Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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Walking into my club, my eyes immediately zone in on her.
And fuck, I'm almost angry at how fucking good she looks in that dress.
I was confused when she told me brown was her favourite colour, but I get it now. It's definitely her colour, and she subconsciously chose the whole fucking design for this place. Colours and all.
It was my newest club, only having opened a few weeks ago, and lets say I took some inspiration from Car...
I start making my way through the crowd, rolling up my black dress shirt to the elbows as the heat from all the bodies suddenly comes over me.
My eyes are focused on one thing though, and as soon as I come up behind her, my arms automatically wind their way around her waist.
She stiffens in my hold, and I realise I'm the dumbass who didn't identify themselves before touching her.
I'm just about to lean down and tell her it's me, but some other girl comes barrelling at me, slapping my arm rather hard and yelling.
My arms don't leave Car, even as I hiss lowly at the repeated slapping, now stinging my bicep.
Car turns and looks up at me quickly, her cute doe eyes widening when she sees it's only me.
She spun to Hailey quickly, "This is my boyfriend!" She blurts out, and Hailey stops her assault on me abruptly.
She looks up at me, eyes wide. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't know, Car literally just attracts attention, so I assumed-" She says hurriedly, and I take the time to assess her.
Car's girl friend, huh?
Can confirm I already don't like you.
"You're fine." I say, getting her to relax a bit so I can turn my attention back to Car. I raise a brow at her as she looks up at me, "So this is the girl friend. Sure you didn't get a Chihuahua?" I snide and glance down at her friend briefly.
She looks back at me with just as much venom but I ignore her.
"You look gorgeous." I mumbles in Car's ear, my hands unconsciously sliding from her waist to her ass and back, trying to show her physically how good she looks since I can't express it enough in words.
"You too." She replies back to me, looking over my black work clothes. I smile at her and kiss the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver under my lips.
"I'm gonna get a drink, okay? I'll be right back." I tell her and she nods up at me. With one last look, I turn and head for the bar, glancing over my shoulder to make sure she's safe with her friend.
Once I see they're giggling away I continue my trek to the bar, going round the back to make myself my own drink.
The bartender, Danny, gives me a nod as I enter, "Hey boss." He greets, but I don't give him the time of day. This kid never shuts up.
