4. Lexi
CHAPTER FOUR
LEXI
“What do you think about this one?” I hold up the black fabric against my body, studying my reflection in the mirror.
Robyn glances up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. “You need to show off your tits more.”
“Are you serious?” I look down at my cleavage. My breasts are already quite large, and they’re struggling against the bra I’m wearing underneath.
“You’re going to a club where everyone will be half-naked,” she says, clearly pointing out that I need something more revealing. “You need to make sure you’re the one he wants to fuck tonight.”
The thought of that man’s hands on me makes me feel sick, and I double over, trying to fight off the urge to vomit. “You’re right,” I say, forcing down the wave of anxiety rising in my stomach.
I search through my closet, finding something I wore on nights when I needed to earn good tips bartending—a job I hated but that provided the money I needed to start freelancing. Pulling it off the hanger, I slip it over my head.
Looking at myself in the mirror, the tight black dress looks so skimpy that it barely covers my ass, and my breasts are practically popping out. With just one little bend, my nipple could slip free.
Yeah, this dress will definitely get his attention.
I slide into the black heels and reach for my wig tucked away in the closet. As I tuck my brown bangs underneath, the blonde wig works its magic, transforming me into someone entirely new.
Robyn studies me for a moment. “Nice. Now, I want to fuck you.”
“This better work,” I tell her, feeling antsy.
“It will,” she says, trying to reassure me. “This might be our only chance.”
I look at her in the mirror, our eyes meeting.
She gives me a reassuring nod, the kind of encouragement I desperately need.
We’ve waited a year for this moment—to find Fedir Bohdana, the blond man who haunts my nightmares.
He’s back in New York, and it’s time for me to make him pay for what he did to Ruby.
The deeper I plunge into my desire for vengeance, the scarier it becomes. Scarier because my friend almost died because of me. Scarier because Valentin is locked in my basement, and I would much rather be down there with him. Even more frightening is that I enjoyed my time with him.
“So, we’re not going to talk about what happened earlier?” she asks.
I take my time applying a rich pink lipstick before finishing with a glossy shimmer that catches the light just right. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her expression sharpens, narrowing her eyes at me as if she’s preparing to deliver a stern lecture. “I heard you through the door.”
“I was just playing my part,” I respond, trying to deflect the intense gaze she’s fixed on me.
“As what? His good little girl?” she mutters, the edge in her tone unmistakable.
My patience begins to fray, an exasperated sigh escaping, then I toss the lipstick aside, and it clatters onto the table. “I’m out of here. You know, got people to kill,” I retort, attempting to restore some semblance of control over the situation.
The Bratva owns the club. Fortunately for me, the security at the door has a fondness for blondes and lets me in, but only after I give him my number. Naturally, it’s a burner phone that I’ll never answer.
I spot Bohdana in his exclusive corner booth, a spread of bottles laid out on the table, and three security guards by his side. I know I won’t be able to kill all four of them, so I’ll need to leverage my other assets. Hence, the black dress.
The men’s intense gazes sear into me as I make my way to the center of the dance floor, my hips swaying rhythmically to the music, my hands gliding gracefully along my thighs.
My focus is solely on him. Fedir Bohdana, I wonder if your cock is pressing against your slacks right now. I certainly hope so.
I catch his eye as he sips his drink, his gaze focused on me. I offer a subtle smile, just enough for him to sense my interest and tantalize him.
He gestures to one of his men, whispering something in his ear. The man swiftly makes his way toward me. “Mr. Bohdana would like you to join him in his VIP area.”
“No, thank you. I’m not done dancing,” I reply, continuing to sway my hips to the rhythm of the song.
“No one says no to him,” the security guard warns, keeping his position in front of me.
Once again, I decline, “No, thanks.” Finally, the man walks away.
I notice him passing my message along to Bohdana, whose eyes meet mine, filled with anger.
But he doesn’t see that I recognize the game all too well.
