5. Chapter 5

five

Leonid

A moment ago

" L et me suck your cock, Big Boy,” a girl purrs as she slinks up to me. Her plump lips part in a seductive smile, her tongue darting out to lightly wet them.

Her big boobs are barely contained by the skimpy pink lace bra she’s wearing. Fluffy white bunny ears sit atop her head, and a glittery pink mask obscures her face. A delicate chain connects her nipple rings, swaying with her every movement.

“ Nyet ,” I growl, pushing past the girl roughly. “I don’t want your mouth anywhere near my dick.”

I’ve been in this fucking club for all of five minutes, and already the propositions are rolling in left and right. Guess that’s what happens when you’re built like a goddamn tank. At 6’5” with a broad, muscular frame, I tower over most of the other fuckers in the club.

I’m not here to mess around with these wannabe hedonists. I’m here to find out who the hell had the balls to open up a damn sex dungeon on my territory without my say-so.

Blyat ! We are the fucking Ravens, masks shaped like a raven’s beak shielding our faces when we wage war under the Kuznetsov Bratva banner. No one dares to cross us.

She pouts, but I’m already moving on, scanning the room with a critical eye. The Viper’s Nest is a den of sin and debauchery, no doubt about that.

Everywhere I look, people are fucking, drinking, snorting whatever drug they can get their hands on. The air reeks of sweat and sex.

There’s one thing that sets this place apart from every other seedy club I’ve been to.

The masks.

They’re top-notch, with all kinds of kinky shit, like feathers and jewels. You can’t take that shit off. It’s a goddamn rule, and those musclebound gorillas at each exit make sure you don’t break it.

Smart fuck.

No one’s spotting who’s who with these masks on. That guy over there? Could damn well be the chief of police.

“Whiskey, neat,” I bark at the bartender; she’s dressed as some sort of seductive sex slave. She wears nothing but sultry leather panties that cling to her every curve. With a smooth and sinuous grace, she pours a generous amount of whiskey into a glass.

“Here you go,” she says, leaning forward. Her cleavage spills out, tempting me with its sinful promise.

I pull a freshly ironed hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and slide it across the polished surface of the bar.

“Thanks.” Her lips glisten with a seductive lick. Her long fingers reach out to grasp the bill, pulling it toward her and tucking it down into the deep crevice of her cleavage.

I down my whiskey in one gulp, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat. Frustration simmers in my veins, hot and thick.

How the fuck did someone manage to set up this kind of operation right under my nose? And more importantly, who’s the bastard behind it all?

“This fucking mask is pissing me off,” Maksim grumbles beside me, his sleek black mask covering his face but unable to hide his piercing blue eyes.

“You look good in anything, Maksim,” I tease.

“ Jebat’ eto der’mo ,” he mutters, adjusting his mask with a large hand that is inked with tattoos weaving up his wrist and onto his palm.

I smirk, taking in his impeccable suit and polished dress shoes. Maksim’s always been a stickler for looking sharp, even when we’re knee-deep in the filthiest parts of the city. But beneath that fancy exterior lies a ruthless killer, his skin inked with the story of his bloody past.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” I drawl, signaling the bartender for another round. “We’ve got work to do.”

Maksim grunts, scanning the room intently. “Any leads on who’s running this place?”

“No, no signs of any other gang… yet,” I reply with a sneer.

“I’ve got people on it. If they’re here, we’ll sniff them out,” Maksim asserts, grabbing a whiskey from the bar and knocking it back in one gulp.

A blur of tits and ass catches my eye by the dance floor. A pack of half-naked bitches are going at it like animals in heat, grinding and groping each other without shame.

One blonde piece with a rack to die for detaches from the group, strutting toward us with her hips doing all the talking. Her tits are barely contained by some flimsy silver shit excuse for a top, bouncing with every step. The glittery mask on her face doesn’t hide the fact that she’s eye-fucking us hard.

“Why don’t you come play with us, handsome?” she purrs in my face, her finger trailing down my chest like she owns it. “Got a real nice private setup in the back, just begging for a man like you.”

Her friend slithers up to Maksim and straight-up grabs his junk, bold as brass. “Mmm yeah, been needing a couple of big strong studs to really take care of us, if you know what I mean.”

Blondie’s other little skank pal takes Maksim’s hand and plants it right on her practically bare tit. “Don’t keep us waiting too long, handsome. Might start the party without you.”

I lock eyes with Maksim and we both know these hoes are barking up the wrong tree. We ain’t got time to waste on their desperate cock-hungry bullshit.

“Fuck off,” I growl, shoving past Blondie and her silicone tits. “Go peddle your skank pussy somewhere else. We’re busy.”

The bitches whine and pout, but I’m already done with them, cutting through the mass of zonked-out, horny motherfuckers on the dance floor. Every direction I look, it’s just a sea of sweaty skin, wandering hands, and lustful depravity.

It’s a goddamn circus of vice, and it’s pissing me off. I didn’t claw my way to the top of the Russian mob just to play nice with the dregs of society in their little underground fuck palace.

No, there’s more to this shithole than meets the eye. And I ain’t leaving till I get some real fucking answers, even if I have to choke them out of every coked-up deviant in this place.

Someone’s pulling the strings in this cum-stained puppet show. And when I find them, there’ll be hell to pay.

Maksim and I are making our way through the pulsing crowd when I spot a couple of suspicious motherfuckers out of the corner of my eye. One of them is standing by the entrance, eyes darting around like he’s casing the joint.

Then this other fucker comes in wearing a different mask than others. The strobing lights glint off something metallic at his waist. Looks a hell of a lot like a gun.

That ain’t right. These pricks running the club are so tight on security, they wouldn’t even let a bitch bring in a hairpin. Something’s up.

I nudge Maksim and nod toward the newcomer. He clocks the piece, too, and his jaw tightens.

We follow the armed prick at a distance, watching as he heads down a hallway guarded by two meathead bouncers. They give each other a nod, like this guy is expected.

What the fuck is going on here?

Before I can signal Maksim to move in, this chick in a slinky red dress comes sashaying down the hall like she owns the place. And holy fuck, the way she looks in that barely-there scrap of fabric has my cock standing at attention.

The neckline plunges practically to her navel, her tits pushed up and spilling out. I can see every mouthwatering curve of her body as she walks, her hips swaying hypnotically.

The back of the dress is nonexistent, just a deep V disappearing into the perfect peach of her ass. Suka ! I’d like to sink my teeth into that ripe flesh, leave my mark all over her flawless skin.

But there’s something about her… something familiar. Even with that mask obscuring the top half of her face, I’d swear I’ve seen this woman before.

I rack my brain trying to place her, but I keep getting distracted by that goddamn dress molded to her body like a second skin. Whoever this bitch is, she’s throwing me off my game.

The armed asshole disappears into a room, and Little Miss Cock Tease follows right after, the door slamming shut behind them.

I’m about to bust in there and get some fucking answers when Maksim grabs my arm.

“Patience, boss,” he warns under his breath. “We don’t know what we’re walking into. Could be a fucking trap.”

I clench my fists, every instinct screaming at me to burst through that door and take control of the situation. But Maksim’s right. Storming in half-cocked is a good way to wind up dead.

“Fine,” I growl, shaking off his grip. “But I want eyes on that room. I want to know exactly who Little Red Riding Cock is meeting with and what the fuck they’re up to.”