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he scent of alcohol is overwhelming. I try not to let it get to me. I haven’t touched any for ten years, and I don’t intend to start now. Many of my brotherhood rely on alcohol to deaden
the guilt. After ruining my life with it, I gave it up.
The girl I’m looking for could be anywhere. Her text alluded to the fact she is here, so I’ve got to scour every inch of this place. It would make sense since her father owns this club. It’s only a matter of time until someone discovers Harriet bound and gagged, which means I need to work quickly to ensure Milana isn’t alerted.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I bring up the photo. It’s a few years old and not the best. Not to mention, the club is dark. It will be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
I move through the room, keeping to the edges and searching the writhing bodies on the dance floor. A platform near the back catches my eye. It’s a VIP area, where I’d expect the daughter of Veselov to be.
Stepping backward and leaning against the wall, I scan the security. The VIP area has one bouncer guarding the only entrance. It’s too dark for me to tell whether the woman I’m looking for is there.
Bodies are dancing in that area, but the difficulty will be getting in. My bratva ink is impossible to hide, but these men won’t know me. I’m a trespasser in their territory — a man who intends to steal something precious from their asshole of a pakhan.
I move toward the center of the dancefloor, ignoring a woman’s attempt to draw me toward her. She tries again, and I give her a severe glance. Her face pales, and she backs away from me.
I move as close as I can to the VIP area and look into it, trying to see who is in there. More brava members guard the entrance on the platform and there are lots of men inside. If she’s in there, I’m going to need to draw her out somehow.
One girl rushes past the entrance and takes a seat right opposite me on a round table. My heart hammers hard and fast.
Milana.
She’s unmistakable if not all grown-up compared to the photo. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my stomach tightens at the sight of her. Beautiful is the only way to describe her.
I bite my lip and watch as her friends join her at the table. One guy and a girl. The guy sits down close to her, too close for my liking.
It makes no sense that I feel so protective over a woman I’m supposed to kidnap. “Hey, big boy, want to dance?” I turn around to find a blonde woman fluttering her eyelashes at me.
If I want to fit in, then dancing may be a good idea. I grunt in response, grabbing the woman’s waist and spinning her so I can keep my eyes on Milana. I can’t deny that Milana has piqued my interest. She is stunning.
The woman I’m dancing with tries to grind against me, but I keep her at arm’s length. Otherwise, she will block my view of the target.
She turns around and tries to kiss me. I back away from her. “Sorry.” I leave her gaping after me and step closer to the VIP section.
A moment ticks by, and then Milana’s eyes meet mine. I should look away, but I can’t. She mesmerizes me with her gaze, holding it without flinching.
Most would be intimidated by my gaze, but she doesn’t appear to be. I can feel my balls tingling with interest, which is a bad fucking sign. I’m not here to fuck her, I’m here to kidnap her.
Finally, she glances away, breaking the electric eye contact between us. I move to the edge of the dancefloor out of her sight, but keep my eyes on her. My lips quirk up as she glances back to where I’d been standing. She doesn’t mask her disappointment that I’m no longer there.
Her attraction to me is my way in. She’s intrigued by me. If I can get her to dance with me, then I should be able to get her out of this club. The guy at her table moves closer to her, making jealousy clench at my chest. It makes no sense since I don’t know her.
Then, I see a huge bratva man with peppered gray hair step forward. His eyes focus on Milana with such intensity that I know he’s her bodyguard.
It makes sense that she would have security. She is the daughter of a pakhan. It is going to make my task more difficult. I’ll need to make a distraction to ensure he doesn’t get in the way. I notice an area where I can get access to the back of the VIP platform.
I slip my hand into my jacket’s inside pocket and fumble for the smoke bomb I keep with me. It’s the best option to cause a commotion and get the bodyguard away from her. I scan the area before slipping under the mezzanine. With careful steps, I creep beneath the platform toward the back.
Once I make it to the back, I find a perfect spot to throw the bomb up. I pull the cord and chuck it quickly, walking back toward the main dance floor. A few shouts sound above me, but I manage to slip out unseen.
Milana is standing with her back toward me, watching the commotion. Her bodyguard is nowhere in sight. The plan has worked to get him away from her.
I walk toward the VIP platform, but stop when Milana turns to walk down the stairs onto the main dancefloor. I move quickly to ensure she doesn’t notice me watching her. If she gets suspicious, then this will be impossible. The only way to pull this off is to seduce her. My cock thickens in my pants at the thought.
Fuck.
This girl has got under my skin already. I move quickly toward the edge of the dance floor and turn to search for my target. Milana has stepped onto the dance floor, and our eyes meet instantly.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours. The electricity pulsing between us is undeniable. This is a complication I didn’t need. Milana is my target and will be my captive. I can’t be having these kinds of thoughts about her.
She glances behind her as if searching for who I’m looking at it. I can’t help but smile at how oblivious she is to her beauty. It makes me want her more. Her body is perfection — full breasts, wide hips and thick thighs that I’d love to sink my fingers into.
She turns back, and our eyes meet again. I keep smiling at her, but before she can smile back, her friend whisks her around to dance.
She has her back to me now and sways her hips to the music. I watch her, feeling the need for her increase. The way she moves her curvy body to the beat makes me harder.
I groan, as it’s impossible not to admire her figure from behind. My cock thickens at the sight of her firm, round ass framed in a tight black dress.
I shake my head, trying to clear my head. I hate that her friend broke our eye contact; a sudden possessiveness of the girl is clouding my judgment.
I keep my eyes on her, but the floor is getting busy. I have to move through the dancing bodies, keeping up with her.
She turns back toward me, and our eyes meet. A flicker of mischief ignites in her gaze, and she continues to dance, putting on a show for me. The girl knows what she is doing.
My cock responds to her dirty dancing as she sways her hips and traces her hands over her hips. The exact place my hands should be.
She twirls around again, grabbing her friend. Thank god her friend is a chick, or I would have decked the guy dancing with her by now.
I shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m here to capture her, not fuck her.
This is my chance. I walk toward her and slide my hands either side of her waist and lean down to whisper in her ear, “Would you like to dance?”
She turns around and stares up at me, letting me keep my hands on her hips. Her eyes widen, and her lips part ever so slightly. It takes a full minute for her to pull away from my grip and shake her head.
I feel my stomach dipping at her refusal.
“No way, you’re not backing out of that, Milana.” Her friend pushes her back toward me. “Go on, dance with him.” She gets closer and says something to her too quietly for me to catch. I notice the blush spread over Milana’s cheeks.
Up this close, it’s impossible not to be bowled over by her pure beauty.
She’s a masterpiece — the most tempting woman I’ve ever set eyes on.
I wait for her answer, hoping she accepts before her bodyguard comes down here and finds us. My hope isn’t solely rooted in fulfilling my mission to kidnap Milana. I want to dance with her—touch her.
She nods in response. “Okay, one dance.” Her voice is as beautiful as the rest of her.
I feel my lips curve into a smile, which isn’t all together genuine. A mix of emotions twisting together at once, as I take her hand and lead her away from safety. I’m leading this stunning woman into the evil clutches of my brotherhood. I’m torn between my duty to my brothers and my urges.