~LUCA MORETTI~
"What you do is disgusting, fitting for someone of your nature,"
Dmitri laughs. Fucker doesn't know this will mark his final laughter.
"Oh, come now, Luca. Your father was involved in similar things when he was alive. You, on the other hand, is simply a pussy, which is why you persist in condemning it," he says, reaching for a cigarette on the table.
I scoff, "So, because I've chosen not to partake in shameful things like you, I'm labeled a pussy?"
"How can it be shameful when it yields huge profits? Admit you're not up for it," he retorts.
I sigh, "You hide your actions under the guise of hosting an auction, but in reality, you abduct these women, bring them here, mold them into something they're not, and dub it a club for the dominant and submissive." I shake my head disapprovingly.
"Some women are here willingly, driven by financial needs or the need for unique experiences," Dmitri asserts.
The fucker might be saying slight truth but the grim reality remains that the majority of the women here were forcibly taken from their lives, by men like Dmitri.
"You've got nerve, taking my women, Dmitri. Return them to me, or I'll send you to dust." I warn even though I'm fully aware he cannot provide the girls for me. I simply came here to kill him so I'm just conversing with him for the fun of it.
He scoffs, "Your women? They've long been sold to men in different countries. I have no idea where most of them are. You won't find any of them here."
Anger tightens my jaw, my gaze fixing on the gun placed on the table. "So I can end you right here then."
He laughs, incredulous at the notion of being shot in this setting. "Kill me here? You won't make it out alive, Luca. I have men positioned everywhere, ready to put bullets through your skull."
I smirk. "When have I cared about my actions, Dmitri? I came all the way to Russia for this moment..." I smirk. "I enjoy making enemies, and you know why? Because I'm always capable of eliminating them all."
He stops smiling, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "You're not really going to kill me, are you?"
I maintain a grin, replying, "No, Dmitri, I'm just going to send you off." Without hesitation, I swiftly pull the trigger without lifting the gun from the table, causing him to tumble to the side.
Dmitri's associate freezes as Antonio and I point our guns at him. Too slow. Bullets whiz past my head, prompting me to quickly take cover while Antonio dispatches Dmitri's associate with a precise shot to the head.
"Should I call for backup, boss?" Antonio asks as he joins me in hiding.
I shake my head, "I'll handle this on my own."
Antonio nods, trusting my judgment without arguing. We remain concealed behind the chair as gunfire continues. Assessing the situation, I note the directions of the bullets and cautiously peek, observing the number of men in the room—four. Handling four men is well within my capabilities.
Swiftly drawing my second gun from my back pocket, I aim at one of the men in the corner and fire before he can react, sending him crashing down. The sound of a trigger being pulled behind prompts me to make a quick turn, and I exchange shots with the guy deftly dodging before the bullet reaches me. Two down.
The remaining assailants emerge from their hiding spots simultaneously, firing at me. I deftly maneuver, taking cover behind the table as bullets rattle against it. Annoyed by the noise, I extend my hand from the side of the table, shooting one of them. The other attempts to retreat but doesn't get far before I put a bullet in his forehead.
Antonio steps out from behind the chair, and I hand him one of my guns. "Let's go."
Nodding, Antonio remarks, "You still never miss," a smile playing on his lips as he surveys the bodies.
I shrug, "Not my fault. I'm just skilled."
Exiting the room, my stride falters as I spot a familiar figure just before taking another step.
It's the red-haired girl whom Dmitri had held earlier. She looks somewhat intoxicated. I blink, wondering why she's here. I take a quick scan of the auction room and see that everyone else is still engrossed in their activities—Good, no one as been alarmed yet. I focus on her, and she gazes at me, seemingly studying my face.
"I was looking everywhere for you," she slurs.
Raising a brow, I catch her by the waist as she almost slumps. "You were? Why were you looking for me, red-haired?"
She wraps her hands around my neck for support, smiling. "My name isn't red-haired, though. It's Anastasia."
I grin, "Is that so?"
She attempts to peer into the room but I guide her chin back to face me, preventing her from seeing the aftermath. "You shouldn't go in there, red-haired."
"Why?" she pouts.
"Don't be curious."
She grins, "But I like being curious."
I shake my head, helping her stand. "Alright, let go of me now."
She shakes her head like a child. "No."
"I'll take her away, boss," Antonio offers, reaching for her, but before he can, she throws up on his body. Antonio's eyes widen, and he clenches his fist, trying to keep calm. If I wasn't here, his temper can never take this.
