2. Valentin
CHAPTER TWO
VALENTIN
“Dad.” My son’s hand lands on my arm. When my eyes flicker down, he removes it immediately. “Sorry, Brigadier,” he mumbles. “You were off in your head somewhere.”
He’s not wrong. I keep finding myself daydreaming about a girl who appeared to be so innocent, almost like a precious gift. However, with just a subtle smile, her demeanor shifted into something dark and unsettling. What does she want from me?
The only thing I know for sure about my little Krasotka, my gorgeous—it’s the name I’ve given her since I don’t know her real one—is that my cock has been rock hard ever since she rubbed her fine little ass up against it.
No matter how often I wrap my hand around it and soak my fingers in my own cum, my desire to be inside her remains insatiable.
Daniel clears his throat, a telltale sign he’s about to bring up something I’d rather avoid talking about. “So, I got the paperwork today.”
I nod, sensing the tension in the air between us as I prepare for what seems to be an impending complaint.
“But,” he says, sighing and sounding ungrateful all of a sudden.
I just made him a billionaire with a stroke of my pen. So, what could he possibly have to complain about?
“Why didn’t you give me the arms dealing business?” he asks grudgingly.
My eyes snap to his face. Apparently, not giving him my power in the Bratva is an insult.
I roll my eyes. “You get what I fucking give you,” I remind him.
His face flushes with anger. “Bullshit,” he retorts flatly. “You don’t trust me.”
A cruel laugh bursts out of me. “You’re not worthy of sitting alongside the Savin brothers.” I dismiss him with a wave like a lowly soldier.
The gold ring around my finger settles into the hollow of my hand like a metal reminder of my position in the Bratva.
Not that I need one. But one day, I’ll pass this ring down to him too, along with my position as Brigadier.
He’s intelligent, but does he really possess the tenacity required to be a Bratva boss?
I see the determination in his eyes and his desire to earn my approval. As a father, I want him to succeed, to prove me wrong, to become the powerhouse I believe is hidden within him.
I cover my face with my hands, peeking between my fingers to muffle my voice. “Why don’t you start by finding out who the hell is stealing from us?”
Weapons sales are down twenty percent despite my network putting more guns into the hands of mobsters, drug dealers, and gang members. It’s not about the money. It’s about the lesson a person must learn about never stealing from the Bratva.
“I’ll find out who it is, Dad,” he promises, his voice just above a whisper as the waiter approaches us.
“Good evening, sir,” the waiter greets as he deftly pours a glass of rich red wine, placing it beside my Scotch. “Have you decided what you’ll be ordering tonight?”
“I’ll go with the Porterhouse,” I say, savoring the deep, sweet notes of the wine as I lift the glass by its stem.
“An excellent choice,” he says, nodding, then turns and takes the rest of the table’s order.
I gently pat Daniel’s hand, reminding him that tonight is all about him.
The moment I stand, the table falls silent, and every pair of eyes turns to me.
“Cheers to my son Daniel, the new CEO of Volkov Enterprises.”
The business leaders at the table all lift their glasses in celebration. Each one of them has served me well, and now they’ll do the same for my son.
When my food arrives, I shovel as much as I can into my mouth. With my wife’s passing, dining alone often means my meal gets replaced by a generous pour of Scotch, even though I have a chef available for me at all times.
As conversations buzz around the table, I find myself growing bored, my gaze drifting across the busy restaurant in search of something that catches my interest.
I take a bite of my steak, relishing the deep, savory flavor. “Hmm,” I moan in delight, my gaze drifting across the room until it settles on a nearby table.
There, the hostess seats a woman I immediately recognize, the same one who has been haunting my dreams and occupying my every thought.
I almost need to rub my eyes to check she isn’t a mirage.
She’s real and sitting in the chair across the table, facing me directly.
When the hostess places the napkin on her lap, her gaze meets mine, and she nods at me approvingly.
I raise an eyebrow. What the fuck?
Scanning the stark, unforgiving walls of the restaurant, a sense of unease comes to me.
Everything appears ordinary, aside from my security team stationed nearby. Perhaps this is just a coincidence after all. Is she here to meet someone? A date? The mere thought of another man getting close to what I already desire so intensely ignites a fierce anger within me.
Tonight, she has shed her good-girl image, wearing a daringly short, tight black dress paired with striking red high heels. Her lips’ hue matches the shoes. She’s a temptress sent to seduce me.
