Page 5 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

It’s like the start of some big adventure. A big adventure leading to an even bigger adventure afterwards. The bouncer looks us over and lifts the rope to usher us into the club.

As soon as we walk inside, the music is like a wall that hits me. The bass vibrating through my chest, red and purple lights flashing above me.

“Drinks!” Jenna shouts, dragging me towards the bar, following the rest of the group.

She hands me a tequila. Shit. I don’t handle tequila very well.

“Don’t give me that look.” Jenna laughs. “We are celebrating and it’s probably the last party you are going to have for the next like two or three years because your entire life is about to be overtaken by textbooks.”

I laugh, it’s true. “Fine,” I lift the shot, shout cheers with everyone else and down it. Instantly pulling a really sour expression as the harsh burn hits my throat.

I suck in a sharp breath and Jenna laughs at me. “Don’t worry, I feel the same. Let’s go dance it off!”

“Wait for us!” Blake shouts. She grabs Matthew’s hand, and they follow behind.

“Are they dating?” I lean close to Jenna to ask.

“Ugh. It’s so complicated. They’ve been on and off for the entire year and I am honestly over all their drama. I’m so happy I met you because I was really starting to feel like their third wheel.”

I laugh, the joys of college romance.

“Have you got a boyfriend?” She shouts over the music.

“No, I’m too focused on studying. I don’t want to distract myself with that kind of stuff.”

“Me too. So, we can be single together and take over the world.” She laughs loudly.

The dance floor is packed. Bodies are pushed together like sardines in a can.

It’s still incredible, though. The energy is brilliant, everyone seems to be in the same vibe, and the night is going perfectly.

We stop every now and then to grab another shot of tequila. I figured since I started on tequila—I may as well stick with it.

My head is starting to feel light and warm as I left my arms into the air, letting my fingers play through the smoke the DJ has released from the smoke machine. All of the beautiful lights are hitting it and creating amazing patterns.

I feel free.

I feel like coming to America is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t wait to find out how this next year is going to open doors for me.

Jenna and I are having the best night ever. She is definitely going to be my closet friend. I can already tell.

Matthew and Blake signal that it’s time for another round, so we all start pushing our way through the dancers to get back to the bar.

I lean against it, grinning and feeling alive.

Then I have this strange tingling feeling over the back of my neck—as though someone is watching me. It’s oddly familiar and I realize it’s the same feeling I had earlier when I was having lunch with Ruslana.

I turn around to look behind me, searching—and my heart comes to a complete stop.

My eyes narrow as I stare back at the tall stranger.

His dark eyes are locked onto me and I can feel the heat of his gaze from across the bar.

The corner of his mouth curls upward into a grin.

Holy fuck, he is hot.

His broad shoulders are pushing tight against his shirt and with the top few buttons undone I can see the hint of a small tattoo on his left collarbone.

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