Bratva-Mikhail

Janis

Janis

I did love my job with the Bratva, but it wasn't enough. Despite my hefty paycheck, it definitely wasn't enough for physical therapy school. Especially when you have no grants.

So, I did it that any girl would do. OK, not any. I got a job at Trixie's. But I didn't want it to interfere with my job as a maid. So I hid my identity. Both the MC and Bratva frequented the club. So I wore a platinum wig and mascarade mask. So far, it has worked out well. Everyone wondered who the mystery dancer was.

Cinnamon was my name. Mostly because of my tanned skin. I was good at my job. Or at least my clientele thought so. I had pretty much the same crowd that asked for private dances. And for the right amount of money I'd go further.

I know I know. Don't judge me. I had to do what I have had to do since I was young. Or at least I was forced to at one time. When I met my boyfriend/p*mp Charlie at 16, I thought the world of him. He knew I had a sh*tty home life and fed off that. While I thought he was rescuing me, he just wanted fresh meat to sell.

He was good to me at first, love bombing me constantly. I was young and dumb. When I lost my virgi*ity to him, I thought I was in love. Then he started bringing his so-called friends into the bedroom. Turns out they were just clients. What started as three somes became one on one with his clients. He told me it was to keep our s*x life alive.

I was an id*ot.

He started abus*ng me. Threats turned into promises.

Soon he was taking me from my home in Colorado and selling me all over the states. Finally, when I turned 25 I had a chance and I took it. I ran. And ended up in North Carolina. I settled in Charleston and had nothing. No money, no friends, and I couldn't go back to my parents. They would never help me.

I also had no skills. I hadn't finished high school. So I did what I knew best and started selling myself again. At least this time I got to keep my money. I got my GED and started online classes. The medical field always intrigued me. I decided I wanted to be a physical therapist, so I was saving. Charleston was expensive to live in, so I left for a small town on the coast.

It took me a while, but I finally found a gig as a maid. It was simple. House cleaning, occasionally babysitting, and keeping my mouth shut. I quickly realized I was working for the Russian Mafia. But I didn't care. The money was good and they treated me well. Plus, I got a place to stay until I could afford my own.

But I needed more. So I started my second job.

It was all starting to fall together. Until a certain tall, dark and handsome mobster started noticing me.

He was hot. And I mean HOT. But I couldn't risk losing my job. I needed to keep things professional. But he was relentless. Always trying to catch me alone. He was also a smooth talker. But he was always banging the house girls. I couldn't blame him, the man had needs, but I didn't want anything to do with that drama. That's all that would bring. The house girls had already looked down at the help.

One in particular, Samantha, really hated my guts. I had no idea why. I think she noticed Mikhail hovering around me, and he was her favorite piece of meat. She didn't know I was not getting involved with any of the men. So she spent her time flaunting herself and shooting dirty looks at me any chance she got. So I stayed away.

But it was getting harder and harder to stay away from Mikhail. And I'd be lying if I said he wasn't charming. And funny. I'd imagine he would be a good time inside and outside the bedroom. But nope.

I wasn't going down that road.