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That seemed to appease him, because he licked the spot on my neck he’d bitten.

“You want to take me back to your place?” I asked.

He chuckled, his breath heavy with spirits, and pulled back. “Why? What can we do there that we can’t do here?”

I batted my eyes prettily. “Well, I want to get naked, and I want to see your glorious cock up close. Something this grand deserves to be worshiped.”

“My car is out front,” he replied, stepping back to allow me to release his erection.

“Your friends won’t mind?”

He smiled. “Those are not friends.”

“Oh. They’re your family?”

My new prey folded his hand in mine. “I have no family.”

“Aww,” I cooed. “No family at all? Why?”

“Men like me don’t have friends or family,” he replied cryptically, before tugging me along.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

On our way out, I signaled I needed to let my friends know. He nodded. He wasn’t a bad looking man, but he was young.

“I’m going home with this guy,” I said to the table of women.

The ladies cheered and lifted their glasses.

Lavania snapped her head around and her eyes grew large. She scuttled out of the dingy booth and pulled me aside. “Tiffany, no. He’s dangerous.”

Considering I had just poisoned the guy, who would be dead in twenty minutes, I figured I would be okay. “I’m not worried.”

“But he’s a Bratva soldier.”

“Well, I can’t back out now,” I reasoned. “We can’t make him mad.”

She cursed. “You’re right. Just be nice. Do whatever he says. Make him happy. It should be okay. Got it? Call me if you need a ride home.”

I beamed. “Will do!”

With an excited hop, I returned to my soon-to-be-deceased victim and threaded my arm in his.

When we got outside, I saw his car and I jumped up and down. “It’s so pretty,” I exclaimed. And expensive.Score!

Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me and helped me in.

When he got behind the wheel, I asked. “Do you live far? I’m so excited to get undressed and have a look at that impressive penis.” It was going to look so good in my collection.

He chuckled. “You are eager. Just down the road.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Viktor, Age 12

Six months ago,I watched Alexie take his mother’s life without hesitation. It was the first ceremony I’d been allowed to attend. Usually it was just the older members in the Bratva who watched and celebrated a boy entering manhood. But my father had wanted me to see, because when my birthday came, it would be my turn.

I was horrified.

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