Miss Perky Ass
1291 Words
Chapter Fourteen
The drive was long.
Viktor’s eyes stayed fixed on his laptop screen as he tracked the movement of Gloria’s phone until it finally came to a stop.
He entered the location into his maps and it was the Red Curtain Club.
He stared at it for a second longer than necessary.
Was she being serious? Had she really gone to Miguel Ricardo's whorehouse?
He closed his eyes briefly, pressing his fingers against his forehead before letting out a slow, controlled sigh. She was going to be the death of him.
It took them another ten minutes to arrive.
Three of Viktor’s cars pulled up and stopped in formation as he stepped out. He glanced at his men once.
“Blend in,” he said calmly. “Stay quiet. Don’t do anything unless something needs to be done.”
They nodded immediately.
The men split off and entered the building like regular customers, disappearing through the front door.
Viktor waited a moment longer before walking up to the entrance.
The moment he stepped closer, his nose tightened in disgust. He pulled out a handkerchief to use to push the door open instead of touching it directly.
He did not like anything about this place. Not the noise, not the smell, not definitely not the idea of touching its door.
“Can you hear me?” Ethan’s voice came through his earpiece, slightly distorted.
“I can hear you,” Viktor replied flatly. “What’s the situation inside?”
“Viktor, I can’t see anything,” Ethan said quickly. “There’s only one camera feed and it’s been covered. Looks like tape or paint. For all I know, they could be waiting inside with guns.”
Viktor exhaled once through his nose.
“Of course they are,” he muttered.
A drunk man stumbled past him and shoved his shoulder roughly. “Man, either go in and get a blowjob or go back home to your boring wife,” the man slurred before disappearing inside.
Viktor didn’t react, in fact, he used it as an opportunity to step in after him, that way, he was his human shield.
The inside hit immediately; there was loud music, thick cigarette smoke, the sharp scent of alcohol and weed mixing into something unpleasantly suffocating.
His gaze moved slowly, scanning the room.
Women moved through the space half-dressed, men crowded around them, exchanging money casually as hands roamed; nothing restrained or hidden.
Then he saw Gloria.
Her back was turned slightly, and a hand was resting on the lower part of her.
It was Miguel's thick, veiny and very ugly hand.
Something inside of Viktor didn't like what he was seeing, he didn't like the way the hands dug into her skin.
And so unlike him, he didn’t think or pause to consider the consequences of what he was about to do.
He just moved.
In seconds, he was walking straight through the crowd. Then he reached them and punched Miguel hard across the face.
Miguel’s head snapped to the side as he stumbled back, shocked.
At the same time, Gloria turned quickly to see who the puncher was. She was startled to find Viktor.
In an instant, about five men raised their guns, ready to fill Viktor with bullets, but Miguel lifted his hand calmly. And the room went still.
Miguel was grinning as he rubbed his jaw where Viktor had hit him.
“Man… you hit good, I give you that,” he chuckled, rolling his shoulder. “Strong hand, Russian.”
His hand had already left Gloria’s ass. Good.
“And you’re really a pervert,” Viktor replied flatly, arms crossed as he scanned the room from the corner of his eyes.
Miguel laughed again, like this was all entertainment.
Viktor felt the urge to hit him again; properly this time. Preferably breaking something that wouldn’t heal easily.
“Man, you’re bold,” Miguel said, still amused. “You really walked into my club and punched me. You got a death wish or something?”
“And you’re bold for putting your hands on what’s mine,” Viktor replied without hesitation.
Miguel blinked once, then laughed. “Man, she's just some piece of ass.”
“My piece of ass,” Viktor corrected.
He reached out and slapped his hand briefly on Gloria’s butt, marking his territory.
Instantly, she turned and slapped him across the face.
Hard.
Then she stepped back.
“My ass is my ass,” Gloria snapped, eyes flashing with annoyance. “Nobody owns my f*****g ass.”
Silence filled the room.
Even the music that was thumping through the roof earlier had stopped now.
Miguel stared at her for a second, then turned dramatically to the room like he needed confirmation.
“She just slapped a Bratva,” he said, almost impressed. Then louder, “She just slapped Viktor Koshnov the Russian godfather. Am I the only one seeing this s**t?”
Murmurs broke out across the club.
Girls were frozen mid-movement. Men who had come in for some shitty afterwork pleasure shifted uncomfortably.
And Gloria, for the first time since walking in, looked like she wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole.
Viktor grabbed her arm instantly. “Come,” he said tightly.
He dragged her through the crowd into an emptier corner of the club.
“What the f**k is wrong with you?” he snapped.
“I panicked, okay?” she shot back immediately. “Two men grabbing my ass like I’m some f*****g bag of rice, what did you expect me to do?”
“Have some common sense and not slap me! I was trying to prove a point,” Viktor said through clenched teeth. “You think I care about your ass?”
“You do care,” she fired back. “You literally punched a man for my ass!”
“That is not...” he stopped himself, banging his fist against a table in frustration. “Can you just for once not always start up trouble?”
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “I didn’t ask you to come after me and save me.”
Viktor stared at her for a long moment, jaw ticking hard, then turned away without another word.
He walked back toward the crowd.
Miguel was still there, now less amused.
“Man,” Miguel said, shaking his head. “You just got slapped by a b***h, and still didn't do anything. I’m disappointed. If a girl embarrassed me that way, I'd make her eat her own f*****g teeth.”
Then he stepped closer to Viktor, sniffing.
“You stay away from her,” Viktor said coldly.
“She walked into my f*****g club,” Miguel shot back. “How was I supposed to know she was your girl?”
He had a point, but Viktor knew he couldn't back down. “I don’t care.”
Miguel exhaled through his nose, his amusement fading completely.
“I’ll let you walk out alive because we had a deal,” he said, voice dropping. “And unlike you, I don’t let hoes come between business. But listen carefully; next time you step into my territory and pull s**t like this, it’s gonna be a war. A bloody f*****g war!"
“Whatever you say, Miguel,” Viktor replied calmly as he turned, walked back to Gloria, grabbed her hand, and started pulling her out.
“Hey!” Miguel called after them. “Keep Miss Perky Ass safe. I’ve got my eyes on her now.”
Viktor only scoffed as he kept on walking, but they didn’t make it far when a gunshot cracked through the air.
Viktor ducked instantly just as everything exploded into gunfire.
Shit.
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