Stalked
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Yelena
It had been a week since I started at Trixie's, and so far I really enjoyed it. Everyone I worked with was down to earth and fun
I had even managed a girl's night with some of them.
Being locked away like a dirty secret all your life made it a bit hard to get out and make friends. I felt like a teenager again. Finally, getting out and having fun.
Ivan was a little worried, I could tell. But there was always a guard nearby. I think he thought I didn't notice, but it was hard not to. They literally looked like bodyguards. With their black suits, sunglasses and earpiece. No hiding there.
And then there was the hot biker. He came almost every night. And it was hard not to notice his eyes following me everywhere. He was starting to break me down a bit and I didn't know how I felt about that. Ivan said he was crazy, but he seemed pretty normal to me as far as tattooed pierced-up bikers go.
And oh boy was he a smooth talker. He knew exactly what to say. Like when he told me he had never seen eyes as beautiful as mine. Or when he told me my skin looked porcelain. Guy gave me goose bumps, and not in a bad way.
I also felt another set of eyes on me, eyes that I couldn't see. Maybe I was imagining it. But every time I left the club at the end of the night, I felt like someone was watching me.
And not Whiz.
I knew when he was watching me, and he didn't hide it. I doubted he was hiding in the shadows. Guy was bold.
So why did I feel like this?
Arseni
Watching my sweet little sister never got bored. I knew she could feel me watching, but she didn't know for sure it was me. That gave me a thrill.
I fu*king wanted her. For. My. Self.
I was her first. Her only. I might have ripped it away from her but her vir*inity was mine.
Growing up, I hated my siblings. I knew Ivan would end up running the Bratva and that angered me. And of course he turned it into a daycare ran by a bunch of whimps. If it was me, I would have made it bigger, badder. I'd have Yelena as my wife, filling her with heirs.
Ya, we were half siblings but I didn't give a fu*k. She was hot. Gorgeous. Perfect.
Over the years she maimed her skin with knives and lighters, but I didn't care. I knew I was the reason and that made me proud.
Proud that I broke her down.
Proud that she would look in the mirror every day and think of me.
Proud that she wouldn't let any other man touch her.
And now I was back in the states. And I was building an empire in Russia. I would be taking her back with me whether she liked it or not. I just needed to get her out from under this MC. I know they are watching her for Ivan. But I'd get my little flower.
And I'd pluck all her petals until she knew exactly where she belonged. At my feet.
Whiz
I had been drooling over that vixen for weeks. And I did do some research.
Turns out she's a Bratva princess. Yup. Ivans little sister.
That should scare me. Make me run away, avoid her at all costs. But I'm a moron, apparently.
I had no intention of leaving her alone. I mean I did like pain. I'd let Ivan thump on me if it meant I could get that se*y woman under me.
But something did hit harder than it should. I liked her. Talking to her made me happy. She was smart, funny. Conversation with her was rewarding.
But she was stubborn. I never had to chase women before. It was new territory for me. I'm sure she could have any guy she wanted, but she showed no interest in them. Was she g*y? I didn't think so, but she was a God da*n mystery.
I think I was starting to break her down. When our eyes connected she lingered longer. She threw small smiles at me between customers. She seemed like she genuinely liked talking to me.
And then one night, as I was sitting at the bar like I've been doing for the past few weeks, the sleeve of her long sleeves sweatshirt caught on the counter dragging up her arm. And I saw it.
Scars. Cuts and what looked like burns. Thick and tight. Like they had been opened over and over again. She yanked her sleeve back down, looking up at me with wild eyes. She looked like she wanted to bolt. Eyes watering. I saw the pain in her face. And I hated it. Wanted to make it go away.
What the he*l happened to her?
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