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Yelena
I was so nervous. I had no idea where he was taking me, so I chose light blue jeans, boots and an off-the-shoulder oversized sweater. I had my hair down with a silver flower clip.
A knock at my door made me about jump out of my skin.
I swung it open, and my thighs immediately clenched together.
Whiz. Wearing a pair of slacks and a green button-down shirt. The shirt made his dark brown eyes pop. He looked gorgeous. And smelled amazing. He took me in shamelessly from head to toe. I forgot how to speak, apparently.
"Hey vixen. You look stunning. I'm glad you chose jeans because you are not getting out of riding with me tonight."
"Oh. Ok. I've never ridden a bike before."
"I figured. You'll do fine. Come on, I got reservations.
He showed me how to climb on and where to put my feet. Oh boy here we go.
"Pozhaluysta, ne ubivayte menya."
(Please, don't ki*l me.)
He turned to me with something burning in his eyes.
Oh sh*t, I said that out loud?
"You have no idea how much hearing you speak Russian turns me on vixen."
"Ya, sometimes it slips out." God, why was I so nervous all of a sudden?
He hopped on and we drove off. Me clutching onto him for dear life.
The ride wasn't as scary as I thought. It actually felt freeing. The wind in my hair, putting my trust completely into Whiz.
We parked at an oceanside restaurant.
"I'm new at this, I should have asked if you like seafood. If not, I'm sure they have other stuff."
"I love seafood. We didn't get it much back in Russia."
He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. God his dimples.
We were eating quietly waiting for each other to talk.
"So how did you join your MC?"
He tensed but then relaxed. "The former prez took me under his wing. Saved me from the streets. My dad was an a*hole, so I was homeless pretty young.
Oh. That's unfortunate. I'm glad he found a home and family.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but it looks like you are doing well for yourself. You really seem to love the club."
"I do. Very much. I don't know where I'd be right now without them. Probably de*d to be honest."
And I could tell he was being honest. Very much so.
"So when did you come to the states?
It was my turn to stiffen.
"A little while after my brother took over. I was 20 and he was 26. He wanted a better life for me. He always protected me. We were in Miami initially. He let me work outside the family, and then I had a bad interaction with a customer and we moved here. He kept me on lockdown pretty much. Until I broke him down recently."
Whiz
Ivan was protective. But locking her down was a bit much. I guess, being Bratva he didn't want to take any chances. A beautiful woman in the family would be a great bargaining chip for enemies.
"So you like bartending?"
"I do. I've always been pretty good with people. And I was basically a bartender for the Bratva back in Russia."
I'm just glad she wasn't dancing. I'd have to pluck the eyes out of every mother fu*ker who looked at her. I don't know how Ace did it with Jasmine.
"What about you? Have you always been into drawing?"
"Pretty much. For as long as I can remember. My home life wasn't great, so it was a good way to disconnect. Then, when I joined the club I opened the tattoo shop. I love helping people express themselves with tattoos. Speaking of which, I brought those drawings."
I took out my drawings from my kuts inside pocket. I worked hours on them. Every detail I considered was for Yelena. I wanted her to be able to cover her scars not with shame, but with beauty.
Her scars were deep, and pretty big. So I made sure the designs were intricate.
She studied them and I saw her eyes start to shimmer. Was she going to cry? Sh*t I didn't mean to make her cry. But then she smiled and looked up.
"Whiz they're beautiful. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, Yelena. I'm happy to help."
"I think I want the feather. Makes me think of freedom."
That's exactly what I was going for. The slightly twisted feather faded from a dark blue to a lighter shade of blue.
"What color are you thinking?"
"I want this color. It's perfect."
"Great. How about you come to my shop on Monday before you go to work? It shouldn't be too painful or in the way of working."
"Great. Thank you Whiz. How much do you think it will be? I know it goes by hours. Do you think it will take long?"
"You aren't paying Yelena. I won't allow it. This is a gift to you. For opening up to me."
I know there was more behind the scars. Much deeper. Something happened to her, and it happened for a long while. I was dying to know, maybe for vengeance, maybe just for my curiosity. But I wouldn't push her. She's clearly still dealing with it.
"Whiz I'm paying. You have already spent hours doing these. A lot of your time was taken up doing this. And I know you've been busy with work."
"Alright, we'll see."
Yalena
God, he was sweet. This massive, scary looking biker had a heart of gold. I can't believe how beautiful his drawings were. I couldn't wait to get it done. I would never have to look at my arm with disgust anymore.
We finished eating and headed outside.
"I have got one more thing for tonight, vixen."
We drove down the highway for a way before he pulled into an empty lot. I had no idea where we were. He grabbed my hand, and we walked a ways until I heard the waves crash. The pathway opened up, and I saw faint light around some tall rocks. We walked around the rock wall and I about melted.
On the sand was a large blanket surrounded by candles. A bottle of wine sat in a bucket of ice in the middle.
We sat and chatted for what felt like hours. Neither of us opened up much about our clearly traumatic upbringing, but we definitely knew each other better. We lay down in silence, listening to the ocean and admiring the starts.
He turned his head staring at me. I felt his eyes burning into my face. I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark. Devouring me.
I leaned in and kissed him. He grabbed my head and deepened it. Swallowing my gasps and moans.
"Yelena, you better keep those moans quiet. I'm barely holding back here."
"Then don't."
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