Page 15 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

MAXIM

If this woman touches me one more fucking time, I’m going to have to break my own rule and kill her. I won’t feel good about it after because she has no idea what she’s doing and is following orders. But there’s something to be said for reading the room.

Aamon looks thrilled at the women’s behavior. The slimy bastard.

“You need to back off,” I growl at the blonde whose hand is hovering over my knee.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” she purrs, trying to sound seductive.

She just sounds whiney. Her voice grates on my nerves. I’m annoyed that I have to endure this bullshit.

I also know that men like Aamon like it when they think they’re winning at something. He obviously believes he’s tricked us in some way.

Little does he know.

I notice Baker stiffen, but I’m not sure if it’s because of the redhead next to him or something else. My eyes scan the area, but I don’t see anything going on from where I’m sitting.

“Aamon,” Kirill’s voice is filled with warning, “you need to call your whores off.”

The blonde gasps and pulls away from me slightly. Thankfully.

Just as I’m about to chime in and agree with my brother, our woman’s voice has my head turning her direction. “Well, well, well.” She deliberately walks toward me, her eyes flashing while Huck stands behind her with his arms crossed across his chest. “It looks like the party has started,” she coos.

When she leans down, the kiss she lays on me is full of possession. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but everything this woman does sets my blood on fire. It’s part of her charm.

With a curled lip, she looks toward the woman sitting next to me. “Scram,” she commands.

And it fucking works. The moment the blonde moves away, it feels like I can breathe a little easier. It helps that her cloud of perfume is moving with her. Talk about making my stomach churn.

Oaklynn pulls back from me and goes toward Baker, ignoring the woman who is still trying to climb on Kirill. The kiss our wife lays on Baker is just as intense as the one I got. Now that I don’t have a human octopus next to me, I can find the hilarity in the situation.

“You need to move on for the night, honey,” the woman next to Kirill speaks up as the redhead next to Baker takes one look at the kiss going on and removes herself from the situation. “It’s our turn tonight.”

Oaklynn turns slowly before a sinister smile curls her lips. “Oh,” our woman feigns surprise and innocence, “you think you get a chance to have anything happen with my men?”

The woman scoffs, “Just because you warm a bed sometimes doesn’t make them yours.” She looks at Aamon whose eyes are locked on our wife. It’s the wrong move which he’ll learn soon enough.

“I should have brought popcorn,” I murmur under my breath.

Oaklynn winks at me before focusing back on the woman perched next to Kirill. I’m fairly sure she still has her hands only because she isn’t touching him.

“That’s not what makes them mine,” Oaklynn’s voice is sweetness personified. “My rings do though.”

Oaklynn holds up her wedding and engagement rings while fluttering her fingers. The light catches the stones beautifully.

The brunette glances at Aamon, again, looking for some sort of signal. But she’s barking up the wrong tree.

In the face of not knowing what else to do, she makes the worst decision she could make. She decides to double down.

The brunette wraps an arm around Kirill’s shoulders and leans into him. The movement presses her barely covered tits against his arm. Her focus is on Oaklynn which means she misses the look of pure fucking death the man she’s hanging off of is giving her.

“Beat it,” Kirill seethes.

When the woman doesn’t move fast enough, Oaklynn’s hand shoots out. She grips the woman’s hair hard and physically drags her away from Kirill. When in front of Aamon, she drops the whore in a heap unceremoniously.

“What the fuck are you doing, bitch?” Aamon seethes the question.

He should be looking at the brunette at his feet, but he’s not. He’s glaring at Oaklynn.

“Did you just call me by something other than my name, little man?” Oaklynn steps closer to Aamon, purposefully stepping on the brunette’s hand while she does.

“You need to know your place,” Aamon quips and puffs up his chest as if he has any fucking power in this situation. He doesn’t know how much danger he’s in right now.

“My place?” Oaklynn doubles over in laughter.

Aamon turns toward Kirill and snarls, “What’s wrong with your bitch?”

