“Hi,” I say, smiling.
“Let’s get Kitty to get us some more wine,” Valentina says, looking at Kitty.
Kitty walks over and looks at Lev and his brothers. Ha, I don’t like that she looks at Czar.
“Is there something I could get for you,” Kitty asks, smiling at them.
“Please, bring some Vodka, more wine, and food,” Czar says.
“Yes, it will be a moment,” Kitty says, nodding.
“Please, have a seat,” I say, looking at the men.
“I would love to. Mia, are you enjoying the club?” Czar asks, smiling at me. He sits next to me, and Anatoly sits next to him, which is all good because I like Czar.
My heart does a flip; I swear it does. Of course, I can’t eat; my stomach is doing somersaults. I take a drink of wine and look into his beautiful blue eyes.
“So, tell me about you,” I say, holding my wine glass.
“Mia, we’re twins. We work for Lev, and he’s our older brother,” Czar says, smiling.
“Oh, twins. That’s cool. To have a twin brother, it’s sort of a special bond. I have a brother, but I don’t see him. He’s always busy with Don Elio.”
“I’ll be back,” Anatoly says, pushing off his chair.
I take a drink of wine, enjoying the taste.
“So, that means that you’re in the Bratva,” I ask, raising my brow.
“Yes, it does. I’m his right-hand man, one of his Two Spies. Does it scare you,” Czar asks, taking my hand.
He rubs his thumb over my wrist, and I know that he can feel my heartbeat. I shudder, my pussy inner walls flutter, my panties get wet, and my nipples feel hard. I feel the blush flow through my face.
I look into his eyes, and he smiles and looks at my nipples. I swear it feels like he touched me.
“No, it doesn’t scare me. You know that we know all about the mafia life,” I say, shrugging.
“Right, that makes it easier for a mafia man,” Czar says, playing with my fingers. He then raises them to his lips and kisses them and then my wrist.
“It’s my first time at a club, and it’s so much fun,” I say, looking at the couple's dance.
“Would you like to dance,” Czar asks, gazing into my eyes.
I look into his eyes, and I swear that I see a matching fire.
“Yes.”
He smiles, pushes off the chair, and pulls me up. He clasps my hand, and we walk to the dance floor. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I wrap my arms around his neck, gazing into his heated blue eyes.
“Mia, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, looking at his lips.
I then look at his eyes, and he pulls me closer. I can feel his hard cock, and it makes me weak. I move my hand to his neck and sink my fingers through his hair. I feel him shudder, and I melt into him.
“Mia, I like you. Can I see you tomorrow?”
