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“You’ve never satisfied me Amy. I don’t know where you got that impression from. Fuck off before Valentina gets here.”
“Who the fuck is Valentina?”
“My Fiancé. Or, as you know her, Annabelle.”
“You can’t be marrying that bitch, surely.”
“I can and I will, so fuck off now before I drag you out by your hair.”
“Kai, be reasonable. Even if you are marrying that slut, you can still have your other women. I know you are Mafia. You can still have me as a mistress, put me up in a flat and I’ll be there when you need me.”
I slump back in my chair, staring out to the stage where Crystal is finishing off her pole routine before she leaves the stage. I glare at Amy when she kneels between my spread legs. She places her palms on my thighs, edging her hands higher and higher. She gets to her destination and tries to unzip the fly on my trousers.
I move so fast that she gasps when my hands painfully grip her wrists, stopping them from touching any part of me. I look at her with the disgust I feel, how I could have ever let her touch me I have no clue. But I cannot, and will not, have her disrespecting my future Queen.
“Amy, if I hear you say one more word about Valentina, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the fucking head. Are we clear?”
“I…”
I don’t give her a chance to say anything because I’ve had enough. I grab a handful of hair and drag her to her feet. Once standing I tower over her, snarling at her in disdain.
“Get the fuck out of here, you are no longer employed here. You are not even allowed to enter the premises at all.”
I drag her to the door, open it with my free hand and chuck her out to Misha and Pasha. They’re standing there smirking as she stumbles and falls on her arse. She squeals and looks at me in horror. Yes bitch, fuck with my woman and you will pay. Pasha looks at me with an assessing gaze before speaking.
“Would you like us to take out the trash boss?”
I give him a sharp nod in agreement. “Get that bitch off my premises immediately, if I have to tell you your jobs again, I’ll set Valentina on you. Understand me?”
Pasha lifts one eyebrow but otherwise remains stoic, but Misha tips his head back and a full, deep, bellowing belly laugh comes out of him. I’ve never heard Misha laugh in all the years he’s worked for me, ever. He raises his hands up in surrender and now looks at me, still laughing slightly.
“Please no boss, anything but Valentina. That girl has a temper to rival Lilith herself, she also tends to go for the bollocks.”
He cups his balls protectively, pulling a face that cracks me. I chuckle as I close the door, leaving them to deal with Amy. I walk over and collect my glass then refill it, walking back over to sit back down. I light up a cigarette, take a deep drag and message Luka to bring me Valentina.
I message my Papa to make sure all the arrangements have been made for them to come over for the wedding. I also message my jeweller to make sure my custom piece will be ready for the night before the wedding. It’s a present for Valentina for our wedding day, but it’s also a clear sign to everybody of my ownership. A clear ‘touch her and you die’, literally.
I hear a commotion outside the door and Amy squealing, but I ignore it, letting Misha and Pasha do their jobs and get rid of the rubbish. I hope they get their acts together because the last thing I want is Valentina running into her.
Ten minutes go by and now I’m getting annoyed. Luka comes in the door along with Misha and Pasha. They aren’t looking happy and now I’m on edge, Valentina better not have done a runner.
I go to ask them what’s wrong when suddenly the lights go totally off. Throwing the whole club into darkness I look around, alert to a possible attack but then a guitar rift starts playing and a spotlight appears on the stage. Sitting on a chair is a man with his back to the audience.
I recognise the song, it’s ‘I See Red’ by Everyone loves an Outlaw, but my pulse shoots through the roof as I see Valentina walking into the spotlight. I dig my nails into my palms with how much I am clenching my fists. My teeth fare no better as I grind them together.
Valentina is wearing a red lace thong and matching balcony bra with red fishnet hold ups, teamed with red stilettos that are so high I have no clue how she walks in them, let alone dances. Her flame-red hair is loose and falling in waves to her arse, her mesmerising sky-blue eyes sparkling brightly in the spotlight.
The trouble is her focus is not on me, it’s on the soon to be fucking dead man in the chair. If my Little Vixen thinks this is the way to get back at me for not letting her dance in the club, she’ll be sorely mistaken. She’ll pay for this stunt with way more than a sore arse.
She stands in front of the dickhead in the chair and raises her head to lock her gaze with mine. The smile she aims at me doesn’t reach her eyes, I can see the turmoil and sorrow in them as she tries to display a totally different persona to everyone. My Little Vixen forgets that I know all of her tells now, just in our brief time together they are ingrained in my soul.
Valentina breaks eye contact and walks around the man in the chair, her hand caressing his arms and shoulders. He’s looking at her in awe like he’s witnessing the once-in-a-lifetime gift of seeing a real-life Siren. True to their nature Valentina is luring him in under her mesmerising spell, ensuring there is no escape. He will be forever spellbound to her and all to his downfall; though instead of drowning the unsuspecting victim, his death will be at my hands and the enjoyment I will get out of it will do nothing to quell the rage pulsing through my veins threatening to erupt at any second.
She arrives back in front of him and lowers herself to his lap, straddling him while resting her hands on his shoulders. She looks down at him smiling then starts grinding herself into his lap. She tips her head back as though she’s in ecstasy, speeding up the rotation of her hips while she grabs his hair at the back pulling his head back.
Valentina leans forward continuing to grind herself into his erection because any man in here would have one, even without her sitting on their lap. She then starts to lick his neck. That’s it, my rage can’t be contained any longer.
“ARGH!” I roar so loud I see even Misha jump back slightly.
