Page 3 of Twins for the Bratva

“Well, that’s a start,” Anucha added smiling. “Let’s see if you can go all the way?”

Shifting in my chair, I considered her words. Looking from one to the other, I agreed.

They looked at each other nodding as they mumbled. “Let’s play a game,” Alichia said grinning. “Truth or dare.”

I had heard of it and seen movies with it in. But focusing on my studies even at a young age, I had never played it. It was a fun way to get to know the others. Suddenly, I felt like one of them. It was amazing. However, my head felt light, but it was exhilarating. It was like forgetting all the things that plagued me daily.

A group of young men entered and sat down at the bar. Anucha leaned closer as she spoke, glancing at them as they ordered a round of beers. “Dare,” she whispered to me.

“I accept,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I wanted to fit in.

Looking me in the eyes, she pointed over her shoulder as she continued. “Pick one,” she said.

Glancing around her, I studied the men at the bar. “The one with the hair and leathers,” I replied excitedly.

“I dare you to seduce him,” she whispered.

Looking at the others, I realized this was serious. “Another round of shots first,” I said, accepting the dare.

The air filled with their joyous screams as Anucha waved at the waitress. “Irish Car Bombs all around,” she uttered to the skinny woman.

The waitress nodded and returned soon with a round of shots and half a glass of black beer. We all stood as we prepared to down our drinks. Shaking my head, I wondered how long I would still be standing as I felt quite dizzy from all the alcohol.

Looking at each other, we picked up the shots and held them halfway into the beer glass. “Ready?” Anucha asked, glancing at us.

In unison, we all replied ‘yes,’ then dropped the shot into the liquid. Picking up the glass, I leaned my head back and drank. It was the best drink I had all evening. Placing the glass down with everyone else, mine was the only one not completely empty.

“Come on, drink, drink, drink,” they all ushered me on. I drank the last bit and placed the glass down hard. Looking atthe others, we all laughed. Straightening my dress, I turned and headed toward the stranger at the bar.

Chapter 2 - Konstantin

Pulling up to the building and parking out front of the all-familiar establishment, I sat for a moment. I allowed the anticipation of the tension release I was about to experience to flow through me. Today had been a rough one. On days like this, I usually ended up here outside ‘Tomorrow’s Dawn.’

Here, everyone knew me. The owner was a close friend, and the place attracted the kind of women I preferred. Women like me, only interested in a good time, no commitments, no expectations, just fun.

As I prepared to go in, I thought back to the weapons upgrade job I had done today. Finding suitable replacements for outdated or old-fashioned guns wasn’t the easiest thing. I replaced the client’s M1911 guns with Desert Eagles, as most of the M1911 guns were quite damaged. He insisted they had not been used, but I had never seen guns in such a state.

His men loved the guns they had. Convincing them that the ones I now provided them with were worth it took some doing. I also had to find ten Remington 870 shotguns to replace the Benelli M4’s they had. I didn’t know what war the client fought, but the guns weren’t cared for at all.

I told him I would be back next week to give his men training in gun care. If not, they would be replacing those in a couple of months. Grinning as I remembered the look of shock on his face, I got out of my car. I stared at the entrance, pushing all thoughts of the day's work out of my mind.

Glancing at my red Mustang, I pressed the button and listened for the lock before heading inside. There was only one bar and one club I visited regularly for companionship. Thesesuited my lavish lifestyle and need for precision. I liked things a certain way and this was one of the places I found that.

Entering I instantly noted the table of young men close to the stage. They were overly loud and way too drunk to still be out if you asked me. Ignoring them, I scanned the room as I walked towards the bar in the back.

The old men were at their table as usual. I greeted them with a handshake and half hug before passing. I didn’t see my friend Machele, the owner with them but didn’t ask about him as I wanted a drink. Starting a conversation with these men would keep me for hours.

Approaching the bar, I noticed a group of young women sitting at the table to the left. A couple of men were at the bar. Two of them appeared to be in a heated conversation. The one was a muscular man, maybe about thirty years old. His tattoos ran up his neck onto the back of his bald head.

I hadn’t seen him or his companion around here before. His companion was much shorter than him with a full set of hair. Even though he wasn’t muscular, his leather jacket gave him that appearance. He looked more like a dark-haired Ken doll out of place and clothing.

My regular spot at the bar in the right corner was empty, which was good. Taking a seat, the familiar brunette bartender approached me with her wide blue eyes and a big smile. She was blessed with luscious breasts and a perfectly formed hourglass figure.

“Hi, Konstantin,” she said, leaning on the counter. “It’s been a minute or two since you’ve been here. How are you?” Her seductive tone and obvious come-ons were something I had gotten accustomed to over the years.

“I’m good, thanks Jennifer. How are you?” I replied with a grin. She was a beautiful woman, and I had to admit that I found her alluring. Yet, being the bartender, I felt acting on my impulses would make coming here harder. I didn’t want feelings getting in the way of my routines or friendships.

Jennifer shook her head as she replied. “Nothing ever goes on around here without you.”

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