The waiter approaches her with a bottle of white wine. Expensive! She has good taste.
After he fills her glass, she raises it to her lips, her eyes fixed on mine. As the glass glides across her lips, she casts me a playful wink.
My hand hides under my napkin as I tug on my balls, trying to alleviate the rush of excitement her lips have just sent to my throbbing cock.
I’m tempted to walk over, grab her by the neck, and pull her into the bathroom. Once I have her to myself, I’ll strip that dress and fuck her so fervently that the entire restaurant will hear her crying my name.
My thoughts are abruptly cut off when the waiter sets her meal in front of her.
She, too, has chosen the Porterhouse. As she takes her first bite, I can almost hear the satisfied moan that escapes her lips while she chews delicately, her eyes closed, head slightly tilted back as if in the throes of orgasmic pleasure.
Or perhaps that is just my wishful imagination.
When she finally opens her eyes again, she takes another bite, keeping her gaze on me, enjoying my own meal.
I quickly lose awareness of everyone else around us, savoring this intimate meal with her, even though we’re at different tables. For the moment, it feels as though we are the only two in the room, sending an intense burst of pleasure through me.
“Dad,” Daniel says, interrupting my moment.
When he looks over his shoulder at her, her smile dies on her face almost instantly.
“Are you okay?”
I pull my gaze away from her and look at my son. “Yes. Of course.”
I signal to Robert, and he jumps right up and runs over beside me.
Pointing at the young lady, I inquire sharply, “Does she work for you?”
He looks at her a little longer than I’m comfortable with. Robert tends to take pleasure in his young interns, which is why he eagerly presents them to me as gifts during my visits. However, his delayed response makes me uneasy, as if he may be picturing himself with her.
That thought makes my knuckles tighten, turning them white.
I turn to him, my brow furrowed and my jaw locked tight. “Do you want to leave the restaurant in a body bag tonight?” My voice is low, gravelly, and laced with danger.
Robert instinctively averts his gaze from her and clears his throat. “No, Brigadier. I’ve never seen her before.”
She leans close to the waiter, and I catch him looking in my direction.
After he walks away, she stands up, neatly places her napkin on the table, and starts to round the table as she heads for the door. Just before exiting the restaurant, she turns her head my way and blows me a subtle kiss.
I fucking want this woman.
“Excuse me.” The waiter approaches nervously, a bill in his hand. I grit my teeth, preparing myself for whatever annoyance is coming to me shortly.
“The lady at that table said you were taking care of her bill,” he says, pointing to where she was sitting.
I arch an eyebrow. “She said what?”
Leaning closer, he whispers, “She said you were her daddy.”
I snatch the bill from his hand. “I’ll take care of it,” I say, handing the bill to my accountant sitting two seats from me. The accountant wisely decides not to question it and promptly pays using our black card.
A grin crosses my face, and my head shakes.
So, little girl, you like to play games, huh?
Little does she know she’s just become part of the game. When I see her next, she’ll be paying me back for dinner with those pretty red lips around my cock.
Once dinner wraps up, I politely excuse myself from farewells and make my way to the restroom to take a quick piss. “Did you see the girl from the elevator?” I ask Lev, my second-in-command, who is standing behind me.
“She’s here?” he replies, instinctively reaching into his jacket for his gun.
“She’s gone now,” I say, and he relaxes, withdrawing his hand from his weapon. “You didn’t see her?”
“Sorry, boss.”
The girl has me all muddled, and piss gets onto my hand. I shake it off, zip up my pants, and head to the sink to wash my hands.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes. Assuming it’s Andrei, I quickly glance at the notifications. To my surprise, there’s a message from an unknown number. It contains a picture of stunning legs, elegantly clad in a black dress and sexy red heels. She’s fucking with me!
In frustration, I throw my phone against the tiled wall, hearing it crack as it hits the ground.
“We have to find that girl,” I shout. “Go see Robert’s security team and check the surveillance cameras.”
“I’ll do it first thing in the morning,” Lev says.
“No! Go now!”
He excuses himself. “I’ll see you back at the loft.”
As I exit the restaurant, I let out a deep sigh, seeing the sidewalk empty and all of my dinner party guests gone.
“Where to?” my driver asks, standing patiently on the sidewalk.
“El Grande,” I tell him, knowing I need to catch up with Andrei at his home before the night ends.
Just then, an image of the cracked phone left on the bathroom floor comes to me. “Shit! I left my phone in the bathroom,” I mention.
