Page 103 of Savage Little Queen

We walked inside the posh place and went downstairs to the club area, which was also the dungeon.

Despite Alessio claiming the girls no longer stayed in the cages down there, they were definitely filled with half-naked women.

I stared past them, hating this place with every step deeper I took into it.

Set up like a nightclub, music boomed around us with flashing purple, green, and red lights. Stone floors. Stone walls. A real fucking dungeon, complete with a stage for fucked up shit to happen on and cages lining the walls.

We slid into a booth situated in the back.

“Welcome,” Matteo greeted us. “Levin, you do not look happy. What troubles you?”

“I’m fine.” I took the alcohol that was poured for me by a woman with her tits on display. I slammed it back and gestured for more. She gave it to me before I snatched the bottle from her and just drank straight from him.

Matteo let out a soft laugh while my father scowled at me.

“How are you, truly, Levin?” Alessio asked.

He reminded me so much of Vin. I could never understand how he was able to hang around with Matteo doing all this fucked up shit. Maybe he wasn’t the good guy I thought he was. I mean, he wasn’t all good, considering what he did for a living, but Vin was good. Really good.

I sighed. “I’m tired.”

Alessio nodded. “I can see that. How was tonight?”

“Bloody.”

“So perfect?” He raised a dark brow at me.

“I got the job done. I followed orders.”

“That’s pretty perfect,” Matteo said, eyes sparkling.

“Where’s D-Bag Drake?” I asked.

My father shot me a smile for once. He hated Russians. I was surprised he hadn’t cornered Drake on his own and killed him yet. I supposed the night was young. They’d use Drake until hewasn’t needed anymore. There wasn’t anything that I was aware of that could keep him alive within the ranks here, but he was doing a hell of a job surviving. That was admirable, even for a Russian prick.

“The devil is here,” Alessio said, nodding behind me. I turned to see Drake coming toward us, dressed in all black. He looked like the fucking night coming to pay demons a visit.

“You’re late,” Matteo snarled when Drake sat.

“Sorry, I was eyeing a piece of ass in the doorway. That’s on you for keeping her there.”

I shot him a sour look. As far as I knew, Drake hadn’t touched another woman since getting here, but hearing him say shit like that pissed me off.

“Ah, well, let’s remedy that, shall we?” Matteo gestured for a girl to come over to us.

A beautiful girl.

Hair black as night that hung just past her shoulders in a straight, sleek style. Tiny waist. Curves in all the right spots. A little taller than bumblebee.

I looked away from her, but my father gave me a warning look. He’d take my ass out back and kick the ever-loving fuck out of me and make life harder here, so I looked back to the girl.

“This is Indigo,” Matteo said. “Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

Alessio stiffened beside me.

“A gift. For you two,” Matteo continued. “Indigo is Alessio’s favorite. He plays with her often, isn’t that right?”

Alessio gave Matteo a tight smile but said nothing.

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