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I furrowed my brows, blinking my eyes open at the alarm.

The dim lamp illuminated my dark room, reaching over to turn off the alarm I set.

I normally don't take naps, but after all the running around I did last night and all day today, I felt physically exhausted.

And I still don't have all of the shipment sold.

I let out an irritated sigh, noticing the unfamiliar number in my notifications.

I knew it was Sevan by the audacity to demand something of me.

So I didn't answer.

I only locked my phone, deciding to shower and refresh after my long nap.

If she wants the money that fucking bad then I'll just pay her out of pocket.

Simple.

So I began getting ready for a club I didn't want to be at in the first place—not even bothering to worry about the current shipment situation.

I wore my light wavy hair down and perfected my usual makeup until I focused on my outfit.

Black stockings were pulled on my body first, followed by a pair of gold shorts that barely covered my ass and a black Alexander Wang full-length shirt that clung to my body.

My usual black stilettos matched the outfit perfectly—pulling on a black fur coat before I exited my closet entirely.

Misha and Varya greeted me as soon as I exited my room, approaching me when I snapped two times.

I briefly showed them light affection, scratching behind their ears before heading down to where my men waited for me.

Although, Nikolai and Ivan were nowhere to be found.

Just as I specified.

I don't need another lecture from Nikolai if this all somehow goes south.

And knowing Sevan...

It will.

I let out a deep exhale, breathing out the smoke from the previous hit I took of the cigar.

My nerves felt calm, especially with the Xanax I took.

Hopefully, that will stop me from bashing Sevan's head in and leaving her body for someone to find in one of the bathrooms.

I reached over, putting my cigar out in the ashtray as the car came to a smooth halt.

And in a matter of seconds, my driver had the back door open, helping me out of the SUV as my men awaited me.

One held two black duffel bags—a baggage that I planned to pass off to Sevan and leave the club.

Which looked just as it did a few nights ago when I stopped by to drop the shipment off to my dealers.

Except now she sat in the corner, blocked off in a private section as she held a glass of some sort of dark liquid.

Her dark short hair was gelled back precisely, emphasizing her sharp face under the flashing lights.

She wore her usual leather jacket and dark jeans with expensive chains and bracelets lining her neck and wrists.

Her numerous rings managed to catch every shred of light, holding the glass tightly in her hand as she watched me approach her section.

Which lingered with people I didn't recognize.

There was also a fair amount of half dressed women seated near her—desperately trying to get her attention while Dario stood off to the side with security.

"I have money," I said over the music, not bothering to pass by the guards who stepped aside for me.

Sevan set her glass down firmly on the table, "Sit," she said, her calm voice easily heard over the music.

"I leave—you take money," I specified, not wanting to sit anywhere near the women taking up space in her section.

"Sit, Zinovia," Sevan repeated herself more firmly, motioning the men behind me away, "We do business."

I narrowed my eyes at her, but as soon as she raised a brow—I reluctantly stepped past the guards with a clenched jaw.

"Out," Sevan motioned the girl beside her away.

Who managed to flash me a dirty look as she stood from the couch.

So I reached for the necklace around her neck, earning a gasp from the girl when I tugged her down.

I lazily raised my brows, watching her stumble around the glass table so she wouldn't break it.

But she didn't flash me another dirty look.

And every woman around Sevan coincidentally stood to their feet, rushing out of the section past the guards.

"Vodka," I told Sevan, sitting a fair distance away from her on the couch, "That's how I do business."

"Ask properly and I'll get a glass for you," Sevan said, her dark eyes burning into mine.

I shrugged, "No vodka for me then," I mumbled, grabbing one of the opened bottles of champagne.

And drinking it straight from the bottle.

"No vodka for you," Sevan said, analyzing every inch of my face as I took another sip of the bubbly champagne, "Take off your coat."

My light eyes immediately snapped to hers, unconsciously taken aback by her straightforward words.

That I undoubtedly heard in a sexual sense.

"You're staying a while," Sevan clarified, tilting her head as her dark eyes openly soaked in the subtle reaction she got out of me, "We'll talk business and then you can leave."