“I’ll get it, Brigadier,” my driver replies, quickly dashing into the restaurant.
The night air is bracingly cold, and I warm my hands by blowing on them as I stride toward my black vehicle parked across the street.
As I open the door and slide into the backseat, my attention is drawn to the seat next to me.
There sits a young lady in a snug dress, legs elegantly crossed, her gaze fixed intently on mine.
“Good evening,” she greets, her voice smooth and enticing.
“I think you owe me some money.” I glance at her long, beautiful legs, resisting the urge to touch them.
“And how would you like me to repay you?” she asks, drawing my attention back to her face as she traces her finger across her chest and puckers her lips.
Immediately, I jump over to her seat, positioning myself on top of her. I firmly pin her body beneath mine, and she gasps as my face comes within an inch of hers.
“Little girl, I’m not the man you want to play with,” I growl.
Instead of fear in her eyes, I see a spark of desire. Perhaps even a flame. She opens her legs, drawing my body deeper into hers.
I could fuck her right now. I bet she would let me.
The thought of sticking my cock in her sends a bolt of ecstasy through my body. I’m sure she can feel my excitement pressing against her waist.
“Why don’t you start by telling me who you are?”
“I’m just a girl sitting in your vehicle,” she says, her voice steady but unmistakably nervous.
“Why? You want something.”
“Yes, I do want something from you, Brigadier,” she responds, her hands pushing on my chest, trying to create distance between us.
I can’t help but laugh as I settle back into my seat, intrigued by her boldness.
“So, what do you want?” I inquire, straightening my tie with one hand while brazenly adjusting my cock with the other.
“I’m looking for a man,” she replies, playfully brushing my leg with her heels, and my cock twitches from her slightest touch.
“If you want me to fuck you, you just need to ask,” I say, trying to relieve the strain in my cock by grabbing myself.
“Perhaps next time.”
Was that an invitation for me to bury myself between her thighs?
“I’m looking for Ivan Petrov,” she says, her jaw tightening as she says his name.
“And how do you think I can help you?”
With a dismissive roll of her eyes, she replies, “You know where he is.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“Because he works for you.” What business does she have with one of my arms dealers?
“Let’s say I tell you what you want to know. What exactly are your plans with Petrov?” Ivan is a feared Bratva boss, and I dread the thought of his brute force damaging her pretty face.
“I’m going to kill him,” she replies, a sinister smile forming on her lips.
Leaning in slightly, I say, “You want me to tell you where one of my men is so that you can kill him?”
“Yes,” she answers.
I let out a hearty laugh. “You must not know who the fuck I am if you think I would help you.”
“Please,” she pleads, her grip on my arm tightening.
“Tell me, why? Why do you want to kill Ivan?” My curiosity is piqued.
“I can’t tell you that,” she insists, shaking her head.
“Then I can’t tell you where he is.”
“But I can pay you!” she offers, her grip tightening in desperation.
I shake her hand off me. “I don’t need your money.”
A quick glance at her dress reveals that the cute, snug fabric isn’t high-end. She doesn’t even have enough money to pay for this meeting, which I’m granting her solely on the basis that I want to fuck her.
With a defeated expression, she slowly turns her head away from me, a soft whimper escaping her lips. By now, it’s clear that Ivan has done something to her, something deeply personal.
She places her hand on the door handle, and I grab hold of her leg to stop her from leaving. She turns to me, her brown eyes burning with intent, a need for vengeance.
Her intense desire to kill him has captured my attention. It isn’t just something I can shake off for some reason that even I don’t understand. “If I decide to help you, my payment won’t come from a bank.”
Oh, no, Krasotka, you’ll be tied in my basement while I fuck you until my cock falls off. Maybe I’ll let you go when you’re bruised, broken, and defeated.
She nods her head, her wide eyes sparkling with hope as if I have just delivered her a lifeline.
I give her a polite dismissal, tapping on the darkened window separating me from the driver, signaling that it’s time to start the vehicle and move off.
She pauses for a moment before opening the door. Turning to me, she meets my gaze with that same unsettling smile. “I really wish you had just told me where he is.”
Without warning, a sharp pain shocks through my neck. I instinctively raise my hands to defend myself, but a chilling numbness has immobilized me.
She leans over me. “Good night, Daddy Brigadier,” she whispers, planting a soft kiss on my cheek just before darkness takes over.