Page 9 of Cruel Honor

They open the doors and in comes a string of Bratva women in elegant gowns that probably cost them a fucking fortune. Katya and I never have to worry about money. Not with how well my club is doing and how well myotherventures are going.

But I know not every Bratva member is rich. Some of these women are looking to score me as their husband. That’s fine by me. As long as they’re not fucking annoying like Tatiana is, I’ll take anyone who interests me.

I sit down on my throne, feeling kind of giddy. Being presented women like they’re on a buffet has always been a dream of mine. I feel like a fucking king.

The women rush in and soon, the club is filled with women of all shapes and sizes in all different styles of dresses. Some know how to wear a dress. Others … don’t. The ones I consider ugly are out. I’m not sorry. I refuse to marry an ugly woman. I’ll have to stare at her face every day. Might as well stare at a pretty face.

Hell, if that’s the case, then I might as well marry Tatiana. She’s annoying, but she’s hot.

One at a time, the women approach me to introduce themselves. There’s multiple Annas and Karinas and one Katerina. The more women I meet, the more they all blend into each other.

“What can you do for me?” I ask one of the women—Sasha.

She blushes and flutters her eyes. Good. I like a little bit of flattery.I’ve fucked plenty of women who battered their eyelashes at me. What can I say? I’m helpless when it comes to women.

“I can do a lot of things for you,” she responds, running her fingers down my arm.

“That’s surprising. I thought all Bratva women were virgins until marriage.”

She giggles, and the sound reminds me of Tatiana, softening my semi-hard-on instantly. “We’re not all good girls.”

I gently remove her hand from my arm. “Sorry, Sasha. You’re hot. I like that. But your laugh …” I shrug. “It’s annoying.” I look behind her to the woman next in line waiting to speak to me. “Next.”

Sasha huffs and walks away.

The room is also sprinkled with Bratva men—the fathers of the women invited. I should really be considering them, too. Not for marriage but for advantage. Some of those men are more powerful than others. Like Abram. He holds a lot of sway among some of the more traditional Bratva men.

But I hate him, and I hate Tatiana, so there you go.

The next women to approach me is another Anna. This has got to be my fifth Anna of the night.

“Would you make a good wife?” I ask her. Not that I really care. Wifely duties like cooking and cleaning don’t matter to me. That’s why I have a housekeeper. And Katya, if she ever lifted a finger to cook and clean (which she hasn’t). I just want a woman who interests me enough to make me want to marry her.

I’ve met and fucked a ton of women who interest me in the past. I’m a sucker for a pretty face. But I never married any of them. They were just used for sex. That doesn’t make me an asshole. Those women knew what they were getting into with me.

Even Tatiana knew, despite her claiming otherwise.

I always make my intentions clear.

My intentions now are to find a wife just so I don’t have to marry Tatiana and listen to her grating voice for the rest of my life until I go insane.

Anna smiles wide. Good teeth. Nice smile. Not a bad start. “I know how to sew and dance and cook and?—”

I hold up my hand. “I’m not looking for a wife from the 1800s. I’m looking for a wife who can make me happy. Can you make me happy?”

Her lips form into an “O” shape. “Well … yes. I can try to make you happy.”

I sigh and slump back in my seat then wave my hand at her. “Next.”

That’s the problem with meeting women this way. It’s not organic. Usually, I would meet women in my club, and we’d flirt, and then we’d go fuck. I wouldn’t meet them at a fucking ball I put together to find a wife.

I’m still slumped in my seat when the next women approaches. “I’m Irina.”

“Good name,” I tell her. “Sexy.” And Irinaissexy, I’ll give her that.

Little black number that cinches in at her small waist. Long red hair. Plump red lips. My cock stirs at the sight of her. “So, Irina, why are you here? You look like you could get any man you wanted.”

“I could. But I only want the best. That’s why my father hasn’t married me off yet. You’re the best, Dimitri.”

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