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She was barely older than my daughter, Olya. That should have been enough to put me off her. But she was nothing like my little girl. Olya, for all I adored her, had been sheltered for most of her life—a choice I’d made to keep her out of this world, keep her from getting consumed by it. But Mina? I could tell she’d seen a whole lot, endured a whole lot. She might not have been willing to come out and tell us what yet, but I was determined to get to the bottom of it.
She had a defiance to her, and that wasn’t something I was used to dealing with when it came to the people I met in this line of work. The power I commanded, the respect I had in this city, nobody talked to me the way she had, and there was something kind of hot about it.
Shit, I hoped this gym session would be enough to get all of that out of my system. I needed to focus on what I could do to help her, not … not everything else that was running through my damn head right now.
The gym, an exclusive membership-only place that allowed for only the wealthiest and most established in the city, was quiet this early in the morning, just the way I liked it. I nodded to the receptionist and headed through to the weights room, putting in my headphones and beginning my warm-up.
This was where I came to clear my head, where I came to work out the tension and energy that got the better of me when I was working at The Flood, trying to manage the Antonov family name. Back when I was younger, I’d have been more likely to drink my problems away, but my body couldn’t handle that in the same way it used to. I was better off working out to keep on top of everything that was going on in my head, and I wasn’t going to let myself get distracted by Mina right now.
The way she had looked at me in that kitchen, as though she expected me to grab her and fuck her right on the spot … it had put ideas in my head, ideas I couldn’t get rid of. I had been so busy with work lately that I hadn’t had time to find a lady friend to take out my frustrations with, and I was pent-up, full of need and want.
Though I got the feeling that I could have been having a damn orgy every night and it still wouldn’t have been enough to get me to stop thinking about her.
I focused on my legs, lifting as heavy as I could, and soon, beads of sweat were running down my brow and dripping down to my neck. I was breathing hard, my muscles aching, but still, it wasn’t enough—it wasn’t enough to shut off that line of thought I knew I needed to get a handle on.
I made it through the rest of the workout and then headed to the showers, stripping down and pulling the door shut behind me. Tipping my head back, I let the hot water course over my face, trying to let it ground me in this moment instead of where my thoughts were teasing me right now.
But, as I stood there beneath the water, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. The water traced a line down my stomach and the crease of my hips, over my cock, and I could almost imagine her fingers marking out the same path, wrapping around me, touching me …
My cock began to swell at the thought of it, and I reached down to take myself into my hand. Fine. If this was how I needed to work out that tension, so be it.
I leaned back against the door of the shower and began to stroke myself as I thought about her, imagined her in there with me, behind me, arms around me, mouth on the back of my neck as she took me into her hand and massaged my cock in long, slow strokes. I could almost feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, the feel of her soft, small body arched into mine …
A moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t give a damn. I was the only one in here right now, and if I needed to work out some tension, I was going to do just that.
Her voice played in my mind, but not the accusations and anger that she had thrown at me before. No, this time, I could hear her breathing my name, whispering it in my ear, like the very thought of it was turning her on. I squeezed my hand a little tighter around my cock, wishing it was her small, delicate fingers wrapped around me instead, almost able to feel the softness of her palm as she worked my erection, taking me closer and closer to the edge until …
"Fuck," I groaned as I came hard, my cock throbbing in my hand. The rush of the shower washed away the evidence of my orgasm just as quickly as it had happened, and I stayed there, leaning against the door, catching my breath.
And coming to terms with just how bad I was for this girl, if I was able to come to the thought of her like this.
Chapter Nine – Damyan
"Boss?"
The door to the office flew open, and I found Trevor, one of our security team, panting in the doorway. I rose to my feet at once.
"What is it?" I asked. I knew Trevor didn’t come here unless there was a damn good reason; he knew better than to disturb me when he knew I was busy with work.
"It’s that Tony guy," he explained. "He’s been drinking all night, and he’s squaring up to one of the guys on the door, trying to get them to let in a few of his men. Thought you might want to know about it."
"Thanks, Trevor," I told him grimly. "I can handle it from here."
He backed out of the office, and I took a moment to gather myself before I went out there to handle Tony. This was the problem with using this place as a meeting point for the Mafia bosses in New Ruska; they started to think they had some kind of dominion over the place and acted as though they owned it when they should have known this was well and truly ours.
And I had been hoping for a quiet night this evening. I had come down from the penthouse to clear my head a little—being so close to Mina was making it hard for me to think straight, especially because she wouldn’t tell us any more about what had happened to get her into this mess in the first place. Knowing there was a sexy-ass woman just a couple of rooms away, I couldn’t focus on anything, and I had hoped that coming down to the club would help me clear my head a little.
And, shit, maybe getting into a little trouble was just what I needed, even though I knew Maxim would disagree with me. He had been doing his best to try and keep me out of trouble all this time, given my younger years had been studded through with a lot more problems than I would care to admit to. I would never back down from a fight, even when I probably should have, though these days, I usually left it to the security team to handle.
Tony, though? Tony would need to deal with me directly. Trevor had been right to come to me with this. A Mafia boss wouldn’t listen to a lowly security employee, and I would need to handle him myself.
I stepped out into the club, which was full of people. I scanned the crowd, but it didn’t take me long to find the location of the problem. Tony was over by the VIP section, hanging out next to the velvet rope, stabbing his finger in the air and yelling in the face of one of the other guards, Nathan.
"What’s going on here?" I demanded as I stepped between them. Tony, his eyes bleary, rounded on me.
"This fucker won’t let my men into the club," he told me.
"And why’s that?" I asked Nathan. He knew we had strict rules about who could and couldn’t attend this place and, most importantly, what arms they could bring in with them. We had always wanted The Flood to be a safe space, at least as much as a club could be—no trouble here that didn’t strictly need to happen.
