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  “Viktor has already said that is what we’re doing. Our security is all set to go. We only have the main group, aside from Roy and the kids, going to the club so we won’t stand out, but you’ll be safe if anything should arise.”

  I gazed up at Silas, and slowly got to my feet. Looking him right in the eye, I asked the question that bothered me about the entire plan.

  “And Viktor was fine with me going out with the full potential of bringing back some fuckboy to play with?”

  Silas pursed his lips, tapping a long finger against them. He regarded me slowly, his thoughts hidden behind his usual cool mask.

  “Why, yes, Emilia.” Silas finally said, not sparing my feelings. “He was the one to suggest it after seeing you so miserable for the past week.”

  I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. The excitement I had felt at the prospect of going out was quickly overridden with something far more primal and ugly.

  Rage. Resentment. Sadness.

  Heartbreak.

  “So, he suggested it, did he?” I murmured, my eyes lowering to slits of rage. Finally, my face split into an overly bright, dazzling smile that had Silas taking a nervous step back.

  “Well, baby, pick out the sluttiest outfit you can find. I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

  I turned on my heel, my feet carrying me in sure, steady strides to the bathroom. The entire time I muttered under my breath, throwing make-up around harshly and slamming my curling iron on the counter. I prepared myself to be fucked by a random man, at the behest of my very own Viktor, who had been at the forefront of my every dirty thought for the past three years.

  “So, Vickie, baby, you want me to fuck? Oh, I’ll fuck. I’ll fuck my feelings right out of my system for you, you piece of fucking shit. I’ll ride some random dick so hard I won’t be walking straight for a fucking week. Oh, yeah. You finally clear me to go out and this is what your big plan is? Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.”

  “Erm, Emilia?”

  I jerked my head around, a snarl on my lips, and a tube of lipstick raised up.

  Silas stood in the door, his jaw slack from shock. His eyes seemed to dance in pure amusement, his lips suddenly twitching perilously close to a smile.

  “What?” I growled, not getting the fucking joke.

  “I-I-” Silas cleared his throat, the laughter he was trying to suppress making his voice crack. “Um, I got your outfit ready. And may I say, you are going to look ravishing.”

  “Good.”

  I turned back resolutely to my task, steely determination crackling through my body.

  Fuck you, Viktor!

  • • •

  Viktor

  “Well, this is going to be fun.”

  I hadn’t spoken barely a word since the horrible phone call earlier, and didn’t acknowledge Kiernan’s pointed jab at my obvious displeasure.

  I had made sure to update my entire security team on what was going on, and our small group was strapped with ear pieces so we could communicate the entire night. Well, that and hidden weapons that were already green-lighted by the night club’s security team. I had arranged it so that seven men would escort us and keep eyes on the outside of the club that was owned by an associate of Leonid Sokolov. Leo had agreed via text that the club I was escorting Emilia to was a safe zone for us and that we had no need to worry. I had still set up extra security measures and was comfortable with the talented members of our team that would be inside the club with Emilia the entire time, including myself.

  I looked around at our group, everyone looking exactly the part they were supposed to be playing. Everyone was dressed in black, for the most part, aside from the tight, red dresses that Meiling and Jazz had donned, with stiletto heels that could kill a man if wielded correctly. The entire group looked nice, but not too nice to stand out, and we waited on Silas and Emilia to emerge from inside the house.

  I was dressed in tight-fitting black jeans and a tight, black cotton shirt that I knew looked damn good hugging my chest and torso. I waited patiently, my face revealing nothing of the murderous, vengeful thoughts rampaging through my mind.

  I’m going to strangle that bitch Hound with my bare hands, if it’s the last thing I fucking do. I promised myself silently, my jaw clenching hard.

  “Holy shit.” Fritz breathed, and everyone’s eyes widened, gaping at the normally silent man. His eyes were wide and glued to the door, his mouth hanging open slightly. I whipped around, uncaring of anyone else around me as my eyes landed on the most beautiful site I had ever seen.

