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Janis

I had been in Denver for two weeks and already had enough money for my own place. It wasn’t fancy but it was mine. I hadn’t lived on my own since before I started working for Bratva. Finally I had something that I worked for. With the help of Kelly I already had a completely furnished apartment. Most of it came from thrift stores, besides my bed. It was cheap and left me enough money to pay other bills.

No matter what though, I couldn’t get that tall dark and handsome man out of my mind. I needed to stop this line of thinking.

I headed to work via the bus. I hadn’t saved up nearly enough for a car, and I was ok with that. The rides gave me time to think, reflect. I needed to go back to school. I couldn’t rely on this lifestyle forever.

I finished my last lap dance of the night. These men were huge tippers for personal dances so I loved doing them. The last gentleman of the night asked me for some further action and I declined. For many reasons. First off this was not that kind of club. It was very much frowned upon and I could lose a good job over it. Secondly, I just didn’t have it in me anymore. After leaving the lifestyle for Mikhail, it just wasn’t worth the money. Maybe because I was making enough now. Desperation can make a person do crazy things.

I decided to take an uber home. I wanted to get home soon, I was exhausted.

When I got home, I felt a chill run down my spine. I spun around and looked at my surroundings, taking everything in. I felt like I was being watched. I bolted up my stairs and gasped when I reached my door. A note pinned to it. Bright bold red letters staring back at me. I ripped it off the door and fumbled my keys. Finally managing to get inside I slammed the door s**t and threw the lock over.

I was starting to hyperventilate. No one but Kelly knew I lived here. So who was this note from? They knew my name that much was clear.

With shaking hands I peeled it open. After reading the first sentence I knew exactly who it was.

“Remember I will always own you. Your body. Your soul.

I’ll get you back my love, and once I do, you’ll pay for running. I knew you’d come back home. You’ll never escape what you really are, a wh*ar. See you soon sweetheart.”

My stomach dropped. No. How the he*l did he know I was back in the state? And why was he here? He left with me years ago. He was snatching young girls off the streets all over the country and selling them. He could have been anywhere else.

Now what?

Mikhail

I’d give it to her, Colorado was beautiful. I’d like to explore it. But not until I got her back. Not until she listened to me and understand how much I loved her.

Loved her. Sh*t. I never thought I’d say that. Listening to Ivan and Olivia made me nauseous. Not that I wasn’t really happy for them, it just never could be me.

Until that honey eyed beauty flipped my world. That first night in the hotel room I should have seen it. Seen the feelings I had deep inside of me. It took me too da*n long to realize it.

And too da*n long to get rid of that stup*d bi*ch Samantha. I had seen what jealous chicks had done to my brothers. How they did everything to rip them apart. How manipulative they were.

But I couldn’t do anything about it now. Except find her and make her hear me out. But so far, we weren’t having much luck. We had staked out all the red-light districts and so far had no luck. Part of me was happy, I didn’t want to accept that she would be out working the streets. The idea of her body under anyone else’s make me crazy.

So next were the strip joints. I had my men going to each one and keeping an eye out. I myself was headed to one, a nicer one. It was high class. I was hoping my girl would get a job at a fancier place, where she could make decent money without having to be on the streets.

I sat down and watched. I didn’t think she would be in disguise since she didn’t have a reason to be. I watched each dancer one by one. Studying them in the dim light. But I knew my woman’s body. And none of these woman held a candle to my girl. Watching them did nothing for me.

After about an hour a woman approached me. She was pretty but again, not my girl. She offered me a dance and I figured this was my chance to question someone. Maybe get some info.

She started grinding on my very soft member. Running her hands over me tense muscles.

“I have some questions for ya doll. About a woman I’m looking for. Copper hair, light brown eyes. Goes by Cinnamon. Real name is Janis.”

She smirked. “A woman huh? She must be special if you’er looking for a dancer. Most men don’t wife up women like us.”

I smiled. “Sorry sugar, no Cinnamon here. But if we happen to get any dancers matching your description, I’ll let you know.”

I nodded, getting one of my cards from my pocket and handing it to her, along with three hundred dollars.

She stood and walked out.

Dam*it Janis. Where the he*l are you?