Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) (12 page)

Sabina is lovely, a true Russian beauty. Born and raised in the United States, she is a citizen, but she was brought up in a Russian household. Her parents don’t even speak English, and her father was a very successful
Torpedo,
a hitman. He has since retired from the life. She stands to greet me as I walk over to her. She always dresses sexy yet professional, and today is no different. She’s wearing a short, clingy wrap dress that is extremely low cut and shows off her well-endowed cleavage.

“Hello, Kirill, I didn’t know you were back,” she breathes, pouting her red painted lips and racing her finger down the center of my shirt, straight to my belt.

“I have Maxim and Radimir coming any minute, Sabina,” I grunt as her finger slips beneath the waist of my pants and slides back and forth.

“We could be quick, Kirill,” she murmurs.

My cock hardens at the thought of a quick fuck in my office, but I shake it off.

I have Tati at my home, prisoner to me, and I can fuck her anytime I wish. She’s really the one I’ve been wanting for years. Nobody else can match her in the bedroom, not even Sabina.

“I don’t have time right now. Listen, I have recently discovered that I have a daughter. She’s nine and I have just brought her and her mother to live with me. They need clothes, and my daughter needs to feel at home, which means I want her to have a comfortable room. Can you go to my place today, get their sizes? Then whatever Kiska wants, she gets,” I announce. Sabina quickly removes her hands from me and her eyes widen.

“Your daughter and her
mother
?” she asks. I don’t verbally respond. Instead, I nod my head in affirmation.

“So you’re with her now? This mystery mother of your child?” she asks before she presses her lips together, obviously displeased.

“Who I fuck is none of your concern,” I mutter, looking into her eyes.

She’s beautiful, sexy, and hot as fuck, but she’s not some innocent girl. She’s a woman with goals, and one of those is power.

“You fuck me, so yes, it is a concern of mine,” she states coolly.

“You are treading on thin ice, Sabina. I
have
fucked you, I
may
fuck you again, but you have no say in my personal life. You are not my girlfriend. You are my employee, and as my employee, I am instructing you to go to my house, get my girl’s sizes, Tatyana’s sizes, and buy them appropriate clothing and shoes. Along with decorations for my Kiska’s bedroom,” I instruct, arching a brow, waiting for her defiance.

“
Yes, sir
,” she grinds out. It doesn’t turn me on, not in the slightest. But when Tati says it, my dick hardens in about half a second.

“Do not test me, Sabina,” I bark as she walks away from me. Her back straightens and she turns to me.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Kirill,” she purrs as the elevators open.

Maxim and Radimir look from her to me before they step aside to let her into the car. Nothing is said by anybody until the doors close.

“She is going to be a problem with Tatyana,” Radimir murmurs as we walk into my office.

“I am sure that she is. I should know by this evening,” I say as I sit down behind my desk and fire up my computer.

“I sent a woman I fucked over to Haleigh when we were first married. Huge mistake, boss,” Maxim mutters.

“Tatyana is not my wife—she is my bed warmer. I have no need to give her any illusions of how our relationship is going to be. She knows that she’s mine and she knows that I do what I wish. If she doesn’t like that, she is free to go, but our daughter stays,” I state simply. Both men cough and shift their weight from one leg to another, obviously uncomfortable with my statements.

“Speak freely,” I say, waving my hand at them.

“How freely?” Radimir asks, his gaze penetrating.

“Right now, as my friend, leave the
Bratva
at the door for this conversation,” I instruct. His body sags a bit before he walks over to the chair in front of my desk and sits down. I watch as Maxim does the same.

“Women are not like us,” he begins. I want to roll my eyes.

“Let me,” Maxim murmurs. Radimir closes his mouth and nods.

“This business of ours, it requires a strong woman at our back. It also requires a trustworthy woman. Your Tatyana is neither. Why bring her into your home and under your roof? Do you care for her feelings, or is this a game to get back at her for running all those years ago? She could be spying, and then what? Women can be a fucking downfall.

“You know, I fucked a woman behind Haleigh’s back when we were first married. When she found out, she was devastated, and I felt like a shit. Would your Tatyana be devastated to know your cock is playing elsewhere? Does she even fucking care? This isn’t a game Kirill, this is life, and if she’s going to be sharing your bed and your house, you need to make sure your shit is locked up tight, we don’t need any blow-back from her being immersed in the life,” he points out. His words are valid.

“Tati is mine. She is my betrothed. The contract was signed when I was fourteen years old. She was eight. It was a deal between her father and mine.” I look right at Radimir before I tell him the truth of who her father is. “A deal between her father,
Sergei
, and mine.”

“
What
?” he breathes in shock.

“Sergei abandoned her here, afraid she would be used against him, and she would have been. She has no clue who her father is; she only remembers bits and pieces of him, as he left when she was eight years old. The day the contract was signed. So, you see, it doesn’t matter how trustworthy she is. How strong or weak. She is mine, and she has no choice in the matter. I have been generous and given her a choice. She can live on her own, or she can live under my roof with my rules and her daughter. She’ll be what she needs to be for the public, and she’ll do what she needs to do for me in private,” I explain. I get nothing but curt nods from my men, my closest advisors and my friends.

“How in the fuck did she get away from you then?” Radimir asks, his eyes narrowed on me as if I did not do my job correctly.