I remained silent for a moment, not bothering to move an inch.

Until I stiffly stood up with a clenched jaw, sliding my heavy fur coat off and draping it over the couch.

Dark eyes burned down my body as I sat back down—grabbing the bottle of champagne to continue drinking.

"Keep staring and I cut your eyes out Sevan," I said, leaning back against the couch as I crossed my leg over the other.

I felt her amusement without even looking at her, "What else will you do?" she asked, her stare still burning into the side of my face.

"I cut your hands off next—one finger at a time before cutting it off whole," I said, taking another long sip of the bubbly liquid from the heavy glass bottle, "Then no more touching," I added, glancing over to meet her stare with a narrowed look.

"You don't like it when I touch you Zinovia?" Sevan asked me, her dark eyes never wavering once from mine.

I felt my jaw unconsciously grow tight, "Nyet," I gritted, tilting my head at her in offense, "I would cut out your tongue next."

Sevan nodded, "Keep going," she said, grabbing her glass of the darker liquid.

"No more speaking—no more demanding things," I emphasized, eyeing her in distaste.

Sevan lazily raised her brows, "Anything else?" she asked me, her stare now locked back precisely with mine.

I felt offended at her lack of reaction.

"I dismember your body and feed you to my dogs," I determined with a lazy sigh, glancing away from her in boredom.

Sevan nodded, "Sounds expected of you," she determined.

I took another sip of champagne, briefly meeting her stare, "And what's expected of you?" I purposely asked, curious to where her head's at.

Sevan's lips twitched up, "I don't have to do all the extra shit Zinovia," she explained, her dark eyes now trailing down my body, "If I wanted you dead I would just kill you."

I nodded stiffly, sparing her a response as I faced back forward and drank my champagne.

This had to be the most cordial conversation we've had.

Even if I've thought about killing her at least ten times during it.

"Business," I reminded Sevan, growing tired of being here.

Or mostly of her presence.

I suddenly glanced over, noticing Sevan standing from the couch.

So I stood with her, dropping the champagne in the ice bucket with a clatter that sounded over the music.

As we passed her guards and my men, I grabbed the two duffle bags—following her to what I knew would be a more private environment.

It was the same room I stood in just days ago with my dealers.

Only this time it was me under someone else's orders instead.

"All the profit is there," I said, dropping the heavy black duffle bags on the table.

Sevan didn't bother to zip them open or even look inside.

Instead, she only glanced to me.

"All of the shipment was sold?" Sevan asked me, her dark eyes staring down into mine.

"Da," I lied, my face void of any emotion.

But lying was easier for me than telling the truth.

Even if I could visibly see that Sevan saw right through it.

I'm a good liar so she must've been keeping a close eye on me.

"All of the shipment was sold, Zinovia?" Sevan repeated herself, taking a closer step to me.

I remained still in place despite the lack of proximity between us.

"Da," I said again, deciding to stick with my lie even if I knew she saw right past it.

Sevan nodded once, remaining entirely silent.

And as soon as she reached into the pocket of her leather jacket, my hand slid to the back waistband of my tiny shorts.

Only Sevan pressed me firmly against the nearest wall before I could grab my knife, using her other hand to reveal the baggy of white pills.

Pills that were supposed to already be sold out by tonight.

"This money isn't from the shipment," Sevan said, firmly holding me in place using her arm against my neck.

"You wanted money," I pointed out, deciding to remain calm under her hold.

But only so I could subtly reach for my knife, arching away from the wall to reach behind my back.

"I wanted the shipment sold," Sevan corrected me, dropping the baggy and grabbing my hand that slid behind my arched back.

"I told you it wouldn't be sold by tonight," I said, clenching my jaw as she held me against the door even more firmly.

It was the way she held my wrist by my head—how her other arm slightly cut off my airflow.

It made an ache shake through my body.

One that I refused to feel.

So I pushed away from the wall using all of my strength, pressing her back where she previously held me.

