Page 1 of His Queen

Chapter 1

Vladimir

IcamebackfromRussia for the wedding and it was beautiful, but I don't think I can deal with the shit much longer. I need to get back so that I can finish dealing with the blowback from Demetrius, killing Viktor. Especially since it was a public execution. It made a point, though. Many left that day knowing they won't be able to pull any bullshit here again.

It's not that the Kremlin was pissed that Demetrius took out Viktor. They were all worried he was a loose cannon, anyway. He had to be stopped because they weren’t sure what he'd do if he wasn't controlled. If he could abduct his brother's girlfriend and rape her. Then who knows what else he was capable of doing? They just want to make sure Demetrius has a head for what has to be done and with the grudge he has against Salvatore. I don't think it will be an issue for him to stand up to the Don.

I've been supporting him through his transition and I have confidence in his ability to be a successful Pakhan. I'm just a little worried about him not having anyone to help him with the political side while I am in Russia. That's where I will come in, but to do that, I need to get back.

The wedding truly is beautiful and I love seeing my brother happy. God knows Luna deserves it. But I just can't stand watching it anymore. I've made it most of the way through the reception and I'm so ready to leave. When the women begin to gather around me, I interpret it as my cue to leave. I bid them farewell and inform them that I am making my way back.

In reality, the plane isn’t departing until tomorrow. I’m heading to the bar instead. I need to get rid of all this lovey-dovey stuff. I genuinely love them both and I’m genuinely happy for them, but I just can’t handle this situation.

It's like my senses are on fire and it's all too much. I can't handle the way they're looking at each other, and I don't want to see them kissing. I mean I can't. Not when they were made for each other.

Fuck!

I'm going to the bar!

I get there in record time and walk up to the bartender. It's some hole-in-the-wall bar named The Rock Box. Nothing important going on here. Maybe a few bikers. But I don’t give a fuck. They can tell by my tattoo's who I am or at least what I belong to.

"I need a whiskey. Make it a double."

The bartender, some big fucker, says. "You in the wrong part of town?"

He just looks me up and down. I can tell he doesn't think I belong here. But then again, I'm used to that shit.

"Just give me my fucking drink, Dr. Phil. I've had enough of the bullshit of today."

He hands me my drink. He is a little pissed about me calling him that. And honestly, he probably deserves it. Who gives a fuck? I knock it back, put a hundred-dollar bill down, and tap my glass for another. The bartender hands it over and I slam that one as well. It helps, but not enough. Because I need another one. After three or four of them, I feel like I am in a better place.

Now that my head is swimming and I am pleasantly buzzed, I take a look around the bar. It's not that bad of a place for a Saturday night. Good music is playing. Not overly crowded. Just enough people scattered around that it’s interesting and entertaining.

It's a mix of men and women and they all seem to be having a good time. As I scan the room, I see a redhead sitting off to the side by herself, drinking. A line of shots piled around her. She is fucking hot as hell, too hot to be alone. Fuck. I make my way over there and take the seat next to her.

"You have a name, pretty girl?"

She rolls her eyes at me, but then laughs. She is a looker. She is short and curvy. Full breasts and an ass. Long red hair that looks silky and soft to the touch.

"I'll start, pretty girl. My name is Vladimir. Yours is?"

She rolls her eyes again and shakes her head. "Don’t Russians have a problem with me being an American?"

I smirk at her. "It depends. Do you have a problem with Russians?"

She gives me a mischievous look. "I wouldn't say that."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "What do you mean by that?"

She doesn't answer. She just watches me with a smirk on her beautiful face. Jesus, I want to take her into the bathroom and just fuck the sit out of her. If she keeps it up, I just might cause holy shit. I want to eat that pussy. I want to kiss her and fuck her.

Oh fuck.

I watch as she gets up and moves to my lap, straddling me. Fuck. My cock is instantly rock hard. She grinds her pussy down into my crotch and the smile on her face tells me she feels just how hard she made me.

"Well, aren't you a shy one?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I am far from shy. I was just thinking of all the ways my dick would look good in you while I fuck you in the bathroom over there."

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