  Emilia had emerged with Silas through the front doors and the soft glow of the outside lights and the house lights danced around her gorgeous form. Her hair was curled into messy, just-been-fucked curls and her make-up was slightly heavier than normal but accentuated all of her best features in the most seductive way possible. Plum colored lipstick adorned her full, kissable lips and I felt my jaw drop further at her outfit.

  A skin-tight, black and plum dress with intricate designs molded to her curves and accentuated her full breasts and lush hips. The dress was too short to be decent and her long legs were wrapped in black tights, with her body being boosted two inches higher than normal by her sexy as fuck black heels that caused her entire body to move sensuously as she walked. She exuded deadly intent, and her hooded eyes seemed to zero in on me.

  I felt my jaw snap back up from where it had fallen open in shock. I had to swallow twice, my dick hardening at the sight of my beautiful Emilia looking sexier than sin prowling toward me. I finally managed to force words out and wished I had just swallowed them with my pride.

  “We should go over security measures, Kapitan.”

  Emilia stopped, her eyes narrowing to slits, a look of rage flashing across her face so fast, I thought I had imagined it. She merely smiled tightly, shaking her head.

  “I trust you, Viktor. I know you have everything handled. Oh, and I appreciate your suggestion of going out, so I can let loose for once. I’ll be sure to take full advantage of the moment. And I do mean full advantage.” She purred, her lips turning up in carnal amusement. She walked past me, her head held high, and slid into the black limo awaiting her. Silas was holding the door open but caught my eye as Emilia disappeared from sight. He shook his head sadly at me, letting out a sigh before climbing in behind her.

  Meiling and Jazz blew past me, both of their looks of amusement not appreciated or desired.

  Finally, a hand clapped on my shoulder and I turned to look at Fritz, who bent down to say quietly into my ear something I already fucking knew.

  “That was where you were supposed to compliment her, D’yavol.”

  I clenched my teeth, the night already seeming like it would go on forever, and resolutely climbed into the front seat of the limo.

  • • •

  Emilia

  I breathed in the stink of the club and released a pent-up breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding. I was back in my element, the shivering bodies, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the thrive of life hummed all around me and tantalized my senses. I gave a blinding smile up at the gracious club manager who had walked us all through his security measures and had graciously let my staff have easy access to their weapons in case anything went wrong.

  The handsome thirty-something Russian man cleared his throat, his eyes lingering on the swells of my boosted tits. I fluttered my eyelashes, sipping slowly from my whiskey, feeling lighter than I had in years. I had missed the night life and being able to finally get out and forget everything for a night was a gift I wasn’t going to overlook.

  “That was so gracious of you to give us your VIP room on such short notice, Anton.” I said, leaning my breasts intentionally into the club manager’s arm. He smiled down at me, his eyes showing his interest along with his half-hard cock easily visible through his skin-tight pants. I heard Viktor cough lightly behind me, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He had been nothing but a silent, disapproving shadow at my ass since exiting th
e limo and I was about over it. He was the one who suddenly decided I got to have fun, so fuck him if he didn’t approve of me flirting. The only reason he probably cared was because he wanted me to be the stoic, brilliant crime boss he was grooming me to be.

  “Miss Fox, it is my deepest pleasure. Please know that whatever you need, I will happily assist you.” The words should have been professional, but Anton infused them with enough suggestion to twist my lips into a sly grin and shoot him a wink, letting him know I got his drift. He bowed deeply at his waist, leaving us all standing on the balcony overlooking the dance floor and main bar. The VIP room was one of three rooms on the second floor where only distinguished members were permitted to enter. We of course had all three rooms for the evening.

  Meiling, Silas, Jazz, and myself all clutched drinks in our hands, and I turned back to my group, my grin spreading ear-to-ear.

  “Let’s get fucking wasted!”

  Kiernan gave a loud whoop, swooping in and lifting me in the air and twirling me. I laughed, my soul feeling light and free as he spun me. Setting me back on my feet, he offered me a tray full of shots, and I took one, holding it up to our entire group. Smiling faces all met my gaze, and I downed the shot, giving a loud yell and shake of my head.