"You must really enjoy fighting with me," Sevan said, entirely unfazed by my hands pinning her arms firmly in place.

"I enjoy winning," I corrected her, leaning in to whisper the last word in emphasis.

Sevan lazily raised her brows, "For someone who enjoys winning, you do a lot of fucking losing," she countered back, forcing my jaw to clench tighter in place.

I backed away from her as soon as she wrapped her hands around my wrists—tugging out of her hold and grabbing my knife from my back waistband.

The blade sliced brittle air, missing Sevan's neck I aimed for as she neared me.

And as soon as she reached for my wrist I leaned away, taking numerous steps back from her.

"Don't run," Sevan said with a tilted head, amused by the distance I put between us.

Her amusement offended me.

So I stepped firmly towards her and sliced the blade of my knife across her stomach.

Which only cut through her black t-shirt by the time she swiftly leaned away.

I grunted as soon as she grabbed my wrist and twisted me around, holding my arm tightly behind my back.

"Too easy," Sevan murmured as she jerked the knife out of my hand, forcing it to fall to the ground with a clatter.

I didn't bother to say anything back—instead, I head-butted her in response, tugging out of her hold.

But before I could lean down and grab my knife, Sevan had already neared me.

So I firmly pushed her back.

But just as I brought my hand up to punch her, Sevan grabbed my wrist, jerking me closer to her.

I grunted as soon as she grabbed my neck, pushing against her body as I tried to pull out her hold.

She held me firmer.

I suddenly scrunched my eyes closed when my back hit the nearest wall, sending a wave of dizziness through my head.

I fought through it.

Even if I somehow grew dizzier by the lack of space between us.

So I pushed her harder with a grunt, kicking her legs with one of my feet as I pushed away from the wall.

Which only angled us closer together.

"Zaraza," I gritted the Russian word that meant Sevan was nothing but fucking irritating right now.

Especially with the lack of space between our faces, our heavy breaths mixing together into one.

I made the first mistake.

I looked down.

And when I glanced back up her eyes weren't waiting for mine.

Their focus was elsewhere—shifted down and zoned in where they shouldn't be.

So I brought my hand up—

And slapped her, the impact of my hand against her cheek echoing around us.

Yet she closed the space between us anyway, hungrily pressing her lips to mine.

It was an odd sensation.

One I hadn't experienced before.

I don't kiss people.

But her lips made me question why I hadn't before.

They were warm and soft—and everything they shouldn't be for someone I genuinely hate.

I wrapped my hand around her neck as soon as her teeth nipped at my bottom lip—trying to take control of the kiss.

I bit back harder—immediately causing the taste of warm iron to flood my mouth.

I didn't care.

Sevan groaned as she dug me in harder against the door, her hand tightening around my neck and her other reaching for my waist.

Which she gripped so harshly it earned a grunt from me, feeling a warmth strike down my body.

The kiss was brutal and fucking messy.

Like we were still fighting even while sharing something as intimate as a kiss.

I couldn't breathe with her lips pressed to mine.

And I liked it.

I also liked the idea that I was suffocating her back.

"Zinovia," Sevan said, her voice raspy and full of warning as soon as I naturally leaned away from the wall and guided her back where I once was.

"Don't speak," I said, already regretting this before it's begun, "You ruin moment if you speak," I specified, lowering down to my knees.

Suddenly I only had one thing on my mind.

Yet Sevan halted my hands at her belt that I had unbuckled in a matter of seconds.

"You work under me," Sevan said, guiding my hands away from her belt, "We aren't crossing this line," she emphasized, telling me something I had never heard before.

No?

"No one knows," I ran my hand over hers, suddenly feeling challenged.

I like challenges.

Sevan's dark eyes narrowed down at me, "They know everything," she told me, roughly grabbing my chin and tilting my head back.

It made me want to be between her legs even more.

To rob her of the power she thinks she holds.

"They," I emphasized the word, guiding her hands away from her belt, "The executioners," I said, knowing the background behind the group from Nikolai.

