“Oh my god, it’s happening?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Yes, I’ll be your maid of honor and I’m here for you through every step.”
My heart pounds faster, my chest feels tight, and I inhale deeply. I can’t cry. I need to be strong for her and for me because I know that I’m going to be next.
“Awesome. Did you see that we get to go to the new club tomorrow night,” Valentina asks.
“Yes, that should be lots of fun.”
“Yeah, I think so. Are you ready to go shopping,” Valentina asks, smiling.
“Yes, can I pick out the maid of honor dress?”
“Yes, and you help me pick out the wedding dress,” Valentina says.
“Let’s do this. We have a lot to do.”
The next day.
I pull on the new dark red dress that looks so damn good on me. The material clings to my curves. It’s a halter top, fitted, and the skirt ends just above my knee. I toss my shoulder-length hair, fluffing out the curls. I spray the new perfume on and then grab the red lipstick. This is going to be so much fun.
“Are you ready,” Valentina says, walking into my room.
“Yes, let’s go.”
We walk out of the house and get into the black SUV. The Soldiers take us to the club, and we get there in about thirty minutes. The line is long, and I chew my lower lip. I don’t know if we will get in.
“Oh my, look at the line at the club,” I squeal, looking out the window.
“Wow, will we even get in,” Valentina says, gathering her brows.
“I hope so.”
Three
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“So, you want us to go with you to the club,” I ask, raising my brow.
Pakhan is happy, smiling, and ready to meet Valentina. I’m delighted that he’s interested in her as a woman, not just as the need to marry for the Bratva.
“Da, I do.”
“Awesome, I want to check out the club,” Anatoly says, nodding.
Fuck, I want to go because I want to meet Mia. I won’t be happy until I meet her and talk to her. I need to know if she’s as beautiful and sweet up close. I need to smell her scent, touch her smooth, creamy skin, and taste her. I need to know if my body will still react like a fucking teenage boy, ready to fuck her senseless.
Fuck me!
I have nothing but depraved thoughts about everything I want to do to Mia. My fucking cock gets hard, and I turn to grab a drink before my Brats notice my fucking hard-on.
“Okay, let’s go,” Pakhan says, smirking.
We get into the Range Rover and Anatoly drives. We get to the club, park in our special parking space, and get out. We walk to the back door, Anatoly enters the code into the keypad, and we enter. We walk down the hall and stop at the bar.
“Brats, I’m going to meet Valentina, and you two stay here,” Pakhan says, pulling at his cuffs and adjusting the tie.