When you reject a man like him, he only becomes more intrigued.
Influential and affluent mafia men are not accustomed to young women turning them down, especially when they showcase their wealth.
Now I have gained value in his eyes, and I savor this knowledge, enjoying my dancing even more.
As I glance sideways, I spot Bohdana rising with confidence and making his way to the dance floor, his body soon melding against my back. His hard cock pushes against my ass, his touch making me flinch, and my fists clench instinctively as a wave of disgust washes over me.
“So, you enjoy dancing, do you?” A playful smile spreading across his face as he slips his hand around my waist.
I turn to face him, my heart quickening. “I do. Do you like watching me?” There’s a deliberate teasing lilt in my voice.
“Honey, I want to watch you do more than just dance,” he replies, leaning in slightly.
I can’t help but giggle, a blush creeping to my cheeks. “Are you hitting on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow in playful disbelief.
“Depends,” he says with a smirk, his eyes gleaming. “Do you like it?”
“Maybe I do,” I respond, licking my lips, the air around us charged with an intoxicating blend of flirtation and possibility.
“How about we head to the back?” he proposes, nodding toward the hallway.
I smile, intrigued. “Just the two of us?”
“Absolutely.” His hands are playfully exploring my waist.
“What if someone catches us?”
“I know the owners,” he assures me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“And what about your friends?” I ask, gesturing to the security guards.
“I’ll make sure they stay put. It will be our little secret.” He brings his index finger to his lips and winks.
“You have to promise no one finds out.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway until we find ourselves in the back room, surrounded by boxes of inventory. He locks the door, turning to me with a naughty grin. “So, do you come here often?”
“No, this is my first time. I moved to New York to attend college.”
“Well, I’d love to show you around,” he replies, drawing me closer to the boxes.
“I can’t do this. I don’t even know you,” I say, a giggle escaping me as I slap his chest.
“It’s just the two of us in here. No one will know.”
“Then kiss me,” I whisper.
He leans down, his lips brushing against mine. “Wow, you’re absolutely stunning.”
I manage a smile, though my anger simmers beneath the surface. “Thank you.”
“That dress has every guy in the club wanting you, but tonight, you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I assure him, kissing him back. My lips trail from his mouth to his chest.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His hard cock jabs into my body, and my stomach knots as I remember him grinding himself on me that night.
“You’re so sweet.”
“Yeah, I am.” He squeezes my breasts with his hands, moving his mouth to my cleavage.
I sigh deeply, pushing down the sick, cold feeling in my stomach.
I press him against a stack of boxes, and he ends up halfway sitting on one. “No one’s going to catch us, are they?” I ask, my voice tinged with anxiety.
“No, we’re fine,” he responds, gazing at me with the eager curiosity of a horny young boy.
Gently, I place my thighs over his knees. “What about cameras?” There’s a tremor in my voice, and I hope he didn’t catch it.
“Nah, no cameras back here, baby.”
“Okay.” I start unbuttoning his shirt, working my way down to his pants. His moans let me know he’s enjoying every touch, every caress, every second of sweet anticipation.
As I unbuckle his pants, I tilt his head to the side, gently nibbling on his neck. My hands slide between my legs, and I lean closer, whispering, “Let me show you just what I’m capable of.”
“Yeah, show me. Put those pretty lips on my cock.” His head tips back, and he closes his eyes.
“You ready for me?” My heart pounds in my ears as the moment I’ve been waiting for these past months has finally come.
“Yes,” he moans.
Pulling a small blade from between my legs, I rapidly stab him in his neck, severing the two carotid arteries.
His eyes fill with panic as he struggles to stem the flow of blood with his hands. Begging for help, he reaches out to me desperately. I shake him off and push him away.
I pull off the wig, my brown hair cascading freely down my back. “Do you remember me?”
He can’t respond, a mere croak escaping his lips as death approaches.
