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CHAPTER2
RUSLAN
Walking into the club, I look around and let out a sigh.Soblazneniyeis just warming up, the lights have been turned on and the employees are all moving around the floor. The waiters are all dressed in suits, checking the alcohol and replacing what needs to be replaced.
When I envisioned this place at its conception, this is exactly what I wanted and I’m proud as fuck of it. Walking around the floor, I check the tables, the pool tables, and chess and card tables. Everything is in working order and clean. Then I make my way upstairs to the rooms where the women are.
An old-fashioned gentleman’s club, with rooms upstairs for the brothel part of the club. There are ten rooms that line the upstairs with a second-story open balcony all the way around. The middle is completely open from floor to ceiling.
One end has double doors and there is a small strip club room where men don’t have to pay for sex, but they can watch a show. I didn’t want to open just a strip club, brothel, or gambling house. I wanted a place where all appetites could be met.
Making my way upstairs, I see the woman in charge of the prostitutes and their schedules looking down at her clipboard. Clearing my throat, I wait for Polina to lift her head and look up at me. She scribbles one last thing, then does just that.
“Ruslan,” she murmurs, her lips curving up into a smile.
“Polina,” I mutter. “What does tonight look like so far?”
She clears her throat, then holds out the clipboard for me. Taking it from her, I hold it out slightly so that she can see it as well as she talks to me. She extends her hand, her pen in her grasp, which is what she uses as her pointer.
“We have rooms one, five, and six open for walk-ins. I have rooms two, three, four, and seven completely booked with appointments. They will each have five men tonight, all their regulars. Rooms eight and nine are booked as well but with two men each who requested longer and more in-depth services.”
Nodding, I scan the names of the women and smirk. This has turned into something I never imagined it could become. I knew what I was doing, seeing as I’ve done this before, but I never dreamed it would be quite this successful or that I would like it all that much.
I thought that I only wanted to be a Torpedo, a hit man. I didn’t think that I would want to do anything else, but this entire job that I was given has even proven me wrong because I absolutely fucking love it.
“This all looks good. I have no changes for you. There will be three guards up here tonight. Do you foresee needing more?” I ask.
I always have guards up here that are specifically for the women, but more importantly, they are here as a presence to the men who visit the women. They are protection and also inhibitors to anyone who thinks that they can attempt to hurt the women or cause any trouble at all.
“The DA?” I ask, recognizing one of the two names on room nine’s list.
Polina smirks. “He is a very regular client of room nine,” she says. “He likes to share a meal beforehand, and dessert afterward. He always requests five hours for hisactivities.”
“Food play, huh?”
Polina laughs. “Yeah. Better for us that he and his little friend, the San Jose police chief, come in together.”
“No mayor tonight?” I ask.
She hums, then points her pen to the first client of room eight. “They all come together. Dirty together in every way,” she says.
I chuckle because it’s a lot better for me that they’re dirty as fuck. They won’t try to fuck us over if their hands are as unclean as ours. They can do their thing. I’ll take their money, and then I can do my thing. They won’t say shit, and neither will I.
“The schedule looks great, and I’m sure we’ll have plenty of walk-ins. Anything else that needs my attention before the evening begins?” I ask.
She presses her lips together, rolling them a few times, then lets out a sigh. “Not really, except…” Her words trail off.
I don’t say anything, crossing my arms over my chest, I look down into her eyes and wait for whatever it is she’s about to ask or tell me, I’m not quite sure which one it’s going to be. She looks to the side, then lifts her gaze back to meet mine before she speaks.
“Rostam has requested membership.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. “Rostam?”
This is not the man who comes to whorehouses, no matter how nicely I have them disguised. I smirk, then clear my throat. I wonder if this is his way of just trying to get a meeting with me, for whatever reason.
Though, I can’t think of any reason why he would want to meet with me. I hold no power, not like Osip. I am only in charge of this part of the Bratva, just this moneymaker, nothing else.
“I’ll handle him. Don’t worry about it, yeah?”
