Page 56 of Brutal Bratva King

We dance for an hour, enjoying the night, forgetting about everything. We kiss, tease and play on the dance floor. I don’t care who’s watching or what they think—Anya and I are in our own world and having the best time. Everything she does turns me on. Every move she makes is driving me wild.

Throughout the night, both of us are keeping an eye on Ruslan,a who has been getting more and more drunk. She is going to feel like hell tomorrow—that much I know for sure. She deserves a fucking bad hangover. Maybe that will teach her not to do stupid shit like this again.

Anya and I are still dancing when I hear a loud shout.

“Stop it,” I recognize her voice over the loud music and both Anya and I turn towards Ruslana at the same time.

The guy she has been dancing with for the last hour or so is dragging her towards the exit. Ruslana is clearly way past thenormal levels of being drunk and while she is making it clear she doesn’t want to leave with him—she has no control over her body or words. The guy lifts her in his arms and comments to everyone around, “Sorry, guys, my girlfriend is a bit drunk. I need to get her home.”

Anger flares inside me. That fucking asshole is going to get his head ripped off.

He is moving quickly through the crowd and Ruslana is drifting in and out of drunken consciousness.

Anya, seeming to come out of nowhere, steps in front of the guy and demands loudly, “Put my sister down, asshole.”

He gets a fright, but only for a second. Then he starts laughing. “I don’t know who you are bitch, but get out of my way. I’m taking my girlfriend home.“

Her distraction gives me enough time to reach them.

I am standing right behind him when I speak, “Put her down. You heard the girl.”

He spins to face me, his cheeks red with anger. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m a huge fucking problem for you if you don’t leave that girl alone. She is far too drunk, and you know what you are doing is wrong.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” he snarls at me but lets Ruslana’s feet drop to the ground. Anya steps forward and grabs her, dragging her from his grip, wrapping her arm over her shoulder to hold her up. The guy gets angrier.

“What the fuck are you two playing at? Thatismy girlfriend, she’s coming home with me.”

I lose all patience and my fist connects with his jaw. He drops instantly, clutching his face in his hands. “What the fuck?” he screams.

All I can picture right now is what he had planned for my little sister and the anger pushes me further. I grab the back of his shirt collar, lifting him just enough so that I can slam my knee into his face. His nose cracks loudly and blood gushes out.

Bouncers surround me, dragging me away from him.

I hold up my arms. “I’m leaving,” I say loudly, backing away. “I’m leaving.”

They push me through the door of the club out onto the street. I doubt I will be allowed back in there, but I don’t care, that guy got what he deserved. I walk away from the entrance and outside into the cool night air to find Anya struggling to hold Ruslana up while she tries to tug her car door open at the same time.

I rush to her side, grabbing Ruslana as she flops over. She looks up at me with glazed eyes. “Rodion?” she mumbles, then grins and passes out again.

“Dammit, Ruslana,” I mutter angrily.

“Sorry, she was a little heavy for me to lift,” Anya says, looking worried about my anger.

“It’s ok, she should never have let this happen to herself. This is her doing.”

Anya holds the back door open and I lay Ruslana across the seat. She is mumbling incoherently. “Let me drive your car. I’ll send someone to fetch my car.”

Anya hands me the keys and climbs in on the passenger side.

My eyes trace up her legs, the red dress not doing much to hide them.

The key turns and the engine growls to life. I shake my head.

“I can’t believe she got this drunk,” I say, pulling out into the road.

“She thinks she getting back at you guys for trying to control her, but really she’s the one who is going to be suffering tomorrow,” Anya sighs, glancing over her shoulder at the back seat where Ruslana is snoring softly. “Are you taking her to your brother’s place, or do you think she should sleep in the guest room at our place?”

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