I smile and sigh. "You handle the bodies; I attend to the red-haired one."
"You're taking care of her? Since when do you care?" Antonio raises a brow.
"Shut your mouth and do what I said."
He sighs, "I thought you didn't fancy Russian women."
I roll my eyes. "Can you stop prying into my personal life, Antonio?"
He shrugs, "Your personal life is interesting, can't help it, boss."
"Get to it now, leave me a text when you're done."
"Alright, boss." He walks away, and I refocus on the red-haired woman still clinging to me. "Are you here alone?"
She tightens her hands around my neck and rests her head on my chest. "No," she answers.
"Who are you with?"
"Mila," she responds.
"Who and where is this person?"
She shakes her head against my chest. "She's my best girl, my munchkin. And I don't know... we were drinking, and she went into the restroom?" She says, as if questioning her own answer.
I scan the room before fixing my eyes back on hers, my hands still wrapped around her waist.
As Antonio suggested, I could actually leave her to find her own way, but there's something intriguing about this red-haired woman, and for some reason, I want to find out.
"Are you a dominant too?" She asks me, and I almost laugh at the expression on her face, it's as if she dreads my reply.
I shake my head, "No, I'm not."
"Really?" Her face booms with excitement.
"And you aren't a submissive either, red-haired," I point out.
She giggles, "That definitely isn't a question, but yes, I'm not. We uh... We came here out of curiosity. Yes, out of curiosity." She nods vigorously like a child.
"Curiosity kills the cat, red-haired."
She blinks at me, and just before she can say something, the sound of gunshots rumbles through the room, making everyone run helter-skelter. The red-haired grips me tighter in fear and turns her head around to see the situation. I quickly hoist her up and throw her over my shoulder, take out my gun from my pocket, and start shooting back. I knew there would be more men to deal with, but I got distracted by the red-haired.
As I shoot back, I make my way out of the room and enters into the normal club where everyone has started to run around as well. With the red haired still on my shoulder, I quickly make my way out of the building to where I had parked my car. I bring the red-haired down from my shoulder, and she rests her back against the car, trying hard to stand.
"You'll stay here in my car, red-haired, while I go back inside to take care of those guys," I say to her and move to open the door, but she stops me.
"Please don't leave me here."
"I won't be long, just..." I stop talking when a bullet comes flying over my head. Another comes at us and almost meets the red-haired.
"You're coming with me for now, red-haired," I say in a rasp and open the door before pulling her into the car. If I stay back and fight these men, she could get hurt and I don't want to be responsible for that. I slide into the car as well and start the engine before driving out of the premises while the red-haired keeps rambling as I drive.
Soon, I reach my hotel and bring her out of the car. She's quite stable now, so I guide her into the hotel. I reach the counter, and the receptionist hands me my keypad. I make my way to my room and place her on the bed. She runs her hand through her red hair and turns in the bed, with her eyes closed and I sigh before taking off my jacket.
Why the fuck did I bring her here? I could have just left her back at the club and not care less. I shake my head and place my jacket on the chair before unbuttoning my shirt. After undressing, I walk over to the bathroom to wash up. I step into the bathtub and reach for my soap, but just before I can take it, I stop and turn around, to find the red-haired standing close to me.
She extends her hand towards me, but I intercept, holding her hand and a smile graces her lips.
"Were you frightened?" She raises an eyebrow, studying me.
"You're in a bathtub with a naked man you know nothing about; you should be the one frightened, red-haired."
"How did you know I entered the bathroom?" she giggles.
"I just know," I respond flatly. I had already detected her approach to the bathroom even before I entered, I simply allowed her to enter the bathtub before turning my attention to her.
Her gaze travels across my body. "I'd like to take a bath too."
"You're invading my privacy, red-haired."
Her eyes linger on my dick, and she blushes before averting her gaze.
"Why so shy now?" I lift her chin, making her face me and I grin. "You entered here fully aware that I'm naked, why the shyness now?"
She gulps, "I... I..."
I reach for her waist, drawing her closer, eliciting a gasp from her. She gazes into my eyes, and I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful hazel eyes.
"You're drunk, red-haired. You wouldn't want to regret anything in the morning, so it's best you turn around and leave this bathroom now."
She blinks at me but remains in place. Instead, her hand slowly encircles my waist, pressing her body against mine. I inhale sharply as her body brushes against my dick.
Fuck.
XOXO