Page 8 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

I stand in the smoky club, watching the lights play over her body as she moves to the music, looking carefree and happy, as though she thinks she owns the world. Smiling, dancing, having the most amazing time on daddy’s money.

I was very surprised to find her here without any bodyguards, and I have been vigilant in keeping an eye out for them.

My eyes lock on her again as she leaves the dance floor and weaves her way through the crowd towards the bar. I hate the fact that she is so beautiful. This is the first time I am seeing her in real life, and it is grating at my nerves.

She probably uses that beauty to manipulate her way through life. Using people and taking advantage of them so that she and her father can live in luxury.

She makes me sick. Danil and his daughter live this pampered, spoiled life while other people have to carry the burdens of Danil’s evil deeds.

Sasha starts to search the club, her eyes darting across the space, obviously looking for someone, and when her eyes lock with mine I feel heat spread through my body.

Shit. She is gorgeous.

A slight grin touches her lips and I find myself grinning back.

I hadn’t planned on approaching her tonight, but she is making it too easy.

I push away from the table I was leaning on and start moving towards her. I don’t take my eyes off her—partly because she is beautiful to look at, and partly because now I have her in my sights. I don’t want to lose this opportunity.

“Where are your friends?” I ask as I look down at her, leaning against the bar counter. We are standing very close, our bodies almost touching. The heat between us is intense and I find I can’t stop staring at her plump pink lips.

“Sometimes it’s nice to go out without any friends.” She smiles softly and shrugs.

“Alone? A girl like you should definitely not be alone.”

“We are born alone, and we die alone, so I don’t see any harm in dancing alone.” Her voice is melancholy, her tone gentle.

I reach out and touch her waist, leaning close to her ear. “If you were mine, I wouldn’t ever leave you alone.”

She giggles softly, and her cheeks flush pink.

She’s very good at playing demure.

An expert manipulator.

“Where are your friends?” she asks.

“I came here looking for someone special.”

“Oh. Who?” she asks, sounding curious, her bright green eyes glittering in the lights.

“I’ve found her,” I say, looking straight into her eyes.

She laughs nervously. “I don’t know about calling me special. You might have the wrong girl.” She bites her lower lip, and it sends a thrill through my body.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Um. Just a water, please,” she looks hesitant about having a drink with me. Perhaps, rightfully cautious of drinking with a stranger.

“Nonsense. Let’s have a tequila.” I wave the barman over to where we are standing.

“I—I don’t usually drink. I just come here to dance a little.”

“Well, you can have one tequila with me. It isn’t going to do any harm. Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little more.”

“Oh,” she giggles.

“So, why do you come here alone to dance?”

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