Bratva-Mikhail

MC Party

Mikhail

Yes, was obsessed. And yes, I was following her. Stalking some would call it, but I preferred the term following.

Everyday, I would put flowers on her welcome mat at the apartment she was staying at. Ivan reluctantly told me where she was staying. Not because he didn’t want me to know, but because he respected her. But he knew me too well. He knew I’d just follow her home one night and that would freak her out after everything she had been through. But I was done waiting. Done sitting back and watching the woman I love distance herself from me.

I waited until the last person left the library and entered quietly. I figured she would know it was me. And she did. She stopped what she was doing and squared her shoulders. Turning around my heart nearly stopped. She was so fu*king beautiful. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I could smell her. That familiar scent. She smelt so good.

“Janis.” Her name on my tongue felt so good. “I think it’s time we talk sweetheart. And I’m not asking.”

At this point I’d tie her a*s down. I was done messing around. She would hear me out. And see the proof. And then she could decide if she wanted me. If not, maybe I would leave her alone. Maybe.

“Mikhail, there’s nothing to talk about. With us. I am so appreciative for what you have done. That will never change. But I won’t be the other woman. I can’t do it.”

“You were never the other woman. And that bi*ch is dead.”

Her eyes widened, mouth opening and closing like she had no words.

“She set me up. Whiz can prove it. She had been recording us. She changed the dates. I never touched her after I met you, Janis. He*l I hadn’t touched her for months before I met you. I don’t expect you to believe me right now, but I will show you proof. I will show you I love you and only you. I never would have hurt you like that.”

She blinked back tears. But I still saw the doubt in her eyes. She had been hurt too badly before. Trusting me again was going to take time and I’d wait a thousand years for her.

“I believe you but I need time. You saved my life. And I will do anything to show you how grateful I am but just give me time. This is a lot to take in. And what do you mean she’s de*d? What happened?”

I wanted to tell her I blew her fu*king head off, but I didn’t want her to think I was a psychopath. Or more of a psychopath.

“I’ll tell you what happened but not until you let me show you the proof. I’ll give you time Janis but let it be known, I will not back down. I’ll still be around. And watching.”

Janis

Watching? What the fu*k did that mean?

Mikhail was admittedly a bit overwhelming and obsessive. The dark part of me kind of liked it.

He did let Samantha stay around and fu*k with me. He knew to some extent that she was messing with me. So maybe I wanted to show him what he missed.

Mikhail left and I finished closing up. I was heading home by cab when my phone went off.

“Janis! It’s Yelena. The MC and Bratva are having a party at the clubhouse tomorrow. How about you come with us? Get you out and socializing a bit. I promise if it overwhelms you, we can leave.”

I thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to get out. And I knew I was safe there. It would be a nice opportunity to get dressed up and relax with the girls.

“Sure that sounds fun. I’ll find something to wear. Um what do you wear to a party like this?”

“Oh we are so going shopping tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 4.”

And with that she hung up. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. But also nervous. Would Mikhail be there? Maybe we wouldn’t run into each other. But he did just warn me he’d be watching. Ugh. That man will be the de*th of me.

The next day the girls took me shopping. I ended up deciding on a pair of black leather pants and off the shoulders blue graphic tee and a pair of dark blue high heels. Olivia insisted on doing my hair and makeup.

And she did not disappoint. My curled hair looked perfect, and the smoky look pulled my entire outfit together.

We had been drinking a bit so decided to take a cab. Clearly this place was very well known because the cab driver wouldn’t even drive down the road the clubhouse sat on. He apologized but Yelena said she understood and we took the short walk to the club. We had barely stepped out of the cab and could hear the music thumping. Jesus. This was going to be quite the party.

Mikhail

I don’t always come to party’s at the MC, but Ivan urged me to. It was always good to get together with ally’s. And I had a feeling the girls were going to be bringing a certain sweetheart. And not only did I need to see her I had to make sure no one had their grabby little hands on her.

Yes, she told me she needed time. And yes, I would give her that. Mostly. Somewhat. Kind of. I wasn’t a patient man and I definitely had never chased a woman before. So this feeling I had was something I wasn’t used to. But for her? I was willing to do anything.

I saw the girls walk in the front door from where I was sitting, nursing my whisky. I couldn’t see her right away but when I did, holy fu*k. My eyes practically bulged out of my head.

I had seen Janis in uniform, I had seen her in house clothes and her work attire dancing. But this. This was all her. The real her. The Janis I hadn’t seen. I practically drooled. She looked gorgeous. Her long hair, the tight pants and the fu*k me heels.

Then Ivan yelled across the room, ripping me out of the p*rno I was making up in my head. I looked over and he was ushering me over to the pool table. I looked back towards Janis and our eyes met. Sooner than I’d like she looked away and walked towards the bar. Now I had to hide this raging b*ner I was sporting or the guys would definitely torment me.

An hour into our make shift pool tournament I watched as Janis and the girls danced in the middle. Fu*k she looked good. I was willing to let her have her girl’s night until I saw one of the MC guys come up from behind her and start grinding on her. And she wasn’t pushing him away. Not really. Not as much as I’d like.

I saw red. I was going to ki*l this mother fu*ker ally be da*ned.

Before I went over to break that a*sholes spine I turned to Hatchet.

“Hey prez I’m going to promise to not break the fu*kers face whose grinding on my woman if you tell me where we can have some privacy .”

Hatchet looked surprised at first but smirked, pointing towards the second floor.

“Rooms on the left are reserved for extracurricular activities. If the privacy sign isn’t on the doorknob, it’s clean. Try not to ki*l Cue. He’s an i***t but useful. And Olivia already kicked his a*s once so his self esteem is on the floor.”

By the time I reached Janis she was facing him, and didn’t look particularly happy. I had seen enough though. Fu*k giving her time. I grabbed the fu*ker by his shoulder and threw him back. He looked pis*ed but as soon as he saw who it was, he turned on his heel and speed walked off.

Smart man.