Page 54 of Filthy Savage

“I’m not looking to brawl. Need some alone time.”

Cillian laughs. “What’s up with you lately? That girl made you crazy.”

“You don’t understand,” I mutter, marching over to grab some boxing gloves. “Ineedto find her.”

“Maybe I don’t, but this shit you got going here…” He whirls his index finger in the air. “…is not working either.”

“Leave him alone. He’s nursing a broken heart,” Tynan throws out with a laugh.

“Oh, that’s it.” A smirk widens as I slip into my gloves. “Now you’re both gonna pay for it.”

“Bring it, brother.” Cillian gets ready to throw some while Tynan stands back. “The loser buys drinks tonight.”

“Where are we going?”

“Konstantin’s club.”

Shit, I haven’t been there since before I met her. Had no desire to. Haven’t wanted to fuck anyone since I fucked her. Don’t see that changing much.

“Come on, don’t make me go alone.”

Maybe I should go. Maybe I need to get her out of my mind, and this is how I have to do it.

“Fine. But you’ll be the one paying for those drinks.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

“One bourbon and one whiskey neat,” Cillian mutters as music plays low from the speakers.

“You sure you don’t need any ice for that bruise on your eye?” I fight a laugh.

“Yeah, fuck off,” he mutters.

He hates to lose, but I warned him. I’m in no state to be messed around with.

Once we get our drinks, we survey the crowd. Some of the people are dressed in tuxedos and dresses; the rest are barely clothed. Women in corsets, panties, and high heels. But everyone is given a mask to wear. It’s part of the rules.

In Konstantin’s club, anything goes. And at one point, I liked it. But now it holds no appeal.

This is the place where I learned that I enjoyed using rope and tested my limits. Now? I want to test them with her. And this is the only place I want to do it. I’d teach and show her how good it can be. I can just picture her eyes taking in everything with shock. That brings a smile to my miserable face.

“Come on.” Cillian smacks me on the back. “Let’s go walk around.”

“Yeah, whatever. I didn’t come here to fuck.”

“I did.” He smirks.

“Right. I’m pretty sure you’re looking forher.”

His face turns tense. “I’m not.”

“Come on, man. I know you. I know how much you still want her. What’s holding you back?”

“How the hell can you say that?” His glare hits me hard. “Her family killed our mother.”

“I know that. But that’s not her fault. Sergey was her uncle. She’s not the one who did it.”

“I’ll never marry a fucking Marinov. It’ll never happen. The only reason I come to his clubs is because I like it. But to marry one of them? To be connected to them like that? Hell no.”

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