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“No,you’reamazing.”
They laughed, and Amy showed her around. When Zia was able to navigate her way in and around the area, she began to feel more in control.
Besides, what was an assistant manager without a bit of confidence?
Zia stopped by one of the bars at the side of the room, and Amy pulled out a list. It had lots of details; blueprints of VIP rooms, personnel, and more information Zia felt the need to grasp and retain quickly.
They had their legs crossed and heads slightly bent as they were going over blueprints of the secret safe room when a group of men stepped in and the music stopped.
All heads went up, including theirs, and Zia searched for the source of the sudden interruption.
It wasn’t hard to miss. Or rather,hewasn’t hard to miss.
He stood tall above the crowd, like the rest of the men surrounding him, all in classic black suits and a few of them wearing dark shades.
The lights chose that exact moment to flood on him, putting him in the spotlight.
He, the man with the dark hair and intriguing chiseled jawline, made a gesture with his hand, and the rehearsal on the stage resumed as well as the music.
The group of men walked past, withhimin the middle of their formation, and Zia wasn’t even aware that she’d been holding her breath until they were out of sight.
She turned to an expectant Amy.
“Who was that?”
The blonde picked a piece of lint off her blouse, with eyes sparkling. “Oh, he’s caught your eyes too, has he? That’s Lev Nikolai. His family owns the club, and it’s rumored that they have several other chains of businesses all over the city. They’re fucking rich, that’s what they are. And he’s so handsome, right?Almost every one of our female colleagues has this huge crush on him. If you’re lucky enough to get his attention, he’s bound to spend some of those green bills on you.”
She was blushing so hard that crimson stained her cheek. Zia didn’t need any further confirmation; Amy had a huge crush on the man, too.
Yes, he was undoubtedly handsome. But, after her awful experience with Wilder, Zia quickly learned to look beyond the appealing charm and outward appearance.
Men like Lev Nikolai, with powerful families, had a ninety percent chance of being dangerous. And it was best always to avoid them. Blame her perception on the movies she watched.
Shaking her head, she took Amy by the hand and led her away from the bar and further into the room.
“Handsome or not, we’ve got a job to do. Come on, let’s go. The party’s almost started.”
Chapter 2 - Lev
Lev grabbed the bottle off the glass table before sitting cross-legged on one of the plush sofas in the private rooms. Konstantin occupied the sofa by his right while the rest of the men stood guard outside.
Keeping the others outside had been a deliberate action. Out of the army of strong, loyal men he had at his command in every part of the city, the only one he could trust with his life was the big guy with the buzz cut, snake eyes, and viper tattoo running down the length of his neck. No other outsider made it to his trust list.
A few strippers had already set to work, dancing at the center of the room, enticing them with slow strokes and rubs on their bodies. But his right-hand man looked bored as hell and watched them with a straight face. Lev, on the other hand, plastered on a smirk and played with the bottle cover the second he uncapped it. Many thoughts ran through his mind, some which were graver than others, but as the redhead dancer tiptoed her way to him and winded her slender hips in his face, who was he to reject a few minutes of fun?
He gripped her soft thigh and squeezed tight, fixing the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouthful of the content. His brows dipped between his forehead. Whatever they’d been served was definitely not vodka. The shit burned a hundred degrees hotter and tasted like actual flames. It took every ounce of self-control not to sputter and cough out the bloody thing like an old man would.
“Boss.”
Konstantin’s bass tone reeled his face away from the redhead’s skimpy thong, which looked like it could get wet anymoment soon if he still kept his gaze between her thighs. That one call said everything: a firm reminder of the reason they’d entered the private room in the first place.
Lev fixed his fingers through his hair and relaxed on the sofa, a smug smirk sitting on his lips when the redhead followed him like a magnet, straddling him on the sofa. She was so fucking desperate, it amused him.
“Boss.”
He angled his head and raised his brow at the hint of annoyance in Konstantin’s tone. “Try and live a little, Kostya.”
“We can do that and die a second later,” he spread his arms, eagle style, over the rim of the sofa, and the corner of his lips crooked upwards. He seemed relaxed now, but Lev knew him like he knew his own name. Konstantin was on the very edge; he carried the issue like he had the responsibility to handle every fucking Bratva mess.