Kirill doesn’t hesitate to pull his gun and point it right at Aamon’s head who freezes.

Oaklynn makes a tsking sound as she presses her knife against his throat.

Our woman doesn’t pay any attention to the sniveling woman at her feet while Aamon’s eyes practically cross.

He’s trying to keep one eye on Kirill and one on Oaklynn at the same time.

I have to cover my mouth to hide my chuckle. I fucking love our woman. She’s sexy as fuck when she goes full on Magura on those who underestimate her. She’s a goddess and I’ll be worshiping her later.

My cock throbs as Oaklynn smiles wide. The danger in her eyes is so often overlooked, but then she exposes her full glory and people learn quickly. It’s amazing to watch.

“I’m Mrs. Volkov to you,” Oaklynn enunciates every word, making sure he hears and understands her. “You will never disrespect me again by referring to me as anything other than Mrs. Volkov. You will also not disrespect me or my husbands by offering them women.”

“Men like Mr. Volkov and his associates,” Aamon tries to sound tough, “are used to beautiful women wanting them. That’s all that happened tonight.”

“Just because I’m beautiful, don’t assume I’m stupid,” Oaklynn grins as her words land. “Or weak.”

A whimper comes from the woman whose hand is still pinned to the floor by Oaklynn’s sexy as fuck heels. Oaklynn lifts up her foot and the brunette scurries away as quickly as she can. The pain written all over her face shouldn’t be amusing, but it really is.

“You’re a woman,” Aamon tries to excuse himself, “you should leave the big conversations and decisions to the men.”

“Ohh,” she holds the word out like he’s just given her some kind of epiphany.

She slides her knife along his neck without cutting him as she moves past him and plops herself on Kirill’s lap. My brother doesn’t flinch, nor does he lower his gun.

Baker is taking in our surroundings. I’m sure he’s looking for security coming our way to do anything, but no one has even tried. Either his employees know not to fuck with us, especially Kirill, or this area of the club isn’t covered like it should be.

If he’s basically selling women, I’m sure it’s not covered. Which is just dangerous all around. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am a little bit.

Oaklynn waves her knife back and forth, “Go ahead, menfolk. Discuss and do your manly things.”

Aamon glares at her, clearly forgetting just how much danger he’s in. Baker, who is closer to Aamon, presses the muzzle of his gun against his temple.

“Consider this your warning. Do not disrespect our woman,” Baker warns.

Aamon rasps, “Got it.”

Baker grunts and puts his gun away. His eyes go back to scanning the room, but it’s clear his focus is on Aamon and the threat he poses to our woman.

“It’s bad form to throw women at men, married or not,” Oaklynn leans forward, her eyes intently focused on Aamon. “Unless,” she muses, “you hope those men will make some bad decisions with your little presents and then you have something you can use to blackmail them.”

Aamon pales slightly as he snaps his mouth shut and swallows whatever derogatory bullshit he was about to spew. What a fucking dirtbag.

“You’re in luck, Aamon,” Kirill’s voice is hard.

“Why am I in luck?” He sounds resigned and pissed at the same time.

He should have known this night was shit from the moment we walked into Pulse. But his overinflated ego got in his way. It’s not even surprising.

“Because you’re going to walk away tonight with a payout and your life.” Aamon blinks in surprise at Kirill’s words. “I’ll be leaving with my gorgeous wife and your club in my name.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Aamon sounds shocked.

“You heard me,” Kirill doesn’t give an inch and sure as fuck doesn’t repeat himself.

“Pulse isn’t for sale,” Aamon states like it fucking matters.

It doesn’t. And he’s about to learn that lesson.

“You’re making a mistake, Mr. Volkov,” he tries to reason with Kirill. It won’t help matters at all.

“I don’t believe I am, Aamon.” Kirill leans forward while keeping Oaklynn close and secure on his lap. “I think you’re going to learn that you have no power in this city. Any you think you have is a mirage. I’m in the market for a club. You have a club. I’m buying your club.”

