Page 18 of Kaid's Empire

Thirteen

Kaid

I watched her become more and more intoxicated by the wine, making her restraint and her guard drop. She has relaxed, which allows me to get to know her––the real her. She seemed to accept my answer for what I do––she isn’t ready to hear the truth anyway. I catch Mikhail stood to the side; I frown. I specifically asked to be left alone tonight. I give him a nod to come here and he walks over and leans by my ear. “There is a problem, boss. We have received a threat. For your safety, we need to move now,” he informs.

“Oh hello, I don’t know your name, I am Theia, so lovely to meet one of Kaid’s staff,” Theia slurs.

Mikhail looks at me, raising an eyebrow in question. I shake my head subtly to not say anything. He greets her and she smiles. “See, Kaid, that is how you're supposed to greet new people you meet,” she points out.

I stand. “I'm sorry, Theia, something has come up, I will see you back to your room.”

She huffs and stands, wobbling a little. I grab hold of her before she can fall. “My saviour!” she sings.

I guide her back to the hotel and to her room. This isn’t how I had expected things to go tonight. I help her into her room and she starts to remove her dress, forgetting that I am here. She turns around to face me, smiling, in nothing but her underwear and heels. Clearly, she does know I am still in the room. She tries to walk towards me, swaying her hips, looking unbelievably fucking hot, but she wobbles on her heels, making her trip and fall forward. I move quickly, reaching out to grab her. Slumped in my arms, she starts giggling. “Whoops.” I lean down and scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. “Oh, yes, take me, you big moody Russian!” She laughs. I fight the urge to smile. I look forward to reminding her of this moment when she isn’t so intoxicated.

Laying her down, I cover her with the quilt. “Oh, are you not staying? I thought we were going to have some fun…” She sighs and yawns.

I lean over her. “Not tonight, Kroschka, but soon. When you're not so drunk and you're able to enjoy it and remember everything about it.” I lean in and lower my voice. “My kiss, my touch, my taste and my cock. It will be something you will never forget,” I rasp before I nip her earlobe, making her gasp. I kiss her head. “Goodnight, Kroschka, now sleep. I will come for you soon.”

I don’t say anything else or look back. If I stay in that room a moment longer, I will lose my restraint.

“Boss.” Mikhail meets me outside.

“What?” I snap, pissed off that I had to end things tonight with Theia.

“The Penthouse boss was taken out,” he states.

I stop abruptly. “What do you mean taken out?” I growl.

He runs his hand through his hair. “Men stormed the club, I'm not sure how many. But they were all carrying sawn off shotguns and killed everyone in sight.”

“Vitali?” I question.

“Da.” He nods.

Vitali has been after my crown for a really fucking long time. His father worked for my father until he married my mother, and the two countries came together––two of the most powerful mafias in the world. His father saw to it that the Bratva should be kept pure––pure Russian or Ukrainian blood. He left––and so did a few other members––and my father honoured their wishes to leave. He held the power, they didn’t matter to him, but leaving us… leaving the Bratva wasn’t easy. No one wants to deal with someone that has gone against the most powerful man in Russia, so Vitali’s father lost his status, his money and respect, having to work in a low paid shit job just to feed his family. Angered, him and the few others that left formed a gang to rival us, to try and take down the Bratva. Thirty years they have been trying and even now they are unsuccessful.

“Deaths?” I ask, feeling my blood start to boil in my veins.

“Fifty-eight, including all the girls,” he adds.

“Fuck. This ends now. You find Vitali. They all fucking die,” I order.

Vitali had taken over from his father since his death, and the difference between him and his father is that his father was smart and still held an element of respect for the Bratva and what we are capable of. Vitali is angry and fuelled by hatred, and he has no respect for the Bratva. Now he has killed my employees and innocent members of the public. He has gone too far. Now he is a man who will be hiding from death because I am coming for not only him but his men too. I will make sure to end him and every person connected to him.

I enter my office in the penthouse suit. “Mikhail, why did you say I am in danger? If this has happened back in Russia and I am here in Monaco, how am I in fucking danger?” I question.

“Because they will come for you, boss. They’ve sent the message; they have sent their warning. Now to take down the Bratva they will come after you, the Pakhan. It’s just a matter of time,” he adds.

I nod. He is right. I may have brought myself some time being here in Monaco, but when they come, they will know I own this hotel. They will not stop until they find me.

“Mikhail, call Aleck. Tell him I will need his Yacht.”

“On it, boss.” Mikhail nods.

“Mikhail, we do not run. We fight, but we fight smart. It’s like a game of chess, it takes patience, we will out play him and his men one by fucking one, and we will take them down,” I seethe.

Mikhail nods in agreement before closing my office door behind him. I flick the screens on and watch Theia curled into a ball, sleeping. This one woman has me completely captivated. My plan for her to fall for me before she finds out the real me will have to change. Now I am left with no choice but to take her with me. There is no fucking chance I am letting her go.

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