"They ensure the decisions I make as the head are reasonable," Sevan explained, guiding my hands away from her belt yet again, "This is not reasonable—I don't do fraternizing."

I tilted my head, staring up at her stoically, "You kiss me," I pointed out.

I feel... rejected?

Never.

"Not again," Sevan said, motioning me up.

I stayed put below her for once.

Mostly because I could see the restraint behind her eyes.

Even below her, I held the upper hand.

"I fuck another woman then," I purposely said, sighing as if I were already bored of her presence.

Even if her rejection made me feel anything but bored.

"Go on," Sevan said as she buckled her belt, watching as I stood to my feet.

I tilted my head at her demand, "Go on?" I murmured, locking my hands behind my back and allowing the gaze of my eyes to touch every inch of her body.

I knew what she meant.

I wanted to hear her say it instead.

Sevan hummed, her dark eyes trailing my face, "Tell me how you would fuck another woman, Zinovia," she said, her words blunt and her tone calm.

My lips twitched up, for once allowing the smallest of smiles to stick.

"I show you instead," I said, backing away from her.

"Zinovia," Sevan said, her voice firm and seeping to every edge of the room.

I continued walking anyway.

"We meet tomorrow for shipment follow-up," I said, exiting the room without so much as another glance her way.

And she let me.

The distant loud music slowly grew louder as I walked down the dimly lit hallway, heading back over to the section where my men stood.

Upon motioning to my jacket and having one of them hand it to me, I turned around to fully analyze the crowd full of people.

Women specifically.

I noticed not one, but three pairs of eyes on me.

A certain pair of dark eyes stuck with me, running down her pale skin that was partially exposed.

Her strawberry blonde hair was down in loose curls and she wore minimal makeup.

Good enough.

I motioned my head at the woman, who tilted her head in response.

Her confusion made me impatient so I leaned over to one of my men to pass on the message, heading outside to slip in the car that I insisted be waiting at the front for me.

I had the partition up almost immediately, blocking off the backseat of the SUV to the front seat where the driver sat.

I also slipped my phone from my jacket that I shrugged off, glancing over to the car door that opened.

The woman carried a candy-like scent aside from the cold air that wafted into the SUV.

"Privet," the woman said, using the Russian word for hello.

I tilted my head, "Very beautiful," I said, eyeing her features as the car rolled forward.

She was like any other woman.

But flattery gets me everywhere.

"Spasibo," she said, using the Russian word for thank you, "Ida," she introduced herself.

I nodded my head once, "Koslov," I introduced myself back, glancing down to her legs, "You know why I want you here da?"

Ida nodded, shyly glancing away from me, "Da," she whispered.

I hummed in approval, slipping one of my hands past her soft thighs.

"Here?" Ida clarified as I firmly guided her legs apart.

"Da," I blatantly said, moving her underwear to the side to touch her where she felt noticeably desperate for me to be.

Which was clear by the sounds I evoked from her.

"Here," I said, handing the woman my phone, "You record and I fuck you senselessly."

Ida blinked a few times as her cheeks grew more flush—clearly taken aback by my demands.

I guided my finger down to her entrance, sliding past the slickness that awaited me.

"Yes or no?" I emphasized, willing to find someone else to do this for me.

Ida suddenly nodded repeatedly, gasping a few times as I began sliding in and out of her.

A smile twitched up on my lips, watching her shaky hands hold my phone and record what I was doing between her legs.

The sounds I evoked from her were endless and loud.

My driver definitely heard, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

All that mattered was the video I managed to get of me fucking a woman so good that she went insane.

It wasn't just the sounds she made.

It was the way her hands trembled and shook with the rest of her body, clinging to the phone to fulfill my demands.

How I sent her up towards her climax so effortlessly and in a matter of less than a minute.

It was all there.

And sent it to the number Sevan previously texted me from.

Now we wait.

"Address?" I said, wiping my hand off with a tissue, "I drop you off."

Ida blinked a few times, awkwardly adjusting her dress, "I uh, my friends wait for me at Kremlin," she rushed out.

I nodded once, rolling down the partition to give my driver the instructions.