Elisa was dressed up and ready for what would be the meeting at Kirill's cousin's house, but at the same time, she had mixed feelings about Andrei because she had seen him with a woman in the main hall the previous night.For that reason, she wore a cream-colored short and loose dress that naturally fell over her silhouette to a length that revealed quite a bit but still covered decently. It had a shy V-neckline with sleeves cinched at her wrists.She adorned her neck with a golden necklace that hung down past her chest along with a bracelet of the same color. Her feet were adorned with light brown ankle-strap sandals with heels that she was sure wouldn't allow her to run if necessary.But what did she have to worry about if she was going alone with Andrei? Besides, she had dressed like this on purpose to show him that she was much better than the woman he had brought home.She never thought she was jealous, and that made her laugh at herself.She looked at the dragon fountain and wis
Andrei accentuated his raised eyebrow upon hearing her.Yes, he had called a woman to please him because he somehow needed distraction and also needed to get the idea out of his mind that this place should be Elisa's.But how could he achieve that if she was in this house twenty-four hours a day, available to him?"Why do you want to know?" he couldn't help but keep that smile on his face. "Do you think only prostitutes would agree to spend time with me?"It was starting to feel like an interrogation full of jealousy, and he found it amusing in an adorable way.Elisa, on the other hand, remained silent in the face of these questions. Suddenly, she understood that this questioning was silly, and that woman didn't have to be a prostitute. She wasn't one, and she was willing to be touched by him in every way, so it made sense.She blushed."Come on, let's go," he offered his arm, and she looked at him hesitantly, while he maintained a victorious smile on his lips seeing her like that."W
"It 's your turn.”Elisa Morrison nodded, rising imposingly. Her 15-centimeter heels gave her a sleek, commanding, and sexy look.She was slender, with green eyes and silky brown hair. Her golden and black outfit adorned with sparkling stones gave her a ravishing, bewitching appearance; an Arabian dance costume that hugged her body like a glove.Her body moved to the rhythm of the music, her bare belly drawing lascivious gazes but no one had ever touched her, earning her the nickname "the untouchable," for being a virgin and inaccessible for a private dance in one of the cubicles.Her hands gripped the long metal pole, the intensity of the lights dimmed, and she began to dance sensually and enchantingly, turning the cold and inert object into her most loyal lover.She surrendered to it like to no one else, forgetting everything around her, seducing her crowded audience with a sexy and charming air. Then she focused on using the strength of her legs to go upside down, listening to the
The dark and gloomy fortress of the mobster Andrei Borisov stood majestically atop a hill on the outskirts of the city.An imposing mansion of Gothic style, surrounded by tall stone walls and guarded by armed men, whose shadows cast menacingly over the corridors illuminated by dim lights.The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and whisky, an oppressive atmosphere that reflected the cold and ruthless personality of the mafioso.Andrei, a man with a penetrating gaze and a stern expression, walked with a firm step among his henchmen.Each of them showed respect and fear in their faces as they received direct orders from their leader. No one dared to question his commands, for those who had done so in the past had disappeared.The conference room of the fortress was imbued with a tense air as the men sat around a large dark wooden table. Andrei occupied the central seat, his dominant presence filling the room with an intimidating aura.The men presented reports on ongoing businesses
The lights dimmed, and Elisa stepped onto the stage, positioning herself beside the pole and touching it with one hand. The music started, and so did her movements.Every time she was on that metal pole, she felt like there was no one else or nothing else around.She had learned that dance a couple of years ago because they wanted a new hobby to keep her fit. She detested the gym and strenuous physical activities, but when dance was involved, everything became synonymous with fun.She also couldn't help but feel nostalgic; she missed everything she had left behind, and she feared getting used to that life and preferring it for the money.As expected, the applause from the men began to make itself heard. She unraveled her final pose to stand up and descend from the stage gracefully because it was time to collect money from them.She had plenty of time for that from that moment on because all the girls came to dance on the small platforms. So she had to look as seductive as possible to
"But how long ago?" Miki asked the club manager, nervous because she didn't believe what he was telling her.She knew Elisa well and knew perfectly well that she would never sell herself, especially not with something she cared so much about."It's been over an hour..." he said, puzzled.Everyone had heard her screams, but no one had intervened because they couldn't. Kirill's colleagues, on the other hand, were laughing."What are you waiting for? Go! Enough already, go see what's happening," Miki urged.He looked at her for a moment; he had to see what was going on, so he did.He stood frozen in front of the door when he saw the girl sitting beside the sofa, her chest, arms, and hands covered in drying blood, sitting on a bright red puddle, with an inert body lying face down on the sofa.Shit, shit, shit. What had that crazy girl done? They were all screwed because of her.But she didn't react, she didn't even feel a presence there, until Mikaela peeked over the man's shoulder and wa