Oaklynn giggles, amusement dancing on her face. The moment she does, Aamon’s face goes red.

He snarls at Oaklynn, “You stupid cunt. You think you’re protected? You’re not.” His eyes flash with anger. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with. I work with Mikhail Morozov, and he won’t like business being interrupted.”

Oaklynn’s giggles become a full-on belly laugh. It takes about three seconds but then Aamon freezes as a myriad of emotions play across his face. It’s obvious the moment he realizes what he just said because his mouth opens and closes a few times.

“Yeah,” Oaklynn teases him, “you just said all of that. It was pretty stupid, and it changes nothing.”

“Fuck, Zolotse ,” I growl, “I love your sassy mouth.”

She turns to me and winks. “I know you do.”

“The only thing your mouth is good for is swallowing dick,” Aamon snarls.

Kirill moves like lightning. Suddenly Oaklynn is in my lap and Kirill is standing in front of Aamon with his gun pressed right between his eyes.

“I knew you were stupid, but your lack of self-preservation is a little surprising,” Kirill growls.

“The only reason you’re not dead already is because you need to sign on the dotted line.

My lawyer will be coming in half an hour to make sure everything is straight.

But don’t worry, I’ll be giving you a fair market price. ”

“You can’t just come in here and demand for me to sell my club to you,” Aamon insists.

“Why can’t I?” Kirill challenges him.

From the way Aamon’s mouth opens and closes like he’s a dying fish. He’s clearly having an issue with figuring out exactly what to say. If he hasn’t figured out that he’s in our crosshairs, he will soon.

My hand grips the inside of our woman’s thigh and gives a squeeze. She melts back against me, and my hands tighten on her body. She’s been teasing me all night and my cock is throbbing while I think about what is going to happen when we get home.

“I can’t wait to sink into your tight little cunt,” I murmur the words against the shell of her ear.

She shivers and goosebumps pop up all over her exposed skin. I love the way she responds to me and my touch. It’s fucking glorious.

“Because Pulse isn’t for sale,” Aamon tries to argue.

“You’re under the impression that I give a fuck. I’ll be buying it and that’s just how it is.”

The smile on Kirill’s face is sinister and full of dark promises. Aamon is looking up at him in fear before he starts to nod.

I stand up with Oaklynn in my arms and slide her down my body slowly until she’s standing. The way it feels to feel all of her curves against my hard edges is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get her home.

“I’ll have my lawyer come down and see you.

He’ll be escorted by some of my guys just to make sure you don’t pull some bullshit.

If you try and disappear, I’ll track you down like a dog and put you down.

” Kirill presses the barrel against his forehead harder and leans toward him.

“Don’t fucking try me, Aamon. You won’t like the outcome and you sure as fuck won’t be saved by Mikhail. ”

Aamon curls his lip, but he doesn’t argue. Either he knows this is a battle he won’t win, or he really thinks Mikhail will have his back and will make this right.

Too bad we know Mikhail is a piece of shit who wouldn’t cross the street to help his own mother let alone Aamon. He sure as fuck won’t step in to prevent this sale from going through.

Kirill stands over Aamon as the rest of us start to move toward the entrance to the VIP area so we can go home.

Home.

My body yearns to wrap around our wife. She centers me and gives me a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.

“And Aamon,” Kirill drawls, “don’t forget to run to Mikhail and whine to him about all your problems like a little bitch.”

Before he gets the chance to respond, we’re already gone. It doesn’t take very long for us to finally step out into the night air. I can breathe a little easier now. By the time I wake up in the morning we’ll own Pulse.

“You could have at least winged him,” I point out to Kirill, more than a little disappointed about the lack of bloodshed.

“No need for blood,” Oaklynn’s voice is breezy as she pats my chest. “For a man like him, this will be worse.”

I know she’s right, but Aamon got away with saying way too much to our woman. His time will come eventually. I’ll make sure of it.