A Treacherous Killer-Dark Bratva Romance

twenty seven

Maks

Leo suggests having drinks at the Beyala Roza after we merely escape from Emil's place and I don't argue.

I can't shake the anger I felt after seeing the naked woman in Emil's bed. That rich prick thought he was untouchable. That he could lie and cheat and get away with it. A true wolf in sheep's clothing.

That hopelessness I had felt ever sense this morning was starting to wear on my sanity. I don't know why I feel the need to protect Nadia's feelings when I used to not give a shit whether I hurt them or not. Now I'm breaking and entering for her, shifting through sand trying to find an ounce of evidence to expose Emil.

I had really lost my touch and I needed to find it fast before there was no turning back. I hadn't even focused on finding any more information on the stalker who had been sending those messages. The odd thing was, I hadn't received anything since Nadia had moved in with me. Either the bastard knew I was protecting her and looking for an open or he was building up to something big.

I needed to be prepared either way and allowing myself to be distracted by thoughts of whether Nadia and Emil were celebrating their engagement at this very moment, was not helping any.

Even though I would have much rather gone to the Plamya Fitness and pummeled some poor guy's face in, I didn't think it a good idea to be in the ring so soon after the injuries I endured. Plus, I was in no better head space than I was last night. I couldn't risk being distracted again.

We order drinks and sit in Caine's private section near the dance floor. I throw my drink back, allowing the burning taste of the whiskey to coat my throat and slam the glass down on the table.

"You up for some shots?" Leo suggests, observing my display of aggression with a grin. He holds a hand up to motion the server over.

"Why not," I grunt. Why should I spend the night sober and miserable? Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. The server brings a tray of tequila shots over and Leo and I clink our glasses together, drinking the shots down followed by excessive swearing.

I was already feeling a bit more relaxed with the alcohol swimming through my veins, thoughts of red lips and long legs becoming more faint.

"Look at those two ladies over there eyeing us. Should we call them over?" Leo nods his head in the direction of a blonde and a brunette standing at the bar to our left. When they notice us staring back, they both erupt into giggles.

I hadn't slept with anyone since before Nadia had come to stay with me. Maybe that's exactly what I needed to get my mind off of traitorous thoughts of her. To be buried deep inside someone else and from the way the blonde was eye fucking me, it wouldn't take much effort.

"Yeah, but I want the blonde," I say. Leo grins, hopping up from the booth. He fixes his jacket and strides over to the two women. It doesn't take much convincing, not even a minute later, they all three come waltzing into the reserved section. Leo winks at me as the blonde who had been eyeing me before slides into the booth next to me.

"I'm Yana," she offers.

"Would you like a drink?" I question. Yana nods enthusiastically as I wave the server over and order her a dirty martini and myself an old fashioned.

"I've never seen you here before but you look rather important. Should I know you?" Yana runs a finger down my chest and I tense but tell myself to relax and give her a playful smirk.

"No, I'm no one important. I just have important friends," I say evenly. Yana releases a breathy laugh. I watch as her pupils contract, drawn in by my secrecy. Her eyes trail over my face taking note of my scar and lower to the cut on my lip and the purple bruise on my jaw.