Andrei took a slow breath, trying to control his discontent."But you hit him with your hands tied," he raised an eyebrow."He was touching me, I asked him to leave me alone...""And you killed him," he snapped sharply.Elisa lifted her eyes to those of the man with long, chestnut hair, almost as long as the raven-haired one's. His skin was fair and smooth, his lips were full, and he seemed taller than the other as well. The difference lay in his eyes; his gaze was cold and indifferent, unlike the other's which she could only remember as sinister."The clasp dug into his head..." she teared up again. "I didn't mean to do it, I'm really sorry..." she remembered the bullet in her friend's head, and then her collapsing before her eyes. Perhaps this man felt the same as she did.He looked down at her, tilting his head with another smile. He didn't care about her apology, nor did he understand why she was apologizing to him.He leaned in, taking hold of her legs to straighten them out. Her
She had been locked in that room for two days now, and no one had crossed that door. She had already drunk the water in the glass on the bedside table after hearing the gunshot.She was thirsty and hungry, weak and had wet the bed several times out of fear and necessity, although she couldn't understand where the liquid was coming from if she hadn't drunk anything.She needed it all to end already; for hours, she hadn't heard any movement near that room. It seemed like she had been left alone, abandoned, and condemned to die slowly.She had called out to someone several times the day before, but no one came to help her because it seemed like there wasn't a soul around her.She was tired, her voice wouldn't come out anymore; she had cried too much and dreamed of a bottle of water. Then she began to daydream about her rehearsals at the club when they ended, and then her bottle of lemon-flavored water awaited her. She loved lemon-flavored water, and she could taste it.She smiled as she
Andrei accentuated his raised eyebrow upon hearing her.Yes, he had called a woman to please him because he somehow needed distraction and also needed to get the idea out of his mind that this place should be Elisa's.But how could he achieve that if she was in this house twenty-four hours a day, available to him?"Why do you want to know?" he couldn't help but keep that smile on his face. "Do you think only prostitutes would agree to spend time with me?"It was starting to feel like an interrogation full of jealousy, and he found it amusing in an adorable way.Elisa, on the other hand, remained silent in the face of these questions. Suddenly, she understood that this questioning was silly, and that woman didn't have to be a prostitute. She wasn't one, and she was willing to be touched by him in every way, so it made sense.She blushed."Come on, let's go," he offered his arm, and she looked at him hesitantly, while he maintained a victorious smile on his lips seeing her like that."W
Elisa was dressed up and ready for what would be the meeting at Kirill's cousin's house, but at the same time, she had mixed feelings about Andrei because she had seen him with a woman in the main hall the previous night.For that reason, she wore a cream-colored short and loose dress that naturally fell over her silhouette to a length that revealed quite a bit but still covered decently. It had a shy V-neckline with sleeves cinched at her wrists.She adorned her neck with a golden necklace that hung down past her chest along with a bracelet of the same color. Her feet were adorned with light brown ankle-strap sandals with heels that she was sure wouldn't allow her to run if necessary.But what did she have to worry about if she was going alone with Andrei? Besides, she had dressed like this on purpose to show him that she was much better than the woman he had brought home.She never thought she was jealous, and that made her laugh at herself.She looked at the dragon fountain and wis
Would he know what she had wanted to do? He was surprised by this calm conversation, far from the usual excitement they had between them."Elisa," he called out before she closed the door.She stayed inside without closing the door, waiting."What?" she asked."If you ever try to do something stupid again, I promise your pretty corpse won't have a pleasant ending, understood?"Elisa pursed her lips and slammed the door shut, letting out a quick sigh, realizing she didn't want to swallow that. She then opened the door again and went to the brown-haired man because he always had to threaten her with unpleasant things."Idiot!" she called out, reaching his side and growing angry again. "You can laugh at me and my lack of courage because I didn't have the guts to kill myself. But stop rubbing in my face the power you have over me!"The leader looked at her with that cold gaze, seeing her desperation and anger. This was the Elisa he rarely saw."You lacked the courage you claim not to hav
