Page 40 of Secret Bratva Twins

The person at the other end of the line spoke, and he listened.

“Get your ass over here and make sure no one as much as lays a finger on Gianna,” he ordered. He wasn’t the Maxim who’d held me as I cried a few hours ago, he looked terrifying. “You’re dead if anything happens to her.”

After he hung up, I tugged his arm to pull his attention. “You didn’t need to do that. I told you I was fine.”

To be quite honest, I preferred to be on my own than to have Damien here with me. We hadn’t seen each other since the night I attacked the warehouse. Knowing how loyal most of the soldiers were, I knew he’d hate me for what I did.

“With all that’s happening, I can’t leave you on your own for long.” He angled towards me and kissed me on the lip. “Damien will be here in a few minutes. Order whatever drink you want.”

I smiled at him as he walked towards the red door. I waited until he pushed it open and walked inside, then walked to the front bar and nestled on a chair.

I hailed the bartender, and a handsome Russian guy with blue eyes and golden hair walked in my direction. “Good evening, beautiful lady.”

His Russian accent was almost as thick as the Vadim brother. “Good evening, I’d like a martini.”

“I’ll get that ready.” He grabbed a glass and bottles of different whiskey brands. “Are you alone?”

I considered not telling him I was with Maxim, but the Vadims owned this club, and I figured the other guys would be a lot safer if they knew who I was with. They’d stay clear. “No, I’m with Maxim Vadim.”

“Oh, my bad.” His smile vanished, and I instantly regretted sharing that information. He finished mixing my drink and pushed it over to me. “Enjoy your drink,” he said before walking off to serve other customers.

“Thank you.” I took a sip of my martini and moaned a little as the heat traveled down my throat, blending perfectly with the bitterness in my stomach.

I sat alone for a few minutes, nervously waiting for Maxim to return when someone took the chair next to mine. I twisted my head and smiled at the girl next to me. She looked my age, and she was beautiful, with thick, black hair and lashes, perfectly arched brows, and bold red lipstick.

She smelled good, too.

She called the bartender and ordered a cocktail. While he was making it, she glanced at me, taking me in from head to toe. The way she looked at me was somehow unnerving. I was underdressed compared to her sexy kitten costume.

I’d worn a simple, thin-strapped, black dress that stopped above my knees. The most it did was highlight my curves and ass and show off my cleavage. But she was basically half-naked and appropriately dressed to grab attention in a club.

I wasn’t here to party, I was here to take the first step towards saving my children.

My brows furrowed. “Is there a problem?”

She smiled. “No. I’m sorry if that came off as rude, I was wondering if we’ve met before.”

“I doubt we have.” I was good at remembering faces, and I wouldn’t forget someone as pretty as her that easily.

“Right.” She mouthed a thank you to the bartender as he pushed her drink to her. Then she returned her attention to me. “I’m Camilla by the way, and you’re…”

“Gianna. Nice to meet you, Camilla.” I’d judged her too early, she seemed genuinely nice.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Gianna.” She took a swig of her drink. “Are you new here?”

“To Chicago? No, but I’m fairly new to this area.” I plopped my elbow on the table. And you?”

“I basically own this area and everything in it.” She laughed. “By everything, I mean everything.”

“That’s odd; I thought the Vadim brothers owned this place.” I took another sip of my drink. “Am I wrong?”

She stopped laughing, and to my surprise, she was scowling at me. Did I say something to piss her off? I had no idea what. “Is that the reason you were throwing yourself at Maxim?”

My brows knitted. “Excuse me, what?”

She skimmed me with a condescending look. “I know all the girls in this club want to be around him. He’s handsome and the only one of the brothers who is single, every girl wants to be the lucky one he falls in love with. What I don’t understand is what he sees In you.”

I wasn’t certain if laughing was in my best interest, but I chuckled anyway. “Hold up now, I think there’s a misunderstanding.”

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