Page 3 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

Stopping at the bar, I nod at the busy bartender, and he grins, shaking a canister in his hand. “Aye, Boss. Usual?”

“Yes. Make it quick. I’m on a mission.”

The bartender slams down the canister spilling the contents out into a concave glass with a rim of salt around it. “I gotcha. Anyone I should keep a look out for?”

“Nope. I’ve got everything in hand. You just keep serving up drinks.” I smile briefly, until a mane of coffee-colored hair grabs my attention, but it’s her plentiful curves that hold my gaze in place. Not more than ten feet away from me, a group of girls are dancing, and grooving their hips in a sensual way to the soulful beats. But only this one has my eye.

Smirking, I watch as the bartender slides me my White Russian. Normally, I would take one of Ruslan’s vodka premixes, which we stock, from upstairs in my office above the club, but when I’m on the floor, and feel like it, I indulge. Besides the rich, indulgent drink matches the creamy color of the woman’s skin I’m ogling. Her skin glistens with a sheen of dance floor sweat as I prop up the bar, her ass big enough to grab a nice healthy handful of.

God, what I could do with that…. Her hair moves with her, and she’s got plenty of it, I note, her hips swaying from side to side with the beat as she bends over shaking her ass and laughing. My eyes divert to the crowd around her, and obviously they’re as obsessed as I am with watching the little show she’s putting on.

Fuck me.I want that.I take a quick sip of my White Russian as I watch the young woman in the little black lace dress talented enough to halt my search.

She’s all curves, and her heart-shaped face and full, plump mouth give me all sorts of ideas for later. Pity I’m going to have to shelve them for now as my focus drifts back to work. A flash of a ponytail catches my eye, off in the distance, behind the lady. William Dee is slipping off the dance floor to the bathroom, and being that I’m a hot-blooded man, I’m pretty sure I know an easy trap to lure him in. I’ve got all the information on Willy’s favorite type of women.

Sergei, one of my associates is in the vicinity of Willy, and I wave at him, his eyes connecting with mine like a laser from across the floor. Pulling out my phone, I send him a text.

ME:That’s him. Send Sarah with him to the velvet room. I’ll take it from there.

SERGEI:Say no more.

I finish off my White Russian, letting the coffee liqueur rest on my tongue as I wink at the girl on the dance floor. I’m going to circle backifI get a chance. This might take a long time or a short time, depending on how frisky Willy Dee’s feeling. If I were him, I’d say my prayers.

Watching carefully from the sidelines, I see one of my cage dancers, who’s been hired as entertainment, waggling her finger at William, stroking under his chin, and laughing withhim for a minute. He laughs right back at her, his eyes automatically deviating to the breast implants I paid for her to get. I want all my entertainers to set the bar, and she’s not complaining. I pay her double what she’d receive anywhere else.Perfect.He’s engaged.

Snickering, I nod my head from the shadows, because I knew it. I often use Candice to lure victims should I need to. She’s fit and athletic, with thighs strengthened from pole dancing that could crush a man. She’s the perfect decoy to lure Willy Dee into his own trap, because most men can’t resist a beautiful woman, myself included.

Waiting a beat, I watch as Candice takes Willy by the arm leading him down back to one of the private rooms. She finds the split second to look over her shoulder and wink giving Sergei the go-ahead to shift through the crowd, making his way over to me.

“Hey, you ready?” he asks professionally, and I clap Sergei on the back, the bass making the floor rock as people enjoy themselves.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life. Quick, we need to make it there before she does. Come through the side.”

Walking in stride with Sergei, I tap the inside of my jacket, locating my gun, as I take a short cut to the back door of the private rooms, knowing Candice will take her time. That’s the directive we’ve given her anyway.

She follows it well, and when we enter through the back with Candice caressing Willy’s balls against the back door of the room—we have the fucker ambushed.

“William Dee. I’m so glad you could join us tonight and that you’re happy with the entertainment,” I drone, cracking my knuckles as Candice slips out from under him.

William’s jaw slackens, his eyes widening like dinner plates as Sergei backs me up, nodding his head and flashing his gun.

“Ah, aye, this doesn’t need to turn into a bad situation. I just came here to enjoy the club like everybody else.”

A dark cloud eclipses my face, the side I barely keep hidden emerging to the surface.

“The fuck you did. You didn’t come here for that, Willy. You came here to spy. Admit it,” I spit out, calling his bluff.

“Candice, you’re good—thanks,” Sergei says as I stare Willy down, coming closer to him.

Candice provides Willy with a kiss of death on his cheek and leaves. “See ya, Willy, wouldn’t wanna be ya,” she taunts with a grin, winking on the way out. Candice knows how to keep a secret, and she’ll keep all of mine, otherwise I’ll kill her too.

Cocking an eyebrow, the pressure mounts, the room temperature reaching a boiling point as we close in on Willy. Pulling my gun out, I screw on the silencer cap, Willy’s eyes growing bigger.

“No, no, you don’t want to do that. You’re going to shoot a detective in cold blood, that’s not—”

I feel the cool clarity of death run through my veins as I cock my gun. “You’ve been sniffing around for too long Willy. You should have taken the bribe I offered you a while back. We could have had a good thing going.” I snicker, looking at a scared man who’s about to meet his maker.

“That was you that sent me the bag of money?” he shrieks, his hands up in defeat as I stop. No amount of reasoning from Willy is going to do anything. I’ve already got the cleanup crew waiting on standby to take him to his grave.

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