"That night Mr. Sokolov disappeared because he left with a dancer after a show, one who performed in the main act, and when I found out something had happened from the club manager, who was frantic, I rushed over because I knew something was amiss.""A woman..." he lowered the gun and smiled, raising it again to fire a shot into the ceiling in celebration. "Wow!" He holstered the gun in his pants, then gave Jasha a friendly pat on the shoulder as Jasha looked at him with fear. "Well, that's some information. I even think it's worth more than the money I lent you..." He genuinely smiled; this information gave him leverage over Andrei, and he would flaunt it. "Vitali, write a check with a good sum for our fortunate Jasha here," his smile was uncontainable. "You're a good man."He winked, planning his next moves against his rival and how to contribute the final piece needed to avenge his only cousin.***Elisa had an eternal pout on her lips after that. She had been happy, but now Igor w
The sky was covered with clouds, casting a greyish hue over the entire city, and under that sky, the dull gleam of a black Lamborghini Veneno caught the attention of those passing by on the street at that hour.Its destination was clear, the same purpose that had kept it in use during these few days: collecting debts, and within it, the man responsible for making it happen was delighted and excited for that moment.Upon arrival, a house in the lower districts of the city seemed dimly lit, perhaps fearful of what was about to happen inside it and to the people who had sheltered it for so many years."Vitali, come with me," Stefan said as he left his prized car to head towards the place where they would receive the money he had lent six months ago, and if they didn't give it to him, then he would have to vent his frustration in blood.A man and his wife were watching television, the man had been out of work for several weeks, and the worry of not having all the money he owed was distres
"I couldn't do it, I didn't do it, and I don't plan to do it. That's it... I'm sorry for losing my hope.""When you regret something and express it, the idea is not to do it again. If you're going to do it again, then don't say you're sorry!"Igor was angry. He had trusted in her sanity, and she had only disappointed him and thrown in his face how foolish he had been to trust the judgment of a woman who, in his view, still acted like a child.Elisa bit her lip, wanting to explain why she had planned this stupidity, perhaps then he would understand."I know, I'm foolish, but I didn't know what else to do... Talking to my mother now gave me more strength... Igor," she took a step towards him, "I didn't even make it noticeable, I didn't even shout it from the rooftops. I didn't want anyone to find out."He looked back at her. Why did he feel a chill in his chest at the thought of her hanging?"No. By opening that door," he pointed carelessly while looking at her, "I would have found your
Igor leaned his back against the wall next to the door of his leader's room, waiting for Elisa. He stared at the opposite wall and ran through all the ideas swirling in his head about the dancer's plan.He debated whether to tell Andrei or not; surely he would be capable of having her room converted into something resembling a mental institution just to prevent her from harming herself...As he pondered that, the door opened, and the brunette emerged, wiping her eyes with her hands.He looked at her analytically, starting in an amiable manner."How was it?""Beautiful," she replied with a smile. "We talked a lot, but about things related to what's happening at home. From here, I told her I was on vacation with a friend from work..." She moved her hands away from her face to confess something with a hint of guilt. "I talked to a colleague..."Igor pursed his lips; mistake after mistake, and those things only disappointed him. Why did she have to be so impulsive? Although, he was more
Andrei was sitting in his favorite armchair facing the fireplace in the grand hall, looking at the ironwork again as he had become accustomed to doing. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular; it had been two days since he had seen Elisa, and now he was waiting for Igor to go and tell her that she needed to speak with her mother in half an hour.He had been busy in the past few days sorting out some matters and dealing with the mess that Stefan had become again, always flaunting everything he owned and what he had achieved in France.On the other hand, Igor had also been dealing with matters concerning the nightclubs under his charge and hadn't seen the brunette during those days either. He didn't bump into her in the courtyard as had happened on other occasions, and that was strange."Were you busy?" he asked when the blond arrived in the hall."No, I was practicing my shots," he finished approaching. "Did something happen?"Andrei stopped looking at the ironwork to focus his e
"I used to think that the conviction of your men's ideals and yours was respectable because they were faithful to their purposes," she began speaking with a raspy voice when he stopped responding to the kiss; he kept his eyes closed, listening to her without loosening his grip. "Then I thought better of you all because, after all, you are people and should have sensitivity," then he opened his eyes, and she looked at him, staying close to him, "but your ability to act coldly all the time scares me immensely."He swallowed hard, also remembering his way of dealing with Kirill's death."And I used to like that coldness, but now I hate it, Andrei..."The brunette's eyes descended to her lips; they were red as he liked to keep them, but they spoke true words that unsettled him and made him falter."You question me, and you shouldn't," he looked her in the eyes, and she felt the pain of not seeing judgment from him towards her actions.He was indifferent to what he was doing to her."I'm n