Merciless Devotion E-Book

Mia Kingsley

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Bratva Daddies
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 62

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

My best friend has disappeared after she started working in a strip club. I don't care that the owner of the club is an intimidating Russian who is said to have connections to the Bratva—I want my friend back and I won't leave until I get answers…   This short romance is over-the-top, a bit dark-ish, and will be served with a sugary sweet happy end.

Leseprobe

MERCILESS DEVOTION

BRATVA DADDIES 1

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Merciless Devotion (Bratva Daddies 1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

About the Author

MERCILESS DEVOTION (BRATVA DADDIES 1)

My best friend has disappeared after she started working in a strip club. I don’t care that the owner of the club is an intimidating Russian who is said to have connections to the Bratva—I want my friend back and I won’t leave until I get answers…

This short romance is over-the-top, a bit dark-ish, and will be served with a sugary sweet happy end.

CHAPTER1

ARMAN

Danil watched the jiggling ass in front of his nose as if he had never seen anything better. His enthusiasm for this simple lap dance amused me while I swirled the rest of my drink in my glass and wondered when I had started to get so damn bored.

Part of me longed to have Danil’s lightheartedness again. I wanted to be able to enjoy all the pretty tits on stage and tempting asses strutting through my club.

But I was bored. For weeks I had only been pretending that I enjoyed my work and that I wasn’t completely hollowed out inside. I didn’t have the slightest idea whether my mood had to do with the attack or if my soul had finally rotted away.

I wished I could talk to my brother Maxim about it. He used to sit next to me, but now he had chained himself to his house and refused to come out. It had to be an emergency for him to make an appearance, and I had given up wanting to convince him after he threw a vase at my head the last time I tried. He barely missed me, and I’d definitely learned my lesson.

The stripper turned around, reached out with both hands and pressed Danil’s face between her luscious tits. When he reappeared, he was obviously a very happy man and seemed ready to propose to the lady right then and there. But she had already moved on. Her slender fingers moved over her pliable body, and she bent down toward me, flashing me an inviting smile. Yet her smile couldn’t hide the fact that she didn’t see me, she only saw my money.

“What about you, boss?” She leaned closer, propped her hand on my thigh, and shook her tits right before my nose.

I shrugged so as not to offend her too much. Either she hadn’t seen it, or she was willfully ignoring my rejection, because her fingers moved upward. With one swift movement, I grabbed her wrist. “Nyet.”

She flinched, even though I had spoken softly, and promptly withdrew her hand. In a split second, she decided that Danil was a more willing victim and returned her attention to him.

Ilari came through the corridor separating my VIP suite from the rest of the club with a big fat frown on his face. “Sorry to bother you but there’s a woman refusing to leave unless she can talk to you. I tried to ignore her, but she’s threatening to call the cops if you don’t meet with her.”

“Is she high?” I asked.

“No.”

“Drunk?”

He shook his head. “Also no. Honestly, I think she’s lost. She’s young and looks like she’s on her way to Bible study.”

My curiosity was undoubtedly piqued. While I was considering whether to talk to the woman, Emma came to the back. She was the only waitress I tolerated in here because she never even tried flirting with me. She simply took the empty glass and disappeared again without so much as muttering a word to me. But I knew she would be back with another drink since that was the standard procedure. I was bored with the routine. Everything had become so damn fucking predictable.

“Bring her here,” I said to Ilari. Maybe my strange visitor would surprise me, maybe even distract me for a few minutes from the monotony my life had become.

Ilari had told me the truth. The petite brunette did not look like she belonged here.

She looked at me and her eyes widened because I was clearly not what she had expected. Her delicate throat moved in a tantalizing way as she swallowed.

The girl seemed pure and chaste, and her clothes didn’t help. The hem of her flowered dress covered her knees, and she wore a soft pink cardigan which didn’t help with the impression of her being very young and… innocent. A small handbag hung over her shoulder, its leather also embroidered with flowers. The young woman was completely out of her element. And she definitely shouldn’t have been talking to a man like me. Ever.

I was more than curious to learn more about her.

I took my sweet time, maybe ten to fifteen seconds to simply look at her; I studied her to get an idea of who I was dealing with. Also, I wanted to get a reaction out of her. How did she feel under my scrutiny?

She barely managed to stand still and looked as curiously at me as I did at her. Every now and then her gaze wandered off to the stripper who didn’t care about the visitor and danced for Danil as if he were the last person on Earth.

Emma brought my drink, smiled politely and gave our new guest a curt nod—as she would have done with any other paying customer, although it was painfully obvious that the young woman didn’t belong here.

I snapped my fingers and told Danil to leave. He stood up, adjusted the crotch of his pants, and took the stripper’s hand, pulling her along with him. Ilari turned around and followed the two. Emma was long gone by then. Another reason that Emma was the only one allowed to serve back in the VIP lounge was the fact that she never—under no circumstances—wanted to be alone with me. She never hit on me either, and I really appreciated that. It was almost as if she was afraid of me, although she didn’t have any reason to.

My unusual guest became more nervous when it dawned on her that we were now—in fact—alone. There was a low thump from the music that was playing in the front of the club, but apart from that, the VIP area was rather quiet. Mostly because we were in my private suite. Three rooms over, a rapper was celebrating with his entire entourage, and the volume there was many times higher.

“With whom do I have the honor?”

She hesitated, as if she had not expected this question.

I wanted to roll my eyes in amusement, but I refrained. Instead, I tilted my head. “Why don’t you come closer, kotenok?”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me, but I don’t speak Russian.”

“I figured as much.” I saw no reason to tell her that I had more or less accidentally called her a “kitten.” She was nervous enough as was, and I didn’t need to add to it.

She seemed agitated, fidgeting with her fingers but trying to hide it. I barely managed to keep from sighing. “Don’t you have a name?” I asked, letting her know that my patience was already wearing thin.

“Lacey,” she replied, gathering all her courage and taking a step in my direction. She cleared her throat. “My name is Lacey, Mr. Gavrilov.”

It was strangely exciting to hear my name come out of her pretty mouth. Apparently, she had done her homework.

“You can call me Arman.” A smile played on my lips. “What brings you here?”