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I wait, hoping that something is going to come out of his mouth, but it doesn’t. Instead, the door to the office flies open and we both turn to look at a man that is standing in the open doorway, his breathing is labored and he lifts his hand, extending his finger and pointing to Ruslan.
What the fuck is even going on?
RUSLAN
The man standsin front of me. He’s one of my men. One of my guards. He looks straight up panicked. He looks terrified almost.
“What the fuck is wrong?” I demand.
He looks to Isabel, then looks to me. “It’s a client. There’s a discrepancy.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. Turning to Isabel, I lift my hand and extend my index finger. “Stay the fuck in this office. I’m going to find Artur and have him posted outside of the door.”
She takes a step toward me, but I hold up my hand, shaking my head once. “Stay the fuck here, Isa. I don’t know what the hell is going on. Do not move from my office.”
Her lips curve up into a small smile and she takes a step toward me. “Will you come home tonight?”
Hardball.
I kind of like that. Chuckling, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, I’ll come home.”
Her lips curve up into a small victorious smile. “Then I’ll stay right here,” she breathes.
Leaving the office, I’m not surprised to see that Artur is already standing next to the door, perfectly in place. “Do not let her leave, you do, and it’s your head,” I grind out.
He dips his chin but doesn’t say anything. Following behind my other man, I am not surprised when he takes me to one of the rooms. There is a whore sitting on the edge of the bed, a robe wrapped tightly around her body. Another one of my men stands with a half-naked customer.
“This bitch,” the customer growls. “She turned me down.”
Polina waltzes into the room as soon as he finishes his shout about being turned down. “I’ll kill every one of you, and I’ll shut this place down.”
“You’ll do what?” I ask.
He snorts. “I’ll shut this whole place down.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my head to the side. “How will you do that?”
This man thinks that he’s something special. He thinks he’s someone. I’m not sure that he realizes that the governor of the state is going to be coming here tomorrow. I don’t think he realizes that the police chief hangs out here, the mayor. I’m not sure he really knows just who is part of my club.
“Health hazard,” he growls.
Shaking my head slowly, I take a step toward him, then another. He could probably make a headache with us from the health department, but I don’t think that he will. The reality is that I won’t let him, either.
He isn’t doing shit.
“What did he do?” I ask Polina without even looking at her.
She clears her throat, then I hear her boots against the floor take a few steps somewhere in the room. I can’t look anywhere but this man though. He has a challenging gaze and it’s focused on mine.
He knows something or at least he thinks that he does. I’m wondering if he really knows all that much at all. I’m pretty positive all of his bravado is completely soft.
“He did not pay for and was not permitted to have anal penetration. It was not part of his contract.”
Pressing my lips together, I wonder what the fuck some people think. These men know the score. This cannot be their first time in a brothel, with a whore. Rules are rules and they are laid out at the beginning of any transaction.
A transaction in skin is no different from anything else.
“So you fucked someone in the ass that did not agree to it? Which means you raped one of my women?” I ask.
