Mikhail
Too loud music, too many people, too much alcohol. I never liked clubs when I was younger, and now I just loath them. Everybody knows that, and when Pavel spreads the news of me coming to Ural with Bianca, I will never hear the end of it.
I lead the girls to the table in the corner and turn around, making sure all four security guards Pavel set up are in their places. Combined with Andrea’s and Isabella’s bodyguards, that makes seven men watching over four girls. Deeming it more than enough, I take Bianca’s hand and pull her to the side near the end of the bar where there is more light.
“So, what do you think?”
“I love it.” She beams at me. “Very posh.”
“Pavel likes to overdo stuff.” I place my hand at the back of her neck and tilt her head up. “The only reason I would com
