Page 57 of Sins and Virtue

Ugh, Dya, why would you do such a thing?

Like I said before, I like her. I want her. I’m going to have her. Simple as that.

We went over this already. It cannot happen. We cannot happen.

I never agreed to anything. You’re in denial. I still want my kotyonok.

You're what? First of all, I gave her the name kotyonok, so I own that. Secondly, if she were to be ours, she would have to know the extent of our problems. That includes you, buddy. Even then she would have to accept the life we live.

So you agree you want her in our life.

How the hell did you get that out of everything I said?

Well, I blacked out for the most part, so I drew my own conclusions.

Motherfucker.

Hey, don’t talk about my mother like that.

We don’t know our mother, you senile eedot.

Still, you don’t need to be offensive. What if she were an angel? Our poor mother had to deal with you. Can you imagine that? No wonder we ended up in the orphanage, you—

“Shut up!”I snapped, irritated by his stupidity, as a pair of nonnas wearing those classic pastel granny knee-length dresses looked up from their big chunky glasses and threw me a weary look. Whispering something about me being on drugs as they went back inside their small villas.

Damn, you’re making us look crazy. You should really stop talking to yourself.

The amount of disdain that revved my system was inexplicable. Technically you could call it self-hate— tomato, tomahto— but the fucker really made me want to kill myself at times.

Well, more like slam myself against a wall.

Shutting him out, placing him in his corner, and allowing myself to have space to breathe in my own being, I treaded stealthily down the street and around the corner, where one lamppost lit the dark streets.

Soon enough the wordsLe Noirecame into my vision.It was illuminated in neon purple as it was plastered on the top of thebuilding. Along with words like girls, peep show, and naughty or nice glowing in pink, orange, and red, signs were displayed on the windows and were blacked out to prevent any scandals. The long line grew as people waited impatiently.

While I was on the line, many beautiful women approached me, asking for my number, feeling me up, and catcalling me with all names of sorts. Any attempt to distract myself with other women, flashes of Blair’s smile, or her hazel eyes burned in the back of my mind, and I found myself revolted by the interaction. Dya got further pissed with me as I cut the conversation short and dismissed them.

When I got to the bouncer — a built twenty-something-year-old 6’2” boy— well, he was a bearded man, but I felt odd as shit, so any little dipshit younger was a child.

“What do you want,vecchio?” he asked with a bothered attitude.

That’s why a novice like him would never get anywhere in life. Preferring to avoid an argument or even an exchange of words, I took the piece of paper out of my pocket and handed it over to him.

With narrow eyes, he took and unfolded the paper, reading the message. His gaze turned frantic as he immediately stepped aside and let me through. “Please, Mr. Volkov, go to the VIP section. You’ll be attended to soon.” He politely added, handing the paper back.

There you go, zasranets.

A grunt fled my lips as I placed a hand on his shoulder, giving a parting message. “Piece of advice. If you want to last around here, don’t ever disrespect anyone because you might not know the power they can hold over you.”

He frantically nodded. "Sì,signore.” Yes, sir.

Good.

Striding and entering the club, immediately the scent of sex, lust, and booze permeated the air. The lights were dimmed, and the room burned in a red shade—making it intimate and more of a private show. The disco changed over and over, and it seemed more chaotic here than outside, as the dance floor was packed with people grinding on one another. Passing the bar filled with patrons, the bartender winked at the woman, and she sent him an air kiss. My eyes lingered on the separate corner of the room where there were doms and subs in the middle of play or demonstration. One man in particular flogged a woman with her ass high up in the air in front of a crowd.

Fuck, I didn’t know it was a sex club.

Right? I would have brought koytonok then.