Chapter Three - Tavisha

The nightclub was bouncing.

Solaris was the newest, hippest place to be.

Anybody who was anybody was here for tonight's opening.

'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be?'

My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

My three best friends were all daughters of high-ranking Bratva Officials: Nadia and Annika, aged twenty, and Svetlana, aged twenty-one; they were stunners. Tall, leggy brunettes with hazel eyes, they were always surrounded by guys eager to try their luck, and then there was me, the odd one out. I was a petite, [Only five feet four] ice blonde with emerald green eyes and the daughter of Pavel Lhushanov, the Houston Bratva Pakhan. We were only a small Bratva, compared to other States, but my father's rule was absolute; no one dared cross him. He was a violent tyrant who shot first and asked questions later to everyone but me, his precious baby girl.

'Ohh, come on, Tavisha, this is one of my favourite songs.'

Svetlana grabbed my arm and dragged me onto the dance floor as Heart's All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You, blared from the speakers. Svetlana was an exhibitionist; she loved grinding herself against me, knowing guys enjoyed watching her. With a giggle, she grips my hips, and we move together in a sexy dance that has the guys moving in around us to watch hungrily. It only takes a few seconds before one of them has his arms around Svetlana, taking her away from me to dance with him. As always, Svetlana does not miss a beat, turning to him to dance just as sexily and before the song ends, he is kissing her passionately, and I know she will be disappearing soon to go home with him. Of course, his friend now thinks that I am fair game and grabs me around the waist, pulling me against him, pressing his hard cock against my belly, leaving me in no doubt as to what he wants. He is quite good-looking, in a soft preppy boy way, with dark, scruffy blonde hair flopping over one eye, but he does not appeal to me in any way. 

'Come on, beautiful, I hope you are like your friend.'

He tries to grip me tighter, but I try to push him away.

'No, please, I'm not interested.'

I push him again, getting angry when he still does not set me free.

'Let. Me. Go.'

I hiss, but he still does not take the hint, so I look over his shoulder and give a slight nod of my head. I am, after all, the Bratva Principessa. The guy shouts in shock as beefy hands grab him and yank him away from me.  Then he finds two huge muscled bodyguards staring down at him,

'The Principessa told you no dickhead.'

One of them growls at him as they drag him out of the club by the back door, and I know he will be going home with a broken nose and quite a lot worse. It is a lesson he will learn the hard way. I am the Bratva Principessa, and that makes me untouchable.

Andrei and Adryan have been my bodyguards ever since I became a teenager, and I can now rely on them because they would give their lives to protect me. I head back to our table and pick up my drink. The Blue Lagoon cocktail is a fruity, refreshing mixture of liquor and lemonade with vodka, and as the night has gone on, Svetlana made sure the vodka content was increased, so we are all nicely buzzed. Nadia is eyeing up a group of smartly dressed Forces guys who have just entered the VIP area and are standing at the bar ordering their drinks. Solaris has a policy of treating the American Forces with respect, and they are always allowed in the VIP area to honour the service to the country. It does not take them long to notice us, and my two friends quickly enjoy flirting with them. The six of them are gorgeous in their sexy uniforms and clean-cut, all-American looks. They introduce themselves, and it does not take long for Nadia and Annika to head for the dance floor, hanging off their very own'Pretty Women' Officer dressed in his white uniform. 

'You want to dance, pretty girl?'

One of them asks me politely, but I can only smile and shake my head. My father would kill me if I hooked up with anyone from the American Armed Forces. He may have been born and bred in the USA, but he has old-fashioned Russian views, and they include not fraternising with the enemy.

I sigh frustratedly.

The men are truly gorgeous, and I really would not mind going off with one of them, but before I can give in to the idea, my bodyguards return and see the men flirting with me.

'Tavisha, it is time we leave. No?'

Andrei growls at me, while both men glare at the delicious men in uniform. 

I know I have no choice; my father only allowed me to go out tonight as long as I obeyed my guards, so I sigh again and wave at my friends who understand my predicament.  

I am the Bratva Principessa, and therefore, no man is allowed to touch me until I am handed over to my future husband in an arranged marriage. 

I have always known my fate, and that is why I am guarded so diligently. 

Without any fuss, I pick up my purse and jacket and follow my guards out to the waiting black SUV, not even flinching as the door slams shut behind me.