Chapter 23: Chapter 23

I stood in front of my closet looking through my dresses for the most provocative dress to wear to the club. Yes, his club. After a lovely time visiting Pushkin museum, Kolomenskoye, Sparrow hills and lastly Peterhof palace; I thought he would have a change of heart but No. He comes down, casually taking long strides to my side of the car, opens the door ushers me out into another ride already waiting for me by the road. Once in, he closes the door and watch Ivan and Kirill drive me back to the mansion. My chest heaves rapidly with flaming anger, at some point I held my index to my nostrils choking on a heavy sob threatening to spill. I dial his digits repeatedly, he refuse to pick up; quitting after the seventh ring.

Puffing air in and out of my lungs through my mouth, still yet my throat clogged. Sulking hard at the back of the car, I kept thinking of ways to punish him.

I am fucking mad at Elijah.

Oh, I got so furious coming down from the car and into the building storming past the guards to our quarters. The minute I got into our room, I let out a loud scream throwing my clutch purse at his picture hanging on the wall in the room. Pacing back and forth in the room thinking of what to do about the possessive Russian. Ways to get back at him while glaring at the godlike picture in front of my eyes.

Then it clicked.

If he can't take me to his club, then i will have to go to him.

Hence, me standing in front of the closet. Seeing this cute two piece have a dangerous smile growing on my face. Plucking it off its hanger and looking fascinated at it. I know Elijah will be so mad catching me wear this to his club. The nude color two piece is just a tube crop top and matching skirt just below my butt. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I dial the only person that will pick my call.

"Alexei. Emergency."

"Nia. Are you okay?" He sounds so out of breathe, but whatever.

"Please hurry." Hanging up after the vague call.

I sat down in front of the vanity mirror fixing my face in a fresh makeup with a creepy ass smile sitting on it. Oh, this is going to be good.

***

"What are you doing? And what are you wearing?" Alexei's voice raise in alarm looking at my two piece and black strapped heels, watching me walk to the passengers door.

"Hello to you Alexei." I say once I got in his matte black Bentley. Chic.

"Finally Vlad will kill me after all the empty threats he has been giving." he let's out a humorless laugh looking at me once again.

Flatting fallen tendrils around the high bun ontop my head, I check myself on the mirror. Perfect. Just the way he likes it. "Speaking of your brother, can you take me to him? Please." I drawl the last word pleading.

Igniting the car, he chuckles. "We are going to be in so much trouble." A sly grin on my face as we drove out of the mansion.

"I know."

***

We entered the club, Alexei drag me by my hand in between dancing bodies till we got to a spacious area. He spoke to the lady in Russia, she blushes replying to him. Taking my eyes off them, I look about the club wondering if this one has a sex club upstairs. That we be cool.

"Stay here." His voice snaps be back from the exquisite club to his rugged face.

"Why?"

"Just stay here." Looking to his eyes, I nod affirmative. Seconds after I felt bored by the bar watching people flirt or get drunk. Moving closer to the railing, I watch as people dance and grind against each other sensually.

Feeling the need to pee. "Sorry can you show me where the bathroom is." I ask the lady behind the bar. She nods directing to the turns at the end of the hall. Softly saying a thank

you, I took off. Done easing myself and checking my makeup on the mirror, I walk back out only to bump into someone.

"Hey beautiful." I groan loud facing the stranger. Full on suit, roguish look, stench of a few beer. Definitely banker or stoke broker. Not my type.

"Ugh. Not interested." I move to walk around, back to the dancing crowd. He blocks me.

"You are American." He tries to converse. Failing woefully at it with the way his eyes run down my body instead of actually making a sane conversation.

"Ding. Ding. Ding. Now can you leave. I'll love to be alone." An ugly groan came out of his lips getting closer to me.

"But I can keep you company baby girl." His hand encircles my expose waistline.

"Ewww. No." Feeling his hand tighten on me trying to kiss me. "I said no." Fighting his face off me successfully landing a slap on his face. He turns red in anger touching where I just slapped him.

"Vy sobirayetesʹ zaplatitʹ za etu suku." (You are going to pay for that bitch.) He growls coming at me. Bracing myself for the impact about to counter his attack suddenly a gunshot went off. Shocked, I flinched back watching the man fall to his side groaning in pains.

Is he dead?

"No he's not." My gaze flits to Elijah. "What are you doing here Nia?" His eyes glares dangerously at me before trailing down to what I'm wearing. The vein on his neck so visible I thought it may pop.

"And what the fuck are you wearing?" he growls, seething.

Oops.