  “Holy fuck, that feels amazing!” I moaned, licking my lips. Looking up, I caught Viktor looking at me intently from the entrance to the stairs. When my eyes landed on him, he swiftly turned and focused on the madly writhing bodies below us. I felt my spirits drop a bit, and my smile slipped.

  “Non, non, non.” Silas was suddenly right in front of me, so handsome I almost leaned forward and kissed his fuckable lips. His beautiful blonde hair was styled to perfection, and he was dressed in a black mesh shirt that showed off his nipple rings through the fabric and such tight jeans that I thought for sure his dick was losing all circulation. His lean, beautiful frame filled out every corner of his outfit perfectly, and my grin returned.

  “Silas, you’re so pretty.”

  “Well, duh.” Silas replied cheekily, grinning at me and clinking our shot glasses together. With a loud laugh, I downed another shot with him, then looked back to Jazz and Meiling who were grinning at us.

  “Can we dance, please?” I begged, fairly vibrating with my excited energy.

  The ladies laughed, leaning forward to grab my hands. Silas followed us happily, waving at the men left behind.

  “You lot figure out security, we’ve got Emilia from here.”

  “Oh, and just so you know,” Meiling said loudly, stopping us right in front of Viktor, her voice echoing over the loud, throbbing music. “That door does shut and lock, boss-lady. So, when you find some pretty, little fuckboy… you know what to do.” She turned her head and stared directly at Viktor as she said this, her smile nearly ripping her face apart at how wide it was spreading.

  Viktor’s response?

  An eyebrow twitch.

  That was it.

  Oh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

  “Thanks, Meiling, but honestly, I just want to dance!” I screamed excitedly, trying hard to hide my rage at Viktor’s blasé attitude, bouncing on my heels to expend some of my energy. I finally gave in to my need to move and tugged a laughing Silas along behind me down the stairs. I nodded brightly at the two security guards that were standing at the rope that was sectioning us off from the main floor and they nodded solemnly at me as one.

  They unhooked the rope and suddenly I was on the dance floor, my eyes dancing as I took in the sweaty, writhing bodies surrounding me and slowly, I let my eyes close in pure pleasure. I let go of my rage, frustration, pain, and weariness and let the rhythm of the music wash over me. Suddenly, I wasn’t Emilia Fox, rising crime boss and murderer extraordinaire.

  I was just… a girl in a club.

  And I was so fucking happy, I threw my head back and laughed.

  And laughed.

  And danced.

  Sweat coated my skin as Silas and I drew close and ground on each other, dancing our asses off. Jazz and Meiling kept running to get us drinks, the bartenders clearly in love with the two glorious women in red, and I felt my world grow fuzzy. My tipsiness combined with my happiness and made me feel so damn alive.

  And so fucking horny.

  A few hours went by, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in those carefree, beautiful moments. My eyelids drooped as I gazed into Silas’ eyes, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist while my hands clasped his shoulders in a tight grip, and I ground our naughty bits together roughly. His hands slid lower, lower and finally grabbed my ass. I gasped, pressing our bodies even tighter together. Suddenly, feeling daring, I turned in his arms, thrusting my ass back against his crotch. He grabbed me fiercely, and I knew he was just as tipsy and horny as I was as I felt his half-hard cock against my ass. I grabbed his hand, bringing it up to wrap those long, beautiful fingers around the skin at my throat, and I moaned low when he gave a soft squeeze. My eyes closed, and I let the feel of his lithe, hard body ratchet up my desire to dangerous levels until I was panting, rubbing myself back against him in time with the throbbing beat of the music.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Fuck, that is so hot.”

  I opened my eyes to find Kiernan, Meiling, and Jazz staring at us with open mouths. Meiling suddenly started cackling hysterically, and Jazz joined in immediately. Kiernan was still shaking his head, gulping, visibly a bit shaken.

  “I don’t… I can’t… fuck.” He stuttered, gulping visibly again.

  At the sound of Meiling and Jazz laughing so hard they were bothering other dancers, I looked up to what Meiling was pointing at and saw two pairs of eyes drilling into Silas and me.

