Page 11 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“It’s one of the Dubrov brothers. The last single one and all the girls want him,” Blake says with a wide smirk.

“Dubrov,” I mutter as shock bolts through my body. It can’t be.

“Yup. Dubrov. They basically run this city. Really rich businessmen. He and his brothers own a number of businesses around the area and my word—when I say rich—like youcouldn’t even imagine. Anyways. You were just snogging the most sought-after bachelor in the city.”

Blake is talking, and I’m sort of listening. She doesn’t have all of the information right. She seems to think that him and his brothers are legitimate businessmen. I mean—they are—but not really.

I know that name.

Dubrov.

In fact, it’s the only name I knew since moving here. The one my brothers keep talking about over and over again.

Somehow, out of the thousands of people I could have met tonight, a Dubrov is the last one I wanted to meet.

My heart is sitting in the pit of my stomach.

I just kissed him.

Even worse—it felt incredible.

But he is basically an enemy to my family.

I bite my lower lip.

“Don’t look so worried, girl. He’s clearly into you too,” Blake says, pulling a face, wondering why I wouldn’t want to be kissing the most eligible bachelor in the city. She doesn’t know what they really do—that they are all part of the mafia. The massive underworld that really runs this city.

The world that I want nothing to do with.

Of course, that would be my luck. Just when I meet a guy that seems capable of sweeping me off my feet—he is totally, one hundred percent, without any doubt whatsoever—off limits.

Dammit.

“Are you guys ready to go?” I ask, trying to sound casual.

I don’t really want to have to explain myself to my new friends. Partly because I will sound crazy and partly because I don’t want to reveal the truth about my own family too. I’d rather not have any of them knowing that my family is also mafia. I really want to escape that life completely.

That’s my dream for coming here to America and I can’t mess it up on my first proper night out.

Dubrov.

Dammit.

“We can go to a different club?” Jenna says. “Are you going to invite your new man to join us? Mr.Dubrov,” she giggles.

“Actually, I’m exhausted. I’m not used to all of this drinking and dancing,” I laugh, trying to ease the tension in my body. But the laughter comes out sounding forced. So, I sigh instead, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m going to head home.” I need to get out of here and away from Oleg. It kind of stings to find out who he really is. I feel a sort of betrayal that doesn’t make sense because it’s not like he knows who I am, either. It was just a very weird, very unfortunate coincidence.

“Ok, well we can walk you out and then decide where we want to go next. Did you park close?”

“I did. Thanks. Sorry to bail on you guys so early.”

“No, don’t be silly, it was a really fun night. And it’s going to be an amazing year ahead.” Jenna grins, pulling me into a hug. “Let’s get going.”

We all walk out of the club, pushing through the crowds on the lower floor, I glance up towards the VIP balcony area—my heart thundering in my chest—but I don’t see him.

A wave of relief washes over me. I didn’t want him to see me leaving. I feel like a total fool—running away from him without even saying goodbye—but I really don’t want to see him again. I just need to get out of this club and forget any of this happened. I also need to hope like hell that not even one of my brothers finds out what happened tonight. Holy shit. If they somehow hear from one of their city spies, that I was making out with a Dubrov—I think they’ll lock me in a room and throw away the key and never ever let me out again.

I chew at the inside of my cheek as we make our way down the passage that leads out of the club and into the fresh night air.

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