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I let Kitty continue her work as I look over her shoulder at Anya, who’s now noticed Kitty on top of my lap. Anya pouts and makes her way toward me, making a big show of finally taking her top off, which gets a lot of hollers from the men in the crowd. She tosses it toward me, and it lands on Kitty’s head.
Kitty huffs and tosses the bra away. “Seriously?” she says to Anya over her shoulder. “Can't you see we’re in the middle of something?”
“Yes, I can see that. I just figured Mr. Antonov would rather see me than you.” Anya grips her breasts. “Don’t you prefer this, Alek?”
The man sitting next to me—greasy-haired and smelly—says, “You’re so lucky.”
I grip Kitty’s waist and push her off me. “Enough of that for now.” I slip Kitty a hundred-dollar bill. “For the inconvenience. Now go find someone else.” Kitty shrugs and wanders off. I turn back to Anya. “Why are you talking to me, Anya? Finish your dance. Other men want to see you, too. And never call me by my name. You will refer to me as ‘sir’ or ‘boss’.”
She pouts again but nods and continues dancing, turning to the other men and showing off her gorgeous body. Her breasts are a thing of beauty; I’ll give her that. But how dare she step out of line and address me like that. She hasn’t earned the right to call me by my name. And my nickname on top of that.
My full name is Aleksander Antonov, but the closest people in my life call me Alek. I prefer it. It’s simpler. Doesn’t make me sound like a Russian oligarch from the eighteenth century.
Anya lays down on her back and lifts her legs in the air, deliberately right in front of me. Then she pulls that ridiculous thong down, giving me a good look at her pussy and creating chaos in the crowd. Men toss dollar after dollar bill at her. Some look so crazed that I’m convinced they’ll run on stage. I have security all around the club to make sure nothing like that happens. I may be ruthless when it comes to my girls, but I also protect them. You work for me? I’ll protect you whether you’re a stripper at my club or one of my inner circle.
And speaking of my inner circle, Mikhail Smirnoff appears. “You’re in my seat,” he says to the greasy-haired man next to me.
“I was here first,” the man replies.
Mikhail gives the man a charming smile before clapping a hand on his shoulder and saying, “If you don’t move now, I’ll dig my finger into your eye and scoop it right out of its socket. Understood?”
The man looks between Mikhail and me. I don’t make a move to stop either of them. Finally, the man looks back at Mikhail and notices him glaring. Shuddering, he stands up and walks away. Thank fucking god. I was getting tired of his smell.
Mikhail takes the now empty seat. “What have I missed?” He sees Anya dancing on the pole, completely naked. “Apparently, a lot.”
“Did you need something, Mikhail?” I ask, not taking my eyes off Anya.
“Can’t your second in command just enjoy your company and the company of all these lovely ladies?”
“Yes. But you seem jittery. You only get that way when you have news to share with me.”
“As a matter of fact, I do have news. We have a chance to expand our empire even more.”
Anya winks at me as she grinds herself onto the pole. “What is it?” I ask.
“So, you are listening. I wasn’t sure.”
I finally look away from Anya and turn to Mikhail. “Better?”
“Yes. The expansion would be with Gabriel Rossi. He wants to join forces and—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I’m not about to work with the fucking Italians. I know they trade in the drug business, and I’m not interested in that. I deal in clubs and hotels, restaurants, and other legal businesses. It’s helped me bring in even more under the pretense of being an upstanding businessman. It keeps the fucking cops off my back. I’m not about to get in bed with another mafia boss notorious for his men getting busted by cops. He’s careless and reckless. I’m neither of those things. And how did you hear about this anyway?”
Mikhail rubs the back of his neck. “He approached me with this deal.”
I snort. “So, he didn’t even have the balls to face me himself. That tells you everything you need to know. Gabriel Rossi is not a man I want to go into business with.”
“But think of all the money you could bring in.”
“I bring a lot in through dealing with guns as well as all my businesses. That’s plenty for me.”
“I thought you were all about money this and money that.”
“I am. I bring in millions a year, Mikhail. I’ve helped you bring in millions a year. I’m not about to risk all that by joining forces with Rossi, who’ll only get us busted by the fucking police, and then our empire will burn to the ground. I could lose everything. I’m not going to risk that. And the only reason Rossi went to you with this proposal is that he knew I’d turn him down to his face, and his pride wouldn’t allow himself that. So, tell him no, thank you. I’m not interested.” I turn back to Anya, who’s now crawling on the stage, giving me a good look at her ass. God, I want to grip that ass in my hands as I fuck her. I just might have to tonight. I’m feeling bent up and frustrated, especially by Mikhail. He’s my number two; he should know better than to come to me with ridiculous proposals.
“Fine. I’ll tell Rossi that. Let’s just hope he doesn’t try to blow up one of your properties. You know how he can get.”
“I do. And that’s exactly why I don’t want to work with him. I have security at each of my properties. He won’t get close enough to blow anything up so tell him not to even bother. Now, I’d like to enjoy the show in peace.”
