Page 17 of Daddy Brigadier

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 mymoans 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.