2. Dima.

**This is a setup.**

Stepping into Benson’s club, I had one thing in mind and that’s to fuck his daughter as a way to placate the anger I feel for his inability to meet up with our initial arrangement.

The arrangement, being the only thing I had in mind and flew all the way from Russia to this fucking States, wasn’t met and I literally requested for his daughter’s  pussy.

I mean,  that’s  what usually  calms hot blooded men like me and sure enough he knows how the whole thing works. He’s a politician and a drug lord, therefore he downright knows how we all work to sate our desire, especially  when a pact we've been looking forward to conclude is on the fallout.

I should have been on my way to Prague to meet with Durov as per the meeting we initially finalized on having but the moment that fucking Benson sprinkled that the government wasn’t  able to gather about a hundred pieces of Cannabis that I requested for, I had to withdraw from supplying them the weapons.

In fact, I’m thinking of giving the insurgents a full supply. The U.S government  and their squabbles with terrorists aiming to stake a claim of New Mexico has nothing to do with me.

But, Benson pled for more time and to side with them rather than the fucking insurgents. Sure enough, my patience is running thin because  the Cannabis would have been used to bargain something  with Durov in Prague but now it’s not of essence flying to Prague without having the essence of our meeting which is why I reclined, weakened by the outcome.

Hence, to ease the stress etched in my nerves,  I requested for his precious daughter, Mae, whose damn, radiating picture décor the walls of his living room.

I’m quite surprised that Benson agrees to that offer, although, I knew it was difficult   for him to agree to such a request. Knowing who I am, Benson wouldn’t  have agreed to give me to a piece of his daughter’s waxed pussy.

The moment he sprinkled that ‘yes'  which I wanted to hear from his lips, I gave him a haughty laugh because he couldn’t  have allow a damn criminal like me to stick his rod into his child’s pussy on a normal circumstances  but the situation at hand makes him all too desperate, that much I can tell.

So, here I am, stepping into Benson’s club where he told me his precious daughter, Mae, would be.

The moment I plant my feet into the vociferous club I scan my eyes around. Out of the corner of my eyes, I spot my two Byki doing the same.

Scanning a place has become their norm as well as mine. Being a criminal as they tag me, requires that I should be very security  conscious.

Although, I doubt the possibilities of something  going south here in the states because  I arrived on a low key as per Benson’s requirements.

Despite working with the Fed, they can’t  seem to whittle their spite against me. Benson had warned about the FBI being ready to stick their metal hand cuffs against my wrist, saying I’m no different  from the insurgents launching attacks against  them.

Fucking hell.

To think the damn government is two faced. Desiring to work with a criminal yet they want to shackle the damn criminal behind bars while portraying  themselves  as innocent. Fuck them. And fuck Benson. I hate two faced people.

I hightail into the club, watching people gyrating, drinking while some are getting handsy. That’s just what I love about clubbing.

People seems to forget the morals they  have been brewed with or the morals the society demands. Rather, they become that version of themselves they can’t be outside the four corners of this dimly lit club room.

I hear Leonid muttering into his tiny earbuds and I already know he's letting my men know that the coasts is clear. I glimpse at Akim who wear a tight smile on his face as his eyes wander around the gyrating bodies around the room.

Sure enough, the sight is enough to make a man’s cock come alive, wanting a pussy where the hardened  cock can be dipped into. Hell, I’m one of those men and I can guess that Akim's cock is already threatening to tear from his britches.

I chuckle under my breath as I mentally list the kind of things that might be sprinkling through his mind at the sight of these. The urge to fuck is already engrave on their faces but I’m not going to give them that freedom to take a pussy here in this club.

I promised Benson we'd lie low as far I have his daughter's cunt for myself and I intend to wholly keep to my words. I’m a man of my words. So, I dare not allow my Byki to make do with these women sending stares and sensual smiles our way. If I do, I’m sure the news about how they ravaged a  pussy here will disperse like wild fire.

I don't go gentle with woman. I’m always blunt, fierce and my thrusts are wild, savage like an untamed animal I regard myself  as, and the same applies to my Byki. They take woman harshly and savagely which in its wake are news about how they tear pussies apart. Well, it’s  not rape. Far from it.

It might surprise  you that those dick-whipped women always come back for more. I can confirm my words statistically but resorting to that isn’t  what I so much as intend to do.

I’ve learnt that fifty percent of women loves being taken in such a savage manner. Sadists, I tag them.

Of course, I didn’t  just become untamed as I am today. Someone brewed me, nurtured me to become what I am today. A sadist.

It's the same women that made me what I fucking am right from the age of fourteen. So, who am I to derail from the ways I was nurtured in?

I growl at the thought of fucking a woman normal and in slow paces. I fucking love it when I hear them screaming underneath me as my cock ravages them. Those mewled screams are a fucking music to my ears. I love it, a lot.

My musings was lightly  obstructed when I feel someone glide her fingers across my bulging cock through my pants. Within a blink of an eye Akim  grips the lady by her wrist and growls at her.

In a club, people loves to carry out their kinky shits. My best guess is that, one of that lady’s  kinky shit is to touch a random man’s cock. Funny. She'd cower away if she learns who I am this minute.

I signal Akim to brush off the matter. It’s  no big deal. Besides I’m happy I satisfied her kinky shit, in the least ways possible.