“Agent Green has had an obsession with me for fucking years. He got into her head when she was eighteen. Scared her. She ran. He then faked her death. She claims to know nothing of that part of the plan, I believe her for now. Nevertheless, I thought her and my baby dead for years,” I say.

“We have to figure out who is on the inside,” Maxim announces. I agree.

“I think it’s
Cartel
. Someone is in the FBI database or is paying off an employee. How else would she have been found and I’d been given a warning, that fucking
e-mail
of a warning?” I say, thinking out loud.

“I agree. They want our business, our territories, and they want to scare us,” Radimir announces.

“What is our plan, then?” Maxim asks.

“We beat them at their own game,” I say with a grin.

“How do we do that?” both Maxim and Radimir ask simultaneously.

“They have a Motorcycle Club called
Notorious Devils
running their drugs from Mexico to Canada for them. Their guns, I haven’t quite figured out where those are coming from, but my concern is the drugs. They haven’t been a problem in our territory, but since we’ve been on minimum supply, they’ve been encroaching,” I explain.

“What about authority?” Maxim asks, knowing that they have been watching us closely as well.

“Do they watch to arrest us? Or are they watching to report back to the
Cartel
? I don’t know, this is a problem. We need to intercept their drugs and we need to find out intel,” I murmur, looking at my blank computer screen, thinking.

“Oliver, my old
Byki,
Alex’s, lover. He is a computer genius. He’s also not in the
Bratva
, only connected by Alex. I bet he can find something out for us,” Maxim suggests.

“He is in Russia, though,” Radimir points out.

“I can get him here,” I say. They both look at me curiously. “Sergei told me he would be coming shortly; he wants to see Tati now that I’ve found her. He, too, thought she was dead all these years.”

“Private jet,” Maxim murmurs.

Immediately, I pull out my burner phone and I call Sergei. I don’t say much, in fear my lines have been tapped, but I do tell him that I wish he brings Maxim’s old friend Alex and his lover with him to the wedding—that we will all be so disappointed if they do not attend. Lucky for me, he catches on quickly and informs me that they will be stateside within the next week or two, never giving me a date, but at least a timeframe.

“What do we do while we wait?” Maxim asks.

“We contact those bikers and set up a meet. Then, we slowly fuck the
Cartel
up the ass.” I grin, leaning back in my chair, proud of the way the three of us have handled this situation. We’re going to figure this out; and once the heat has simmered, then we can all go back to living our lives the way we were meant to.

I
JUMP WHEN THE
door opens and I am met by a man who looks around my age, maybe younger. He has light brown hair and a freshly shaved jaw. He is tall and thin, but I have no doubt he’s packed with some kind of muscle. He’s handsome, in a boyish way, and I wonder if this can be the Ziven that Kirill told me would be here as protection.

“I’m Ziven,” he says, confirming my suspicions. His deep, rich voice doesn’t exactly match his looks, but I smile and shake his hand anyway.

“Tatyana, and this is Kiska,” I say, pointing to my daughter, who is completely oblivious and immersed in a book on the sofa.

“Kirill said that Sabina will be by shortly to gather information. I’m here as your protector until your
Byki
are assigned,” he murmurs.

“Have you known Kirill long?” I ask, trying to drum up conversation.

“A while,” he deadpans and just stares at me.

I don’t continue with questions; instead, I walk over to the large window and look out at the cityscape. If I thought that leaving him all of those years ago was the biggest mistake of my life, I was fooling myself. Coming back and being this
thing
to him, it’s excruciating.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice calls out. I turn around to face her.

“Sabina?” I ask as she walks into the room.

“Yes,” she confirms with a grin.

Sabina is tall, very tall, and extremely thin. Her breasts are big and her dress is a low-cut, wrap dress. Her black hair and dark eyes make her porcelain skin that much more lovely. Her dress is very short and extremely tight. Her high heels are much like the ones I wear to dance in, tall and impractical. She looks nothing like a personal assistant and everything like a personal play thing.

“Kirill has informed me that I need to purchase some appropriate clothing for both you and your daughter, Kiska. I’m also to help decorate her bedroom for her,” she says, appearing to be all business as she takes out her phone and starts pushing buttons.

“Now you’re what, a size ten?” she asks, arching a brow. Ziven clears his throat.

“I’m a size six,” I say.

“I’m a woman, you can tell me the truth,” she snickers.

“The truth is, I am a size six; and if you wish to know my bra size, I’m a
natural
thirty-two double D,” I grind out through my clenched jaw as I stare at her obvious fake breasts.

“Fine. When they don’t fit, do not blame me. What size is the girl, then?” she asks. I take in a deep breath and tell her all of Kiska’s sizes, including shoe size.

Kiska interjects when it is time to talk about her room decor. I turn away from them and take my place at the window, looking out at the city. It’s dusk, and I’m excited to see what it will look like after the sun completely sets.

“You know, I expected you to get all up in her shit,” Ziven murmurs from next to me. His back is against the glass and he’s watching Sabina and Kiska chat about decor.

“Why would I?” I ask.

“Because he fucks her on a regular basis,
obviously
. She wants to be right where you are. She’s being decent right now, but it won’t last long. Sabina is manipulative and ruthless—a true Russian cunt of a woman,” he chuckles.

“Kirill can do as he wishes,” I whisper, not wanting for a word of what I’ve said to be the truth, but knowing that it is.