  Viktor and Cin were gripping the rails of the second-floor landing outside the VIP room, and their scowls were visible to me even from the dance floor. Cin’s mouth was curled into a snarl, and he panted with clear rage. Viktor’s cheek and eye were twitching in perfect tandem, I could see it from here, and his eyes were wide with emotion. Rage or desire, I couldn’t tell which.

  And I didn’t give two flying fucks.

  Staring straight into Viktor’s eyes, I bent over at the waist slowly, dragging my ass against Silas’ crotch, and with no notice, my ass started twerking roughly against Silas’ dick.

  “Emilia. Merde!” Silas exclaimed, and suddenly his hand came down hard on my ass, spanking me hard enough to rattle my teeth and make my knees almost buckle.

  We both froze, our eyes going wide.

  Everything seemed to still as I slowly came back to standing, turning to look at him.

  He was staring at me with wide eyes, and behind him I could see Meiling, Kiernan, and Jazz. All of their mouths were slack, eyes huge, and I focused once again on Silas. He looked with wide eyes first at me, then down to his hand, then back up to me. His eyes suddenly sparked, and I felt an answering spark ignite my entire being.

  And then… I lost my sanity.

  I stepped right up to Silas, grabbed him tight by the hair, yanked him down to me and shoved my tongue down his throat.

  “Oh… my… god.” I heard Kiernan moan long and loud, and surprisingly Jazzy and Meiling chorused right behind him, all three of them sounding turned on.

  I didn’t give a fuck.

  I was too busy kissing the most beautiful, lithe man that I wanted to bend over.

  But I didn’t have the equipment for that.

  Well, at least not on me.

  Ah, fuck it, we’ll figure it out.

  I jumped up, legs hugging Silas’ waist, and he held my weight with ease, his skinniness hiding a strength that only a few of us knew about. It was evident now as he kissed me back just as hard, his hands gripping my ass tight in his grip and his jean-clad cock pushing at my panties. My ass was bared to the entire dancefloor, I knew it as soon as I heard some more hooting and hollering close by us. I didn’t care, I kept on sucking the face of one of my closest friends, the alcohol and enormous frustration making this seem like an excellent idea.
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  Oh yeah, reaaaaal fucking good idea.

  I moaned into Silas’ mouth as our tongues melded together. He spun me quickly, hurriedly carrying me to the stairs leading to the VIP floor, his steps barely faltering. The security guards cleared their throats, adjusting themselves, but let us through. We stumbled up the stairs, him slamming me against the wall, me grinding on his dick, me slamming him against the other wall and palming his ass while he moaned into my mouth.

  Oh my god, why don’t I have a dick to fuck this beautiful man with?! Fuck!

  My drunk thoughts tumbled around as we stumbled onto the platform, tongues still twining together. Suddenly I was pushed against something solid but warm and it seemed to tremble slightly at the contact. I broke the lip lock with Silas to look up, and met the cold, hard stare of Viktor.

  “Having fun, Kapitan?” He said mildly, his tone and face betraying nothing.

  My intoxicated brain couldn’t rationalize my lips not being locked with Silas’, and I frowned up at Viktor.

  “Yes. Now move.”

  “And where do you wish to go?”

  “Silas and I-”

  “He seems to find himself unavoidably detained, Kapitan.”

  I looked back to find Silas was indeed being detained. Forcibly. By a shaking Cin who had Silas’ arm gripped tight in his fist and was taking him by the arm to the private bathroom further down the hall. Silas looked back at me, grinning a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and shrugged his shoulders. My lips started trembling and suddenly I was laughing, holding my sides and letting my mirth run wild.

  “And I was just thinking that I didn’t have the right equipment to satisfy him. Damn it, if only I had brought my strap-on. Fucking Cin!” I laughed, my eyes tearing up at how hard I was laughing.

  I felt my body being gently guided to the VIP room doors, and I looked over the railing at the dance floor to see Meiling, Jazz, and Kiernan holding drinks, swaying slightly to the music and laughing together. Fritz and Masamune had snagged a table by the bar and both had a beer in their fists. To my amusement, they both looked a little flustered at the several women that were surrounding their table, leaning forward provocatively so that my men knew exactly what the lovely ladies had to offer.