“Because I remember you,” I hiss, leaning in closer. “I’ll see you in hell, motherfucker!”
I push him away, and his dead body slumps against the boxes, eyes still open.
Swiftly, I fold the knife and secure it back between my legs. The silence outside tells me his men are still in the VIP area. Cautiously, I open the door and take the route to the back stairway, racing down three flights to reach the exit door.
I hide in an alleyway, the club’s vibrant pulse now but a distant murmur. I spot a dumpster and toss my wig inside. A deep exhale escapes me, and I can’t help but laugh. Men always fall for this dress and my innocent persona. Honestly, men can be so fucking stupid.
“Goodnight, Fedir Bohdana!” I chuckle at my own sweet words.
I’m still laughing when suddenly a voice catches me off guard. “Wow, you have some balls killing men in the Bratva. I didn’t think you’d be so reckless, Lexi.”
I quickly turn around. Standing in front of me is the most famous female assassin today.
“What are you doing here, Ivy?”
Recently, she became the wife of the most fearsome man alive, Nikolai Savin, also known as the Colonel. “Sorry, do I call you Mrs. Savin now?” I say, laughing.
She’s swift, seizing my neck and pinning me against the wall. I struggle to push her away, but her grip only tightens, leaving me desperate for air. I can’t deny her skills.
Damn it, she’s the one who trained me.
“Why are you hunting Coalition men?” she wants to know.
“Who I kill is none of your business.” I’m fighting to break free, but she remains as immovable as a wall.
She brings her lips close to mine, so close that I can almost taste them. “Taking out a Bratva associate without approval is a direct threat to the Pakhan himself.”
Her eyes sweep over me, her tongue softly tracing my dry lips. “Why Bohdana?”
“It’s personal,” I reply to my former friend. Because now she’s an enemy, especially since she carries a Russian last name.
Our lips press together as she thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and I can’t get enough of her, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.
She pulls my hair, yanking my neck back. Her tongue moves across my collarbone. My body ignites with warmth, and a thrilling rush cascades between my thighs.
“And your interest in Brigadier Volkov?”
I suck in a panicked breath. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I stammer, my voice trembling.
“The Brigadier is missing.” She brings her mouth to my cleavage, pulling down my dress with her teeth and taking my nipple in her mouth. Fuck! I’m soaking wet.
Her finger creeps up my dress and rubs against my slit.
I bite my lip, already feeling my breath quicken.
Pulling my thong to the side, her middle and index fingers rub me firmly in quick circles, using the pad of her fingers to apply pressure.
God, I’m so fucking horny with Valentin still on my mind.
My breathing grows heavier, the alleyway filling with my soft moans as she brings me close to the edge. She slips a finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that sweet spot, the one only another woman would know so well.
As someone who was once my lover, she knows exactly how to keep me on edge.
She speeds up her movements, her fingers moving faster and faster as I chase my release. My breathing turns ragged, and my moans are loud and uncontrolled. My orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing as a wave of pleasure courses through me.
Ivy watches me as I ride out of orgasm, her fingers slowing their movements as I come down from my high.
She places her finger in my mouth, making me taste myself. “That was easy,” she boasts, smirking.
Like a beautiful tornado that’s come sweeping through the night, leaving chaos in its wake of my orgasm, she now steps away from me, her gaze firmly locking onto mine, leaving me breathless.
In a fleeting moment, I contemplate reaching out to my friend for help. “Ivy…” I begin softly, but her phone interrupts the moment.
She swiftly answers, “Yes, Elise,” then hangs up and makes to leave, taking my chance with her.
She begins to fade into the dark shadows of the night, when suddenly she turns back, shooting me a warning glance that sends a chill down my spine. “If I find out you had anything to do with the Brigadier’s disappearance, you’d better run. I won’t be able to protect you from Nikolai.”
I’m willing to take my chances. The Brigadier has something I need, and it’s worth the risk of punishment from the Bratva.