Bratva Queen: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kozlov Brothers) Standalone Series by Misty Winters

Author:Misty Winters [Winters, Misty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Misty Winters
Published: 2023-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

I had the evening off that night, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I couldn’t take much more. Seeing her, seeing Stepan, seeing them plan their wedding and pretending not to care, I couldn’t take much more of any of it.

That whole wedding dress situation was the limit of my control.

I approached a strip club, one known as Koslov territory. Stepan had had the intelligence to stay away since announcing his engagement and upcoming wedding, but he was a frequent visitor before we went to Belarus. Needless to say, they knew me there.

My suit jacket and tie were discarded on the back seat of the car and my white sleeves rolled up my arms. I had the first few buttons of my shirt popped open. Truly, I was just trying to let loose, but I knew it allowed my chest tattoos to peek out, and the girls liked that.

I was welcomed with a smile and pat on the back from the usually grumpy-as-fuck bouncer, whose face melted right back to intolerance when someone from the line complained about my quick entrance.

Inside, the lights were dim and the music slow, but the bass was booming through my chest. I walked in and stopped to scope the place—a bodyguard reflex—but also to decide how I was going to spend my night. In front of me was the stage, with two wings spreading out into the club, a pole at each end. Dancers were sliding down the poles, some spreading out across the stage with their legs in the air. Their movements were slow, the music enticing, and the room filled with smoke. It all screamed sex.

I scanned the room, the bar to the left was busy with customers, a boisterous bachelor’s party, a few lone men and a woman who I noticed was watching me over her shoulder. She was blonde, and leaning over the bar counter so her ass was pushed out naturally. In a more corporate type of outfit, she seemed to be a customer, though still interested in spending time with me.

I looked away. There was no appeal.

To the left was the VIP section, behind a wall—what I knew to be a darker, more salacious room than this one. I walked toward it, once again given a surprised welcome by the doorman.

“Aleksei! It’s been so long, what, more than a year, huh?” He came forward to hug me and pat my back. He wasn’t just an employee, he was an actual bratva soldier posted here to make sure only Koslov bratva men and associates entered this room.

“Nikolai,” I said warmly. The two of us had spent time together as Stepan’s personal guard a few years ago. “It’s good to see you.”

“I don’t see Stepan. Is he on his way?”

“It’s my night off, priyatel’. I’m here to, let’s say, blow off some steam.” I gave him a light smile and winked.

He laughed and grabbed my shoulder, just about pushing me into the room. “Go enjoy yourself, Alek. You deserve it.

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