I begin perusing the dimly lit club in search of Benson’s daughter. Leonid leans in closer  and whispers something  into the depth of my ears.

“I monitored her, Pakhan. She left in a red cocktail dress and in a French twist hairstyle.” His rough voice booms and in reply I nod, dismissing him with a slight wave of my hand.

Then I begin perusing once again. I had charged Leonid with the responsibility of watching the girl because the strange movement earlier at Benson’s  house made doubt rear its head through my insides.

I’m very observant and that sixth sense of mine helped me in noticing on instant that the girl might have overheard my discussion with her father.

Poor her, I caught on sight her ebbing figure despite how surreptitious her movements were. Still, I can’t  rid off the dark grin that hovered over my features the moment Leonid bleeped Akim in a call informing him that the girl's already heading to the club.

My roaming eyes lands at the bar and instinctively, my lips splinters in two seeing the damsel waiting for my appearance, patiently  at the bar. I’m surprised she’s  calm.

I thought by now she’ll be thrashing her father’s club. Yelling into the air how badly she hates this hookup because  her countenance said otherwise earlier but the little damsel is sitting calmly, like a pet waiting for her masters return.

Hell, at this fucking moment, I’ll tag myself  her master because  tonight she’s mine to take. Mine to ravage. Mine to devour. Not even Benson can stop that now because  his chances of withdrawing  back from this pact of having his daughter’s  cunt has been sealed.

My feet begins to propel me toward the little damsel with my gracious smile. Before reaching her, I see her sputtering, skittering her fingers around the corners of her lips, whispering  something  I assume is ‘sorry' to the bartender  and coughing. Then I know without a shadow of doubt her cocktail hit the wrong tract.

To save her from a cesspool of shame, I sling my arm around her waist and mewl into the depth of her ears.

“You don’t  need to ashamed, sexy. Sometimes we make mistakes.”

I hold a gentle smile on my face to prove her wrong if she thought I’m wholly dangerous even if I am.

However, my face pulls together in a frown  the instant the girl my arm grips whirl  around to face me. My eyes dilates and I can tell the darkness within them followed suit.

The girl who snuggles yet cowers in the loop of my arms is far from the girl whose pictures littered Benson’s  wall in his little  castle. The girl in whose scent I’m basking in, has nothing less than a Slavic face that screams of familiarity.

Fuck!

Nobody I know in the states seems familiar to  me because  it’s  been years I last showed up here. Not that Russians ain’t  in goddamn America but hell, this girl’s  oval face screams of familiarity.

Her ocean blue eyes, sharp and captivating, sends trigger warning to me like a path I wouldn’t  wish to tread in. Her pointy nose, golden blonde hair and glossy lips seem all…too familiar  yet realization don’t  seem to dawn on me.

I can feel my mind swimming in the ship of memories to see if a flicker of recognition  can rear its face but that seems impossible .

I try solidly to hide the disappointment and the warring of my thoughts as I hold her stare.

I grin and ask. “You’re?”

“Dawn.” She spouts but I can tell it’s not of her own volition but out of reflex because she can’t  quite snap her eyes away from mine. Then I give her my name. Dima.

Good one.

She watches me as I watch her.

Eye to eye.

Breath to breath.

It’s  a minute brim with scrutiny, mine is lingering on where I’ve stumbled on this damn face before. And hers? I’m sure it’s  more out of fascination.

Interesting.

I deflate from aiming to find out who she is. So I resort to chitchatting with her while my eyes roam across the room for the girl whose pussy I came to devour tonight.

Fucking hell!

She’s  no where in sight. Damn the girl. Damn Benson for lying to me. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s  lies!

It makes me seethe beyond control and as my anger surges relentlessly, I try to find something  that can stem it. Luckily, the counting begin.

The people  starts counting down from five to one and before that black rage can dot my vision I claim the strange girl’s lips.

Heck!

I can’t believe how soft, smooth and tasteful her curvy lips are. It makes my already rock-hard cock to turn insanely stiff, thrashing to escape its restraint.

When I part my lips from hers, I whisper against  her lips all the while pinning my gaze in the depth of her ocean blue eyes.

“Happy new year, Dawn.”

I feel something strange tug at my chest, constricting it. It aches. I scan the girl I just kissed as that strange feeling drizzle through my system.

It’s  more of a visceral connection. One that makes me seethe because  I’ve never felt such a strange feeling for someone all my twenty-eight years of living on earth and ruling the streets of Russia as their pakhan.

“Excuse.” I hear her whisper, making me give her my attention. I watch as her lips move. “I need to use the restroom.” She utter and with my grin still affix on my face, I give her a nod and watch as she skitter away from me with goosebumps coating  her skin. Goosebumps I can acclaim rose from our shared kiss.

The moment  she’s  out of sight, I beckon on Leonid and bark, lowly. “Benson fooled me.”

Leonid's eyes whip up to mine, surprised.  “How dare he!?” He growls and I hold up my hand to silence him. Following my gesture, he mutes.

“This is a setup.” I finalize.

And at that moment these words fall from my lips, a loud bang lance through the air. I, Leonid and Akim stand up on alert. Our eyes touring around the dimly lit club watching as the bang sound again. Much to my surprise, it’s  a hail of bullets aimed at no one but me!

Thrice, the bullets left the muzzle of the assailants guns, making a beeline straight  to me.

Shit!

Attack!