Chapter 1
Russia - St Petersburg
Aleksandr
I shift my gaze over the floor where the dancers are. It is busy tonight, and Katerina is flaunting her body. She is the head girl in this club and earns me the most money. I spot the secretary of security drooling over Katerina, his hand down his pants. Does he think he can avoid me?
“Go bring him up here.” I lean on the railing, holding my glass of vodka.
“Pakhan,” Igor nods and heads down into the club.
I watch as he makes his way through. When he reaches Oleg, he slams his hand down hard on his shoulder, making the man jump. The way he swallows the rest of his drink, he knows he is in trouble. Igor leads him up to me and forces him to sit on a chair.
“I was just coming to see you.” He looks me in the eye. “You — you know how much I love Katarina. I wanted to watch her first.”
“So, your pleasure takes priority over owing me money?” I grab his tie and pull it tight around his neck. One reason I avoid wearing ties is that they provide the enemy with leverage. “Did you get what you needed? Because if there isn’t cum in your pants, then I think she isn’t doing her job.” I jerk my head at Igor and Maskim.
“What’s going on? You will get your money tomorrow. I promise you.” He panics in his seat as Igor and Maskim hold him down.
“Tomorrow? It’s always fucking tomorrow with you people!” I bellow and pull my gun out. “I think he needs a reminder of how things work around here. What do you think?” I glance up at Igor.
“Pavel has your money. He was supposed to bring it to me. I’m trying to find him.” He splutters out. “That is the truth.”
“And why does he have my fucking money?” I point the gun towards his crotch.
Beads of sweat roll down the sides of his face. “He said he could double the money. Then you’d get your cut, and we would come out with a decent amount. But then he never turned up.” He is sweating buckets now.
“Where does he live?” I press the barrel of the gun against his cock. After he delivered the address in a broken voice, I subtly nodded to Boris to verify it. “You will stay here until Boris checks it out.”
I grab the bottle of vodka on the table and pour myself another drink and stand watching over my club. Katerina moves off the floor, and I beckon her up when she catches my eye. She walks up the stairs elegantly, turning heads wherever she goes, but she’s nothing more to me than a top dancer. Women complicate my life, so it is easier not to have one.
“Katerina,” I purr her name out.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of you this evening?” She comes over and places a hand on my chest and kisses my cheek.
“It appears you have an admirer.” I nod towards Oleg. “Caught him with his hand down his pants when you were dancing.” I waggle my gun at him. “Check his pants, see if you made him cum.”
“I didn’t. You caught me before I did.” Oleg mutters full of embarrassment.
“So she isn’t good enough, is that what you are saying? Should I get rid of her?” I’m playing a game with him now. Katerina knows I wouldn’t get rid of her.
“No, she is,” he gulps. “She is my favorite here.”
“Well then, we’d better make sure she doesn’t disappoint you so you can finish yourself off?” I smirk when his eyes dart around the room. The music vibrates from downstairs, with a bass that thumps through the floor. “We have time to pass Oleg, so why don’t we reverse the tables here? I want to see you perform for our lovely Katerina; otherwise, she pays for it.” I grab her roughly and move the gun, resting the barrel against her temple.
“No, what, what do you mean?” He stares at my men in the room, his gaze moving back and forth before returning to me.
“I am telling you to perform. If you can’t, then that means Katerina isn’t cut out to be here. If you can perform,” I lean forward. “And I think you know what I mean. Then Katerina gets to live.”
“Live? You wouldn’t k—kill her?”
“Mr. Mikhailov, what are you doing?” Katerina cries as I push her down on the floor and point the gun at her head.
“Shut it, Katerina!” I growl, then glare at Oleg. “Did you think you could come in here without my money, and jerk off to my best performer? How much is her life worth, Oleg? Hers is on the line now because of you.” I turn to look at the men who are with me, then I lean down and thread my fingers through Katerina’s hair. “Tell him, Katerina. Tell him you want to see how much he adores you. We all do.”
“Please, Oleg. Show me what I mean to you.” Actual fucking tears roll down her face.
With his shoulders being held down, Oleg’s fearful eyes dart around; he then looks at me and Katerina, kneeling on the ground. We all watch this pathetic excuse of a man trembling as he undoes his pants and fumbles with his soft dick. He palms it in his hand and struggles to make it hard.
I move the gun from Katerina’s head and point it at him. “She is waiting for you, Oleg. Or do you need a helping hand?” His eyes cut straight to Katerina. “Oh, did you think she was going to help you?” I smirk and wave my gun at Demitri. He is all muscle and would probably crush Oleg’s dick.
“No, I can do it.” His voice trembles like the rest of him. With sweat now pouring down his temples, he fists his cock in his hand as he stares intently at Katerina.
I lean down to Katerina and pull her head up. “What do you think, Katerina? Has he got a nice cock? Would you let him cum all over you?”
“Cum for me, Oleg,” Katerina pleads as I point the gun back at her head.
I’m enjoying this little game. The fucker pumps his cock harder and faster, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Oleg, look at her. She’s kneeling before you, a picture of supplication. Just think after tonight, you’ll be the only man to perform for her. It should be an honor for you to cum.” A low grunt rumbles in his chest. “That’s it, show us all how much you’d love that cock of yours to be pounding her sweet pussy. Can you imagine how wet she’d be for you? Because I know I’ve had my cock in her pussy. The way she cries mewls when she cums, and her pussy clamps on my cock squeezing it.” I tease him.
“Bastard,” he grunts and then shoots his load.
I smirk because he doesn’t know how much of a bastard I’m about to become. My phone rings, and I pull it out of my pocket. “Perfect timing. What have you got, Boris?” I stare at Oleg.
“We have gone through his place. It isn’t much, but it looks like he has left.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Is that so? Oleg, it looks like you were right. Pavel has run off with my fucking money!” I shout the last words at him.
“Pakhan, we could have a lead. He has a younger sister.” He says as he moves about.
“Find out what you can about her and bring her to me.” I put the phone back in my pocket. “Well, Oleg, it appears you saved Katerina’s life by performing as well as you did under the circumstances.” I tuck my gun into my pants and help Katerina up off the floor. “My love, I will compensate you for this.” I kiss her cheek and send her on her way. She doesn’t need to see the next part. “So, Oleg. We still have the issue of my money and how are you going to pay?”
“Please, I can find a way to get you the money.” There is hope in his eyes.
I pull my gun out again and point it at his head. “Did you really think that I’d let you go? I have a way to get my money back now, so why would I need you?”
“But—”
“Oleg, I don’t want to hear any excuses. Coming here with no money, did you even consider the consequences?”
“I came to tell you who had it.” He pleads. “I can find Pavel, I’m sure if I explain to him—”
I cut him off. “Enough excuses, Oleg. I have no use for you now.” I click the safety off on the gun.
“But what about our agreement? You said—”
“I lied!” I pull the trigger and watch as his brains splatter over the seat. “Clean this mess up and find me that girl.”
