Page 31 of Hating the Bratva

Alek

“Where are you going now?” Delaney asks. She stands in the doorway of my bedroom as I put my watch on. She has the small cat cradled in her arms. She’s barely put the thing down since we came home with it a couple of days ago.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

She narrows her gaze, and I chuckle.

“I’m running to one of our clubs. I have a few things to take care of.” I grab a tie from one of my drawers and fasten it around my neck.

“I want to go with you.”

“You’re nineteen.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, but it’s not like you can’t get me in. Do you even go through the front door?”

No. None of the Vory went through the front door of our clubs. We all parked in the alleyway and went through the back. It’s less obvious that way.

“Come on, I’ve been cooped up in this house with nothing to do.”

“I have a meeting—”

“I won’t bother you. I’ll just hang out.”

I cross my arms over my chest. Delaney’s dark hair is down, just the way I like it. It flows over her exposed shoulders and her back in long silky waves. The small shorts and tank top she wears around the house leaves my dick hard every time I look at her. I’m starting to think she’s doing this shit on purpose, prancing around my house in these small outfits. Every night I’m left standing in the shower with my dick in my hand as thoughts of her run through my head. She’s every man’s wet dream. And soon, she’ll be my reality.

“Alek…” she says, bringing my attention from my daydream.

“Fine. Get dressed.”

She smiles and turns to walk down the hall to the guest room. My eyes zoom in on her ass as it sways. My dick strains against the fabric of my pants. If I had more time, I’d probably jump in the shower again just to rub one out. There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus on my meeting, knowing that she’s close. I’m not concerned about her safety. Our nightclubs are Bratva hangouts. They’re crawling with Vory, and they’d keep an eye out for her. I shut off the light in my bedroom and walk down the steps to wait for Delaney in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, she comes down in a dress that’s way too fucking short.

“No fucking way.”

She glares at me. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. There’s no way you’re going out dressed like that.”

“And who are you, my father?”

My phone vibrates in my pocket before I can respond. It’s a text from Mikhail.

You running late?

Shit. I am because I had to wait for Delaney. It doesn’t look good for me to be late for my own damn meeting. I send a text back.

Leaving the house now.

I tuck my phone back in my pocket. Delaney’s still looking at me with irritation written on her face.

“Come on. We don’t have time for you to change now.” I stand from the stool and walk toward the door.

As I pass her, I realize she’s put on just a bit of makeup, and not only is the dress short, it also gives me a perfect view of her tits. Is she trying to fucking get me killed? When word makes it back to Ivan that I took Delaney to a club dressed like this, I’m going to get an earful. I shouldn’t care, considering I’m still pissed at Gavril for going behind my back. He betrayed me. The brotherhood betrayed me when they gave Delaney away. She pushes her shoulders back and lifts her chin before walking in front of me out the door.

The club is packed. It’s a Saturday night, so there’s no surprise there. The line out front damn near wraps around the building. I open the back door and wave Delaney inside. The back door leads to an empty hallway that then leads out to the dance floor. I open the next door for her as well, and the crowded dance floor greets us. The music is so loud it feels like the walls are vibrating. I glance down at my watch. Fuck, I’m never late for meetings.

“Here.” I grab Delaney’s hand and shove a credit card into it. I’ve been meaning to give it to her, but I keep getting distracted. “I’ll be upstairs.”

I leave before she can argue with me. I take the stairs up to the top-floor VIP area. The music is still loud up here but not nearly as loud as the other two floors. There’s a balcony up here where I can look down at the dance floor below if needed. The only people in the room are my men. I follow the sound of Mikhail’s laugh around the corner. He sits at a table, clutching a glass of vodka in his hand. There’s a bottle in the middle of the table, and each of the men has a glass. The spot at the head of the table is left empty for me. These five men work directly with me. Although we all answer to Gavril, we’re all part of the security group, and I’m at the head. Security and intelligence are our top priority. I take my seat.

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