I down my whiskey in one gulp, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat. Frustration simmers in my veins, hot and thick.
How the fuck did someone manage to set up this kind of operation right under my nose? And more importantly, who’s the bastard behind it all?
“This fucking mask is pissing me off,” Maksim grumbles beside me, his sleek black mask covering his face but unable to hide his piercing blue eyes.
“You look good in anything, Maksim,” I tease.
“Jebat’ eto der’mo,” he mutters, adjusting his mask with a large hand that is inked with tattoos weaving up his wrist and onto his palm.
I smirk, taking in his impeccable suit and polished dress shoes. Maksim’s always been a stickler for looking sharp, even when we’re knee-deep in the filthiest parts of the city. But beneath that fancy exterior lies a ruthless killer, his skin inked with the story of his bloody past.
“Suck it up, buttercup,” I drawl, signaling the bartender for another round. “We’ve got work to do.”
Maksim grunts, scanning the room intently. “Any leads on who’s running this place?”
“No, no signs of any other gang… yet,” I reply with a sneer.
“I’ve got people on it. If they’re here, we’ll sniff them out,” Maksim asserts, grabbing a whiskey from the bar and knocking it back in one gulp.
A blur of tits and ass catches my eye by the dance floor. A pack of half-naked bitches are going at it like animals in heat, grinding and groping each other without shame.
One blonde piece with a rack to die for detaches from the group, strutting toward us with her hips doing all the talking.Her tits are barely contained by some flimsy silver shit excuse for a top, bouncing with every step. The glittery mask on her face doesn’t hide the fact that she’s eye-fucking us hard.
“Why don’t you come play with us, handsome?” she purrs in my face, her finger trailing down my chest like she owns it. “Got a real nice private setup in the back, just begging for a man like you.”
Her friend slithers up to Maksim and straight-up grabs his junk, bold as brass. “Mmm yeah, been needing a couple of big strong studs to really take care of us, if you know what I mean.”
Blondie’s other little skank pal takes Maksim’s hand and plants it right on her practically bare tit. “Don’t keep us waiting too long, handsome. Might start the party without you.”
I lock eyes with Maksim and we both know these hoes are barking up the wrong tree. We ain’t got time to waste on their desperate cock-hungry bullshit.
“Fuck off,” I growl, shoving past Blondie and her silicone tits. “Go peddle your skank pussy somewhere else. We’re busy.”
The bitches whine and pout, but I’m already done with them, cutting through the mass of zonked-out, horny motherfuckers on the dance floor. Every direction I look, it’s just a sea of sweaty skin, wandering hands, and lustful depravity.
It’s a goddamn circus of vice, and it’s pissing me off. I didn’t claw my way to the top of the Russian mob just to play nice with the dregs of society in their little underground fuck palace.
No, there’s more to this shithole than meets the eye. And I ain’t leaving till I get some real fucking answers, even if I have to choke them out of every coked-up deviant in this place.
Someone’s pulling the strings in this cum-stained puppet show. And when I find them, there’ll be hell to pay.
Maksim and I are making our way through the pulsing crowd when I spot a couple of suspicious motherfuckers out of thecorner of my eye. One of them is standing by the entrance, eyes darting around like he’s casing the joint.
Then this other fucker comes in wearing a different mask than others. The strobing lights glint off something metallic at his waist. Looks a hell of a lot like a gun.
That ain’t right. These pricks running the club are so tight on security, they wouldn’t even let a bitch bring in a hairpin. Something’s up.
I nudge Maksim and nod toward the newcomer. He clocks the piece, too, and his jaw tightens.
We follow the armed prick at a distance, watching as he heads down a hallway guarded by two meathead bouncers. They give each other a nod, like this guy is expected.
What the fuck is going on here?
Before I can signal Maksim to move in, this chick in a slinky red dress comes sashaying down the hall like she owns the place. And holy fuck, the way she looks in that barely-there scrap of fabric has my cock standing at attention.
The neckline plunges practically to her navel, her tits pushed up and spilling out. I can see every mouthwatering curve of her body as she walks, her hips swaying hypnotically.
The back of the dress is nonexistent, just a deep V disappearing into the perfect peach of her ass.Suka! I’d like to sink my teeth into that ripe flesh, leave my mark all over her flawless skin.
