All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DesmierLeVant's seemed calm when I arrived. Nothing stood out as a concern. No cops milled around. During the drive that I'd had to endure to get here in the heart of the city and make my way through the hallways to reach the secret location, everything had settled."Tell me," I instructed the supervisor in charge tonight. Kenneth was a good man, a former soldier in the army who'd turned to the Bratva for a sense of belonging. He was the best man to keep an eye on things at one of the Bratva's most profitable sex clubs. LeVant's was in good hands when he was on the floor.He shook his head, shrugging. While he stepped aside to speak with me, he maintained a close eye on the clientele and staff here. The man never relaxed or lowered his guard, and that was why I felt confident that nothing bad had happened here while I was out playing house with Isabella and Emily."A couple of guests were drugged." He mentioned their names, and that detail didn't alarm me. A pair of entitled, young s

Desmier turned his head toward me. I couldn't make out everything through the opaque shower stall, but I registered that he pivoted to notice my presence.Second thoughts crashed through. I had no business being here, seeking him out.Several minutes ago, I heard a slight noise that somehow yanked me straight out of sleep, and I gave up lying in the darkness of my own room. After I got a glass of water from the kitchen, I caught the faint sound of water running from elsewhere in this huge, quiet house. Meandering down the hall, I saw the light on from the crack beneath Desmier's door.Trespassing into his room seemed inappropriate. This urgency to tell him about Salvatore's call propelled me in there, though, seeking him out no matter how late it was.Finding him in the shower and lingering just outside it was wrong.Yet, nothing could tear me away. I was rooted right here, unable to tear my lusty gaze from the outline of his big body under the water in there.I swallowed, feeling my

DesmierShe's siding with me. Not Salvatore. Not the Rossinis.Isabella wanted to stand by me and the Antonov name. By hurrying to record that call, she proved that she wanted me to hear it and learn more about whatever I could use against her father. The urgency that she obeyed, leaving her bed and coming to find me right away, attested to her commitment in her decisions. This wasn't a whim. She wasn't helping me with information as a fluke moment. She was considerate and smart with a kind of quick thinking that I admired.Isabella chose to tell me about that call as soon as she could.And the ramifications of her decision hit hard. She trusted me. She'd stalwartly refused to give in to any of Salvatore's demands. He'd asked her over and over to reveal her location, and she held strong against him.Besides, she didn't know. No one had told Isabella where we were, exactly. This Antonov vacation villa was upstate, but there was no way she could've tracked the path here when we'd left t

IsabellaI couldn't bear the look in Desmier's eyes. He was so tense, but I couldn't pinpoint why.At first, I wondered if he could've been upset that I trespassed into his room and dared to stand there in his privacy while he finished his shower. I'd been too stunned to move then, tantalized by his naked form.Then once I shared that recorded call with him, I worried that he would react in anger near Emily. I hadn't felt danger around Desmier since I'd come here, but he had been so upset, so riled up at the sound of Salvatore's voice that I couldn't help but want to cringe.Now, as I elaborated about how Dominic had used me, he looked furious. Ferally angry.I warred between two options. Shut up and go to bed or try to explain further. I wasn't hiding anything else, but something in the way he stared at me suggested that he thought I was still untrustworthy.Even after I'd shared that call with him. If that couldn't be the biggest sign of surrendering to him and his plans, I wasn't s

DesmierSticking to my responsibilities as a Antonov brother, I headed to another club. LeVant's would be fine. Kenneth was supervising there, but that didn't necessarily mean all the sex clubs could run smoothly without my efforts.As I walked into another club, letting the darkness of the place calm me, the familiar sounds and smells welcoming me into the familiar atmosphere of sex and thrills, I hoped that being here could help me shake off some of this funkiness, to let go of some steam.No other woman tempted me. I found nothing alluring here, but I wasn't trying. My main role was to keep an eye on things, and as I tried my damnedest not to obsess and think about Isabella, I strained to focus here.None of my brothers wanted the responsibilities of these clubs, and it wasn't a fickle task. I'd employed competent staff to run things, but someone had to be in charge, and that was me.Before I made a complete circuit and checked everything in the club, I spotted a familiar face.We