Loving The Bratva Boss

Chapter 2

Woah.

Of all the places Jade has ever dragged me to, this one is by far the most overwhelming. The moment we step inside, I'm hit with an atmosphere that feels both expensive and dangerous—like luxury dipped in blood.

Everyone I see is dressed in black. Maybe it's the theme tonight, or maybe that's just the kind of crowd this place attracts.

Dim white lights glow from the ceiling, spotlighting dancers on elevated stages. The entire club seems intentionally shadowed, making every corner feel secretive. I barely get a chance to look around before Jade grabs my wrist and pulls me straight toward the bar.

The bar top is made of sleek black marble, polished to a mirror finish. Everything here whispers money—old money, powerful money.

We're just about to sit when three men in black suits walk in like they own the building. The crowd parts for them instantly, like the Red Sea moving out of fear instead of reverence.

Who are they? I wonder, unable to tear my eyes away.

"So, B..." Jade's voice snaps me back. "Do you plan on getting laid tonight?" She asks it with a wicked grin, knowing very well that I'm still a virgin.

We're complete opposites. She's bold, wild, unapologetic. She lost her virginity in high school and treats casual hookups like a hobby. I, on the other hand... want my first time to be special. When the moment is right, I'll know.

"No, I will not, Jade," I say firmly. "You know I'm waiting."

"Fine, Little Miss 'Right Moment.' At least have some drinks with me."

The bartender turns to us.

"I'll have a French martini with lemon instead of lime," I say.

"Gin and tonic on the rocks," Jade adds, flashing him a flirtatious wink.

Typical Jade—confident, bubbly, radiant. I admire that about her, even if I could never be like her. Maybe that's why I've never had a boyfriend or even a casual fling. I don't know how to put myself out there.

Our drinks arrive. Jade downs hers instantly, then orders tequila shots like she's planning to forget the entire week in one night.

I'm sipping my martini when a familiar urge hits. Of course. My pea-sized bladder strikes again.

"Jade, do you know where the bathrooms are?" I ask.

"No clue," she says. "I've never been here. Probably in the back somewhere."

"Okay." I hop down from the stool—my heels giving me a few extra inches—and weave through the crowd toward the back hallway.

The farther I go, the darker it gets. No lights. No signs. Just shadows. I'm stumbling more than walking. Finally, I spot a door and reach for the handle—

A scream rips through the silence on the other side. A horrible, bone-shattering scream.

I freeze.

My hand is still on the doorknob, but the rest of my body refuses to move.

"WHERE IS MY MONEY?" a man roars from inside. His voice is deep, furious.
"Break his other arm."

Another scream—louder, more agonized. My stomach lurches violently.

Leave.
Run.
Go.
Every instinct in my body begs me to flee, but my limbs won't listen. Terror has me locked in place.

The man inside begs for mercy, but nothing compares to what comes next.

BANG.

Silence.

It takes a moment, but the truth crashes into me.

They shot him.

A strangled scream escapes my throat.

And that's enough.

Footsteps thunder toward the door. It bursts open, slamming into the wall. The three men I saw earlier step out, filling the doorway—broad shoulders, cold expressions.

Their eyes lock onto me.

Run.

My legs finally obey. I sprint down the pitch-black hall, my heels clicking wildly against the floor. I shove my way through the crowd, breathless and shaking.

I reach the bar. "JADE! Jade—we have to go. NOW."

"What? Why? The night's just getting started," she laughs, oblivious.

"They killed someone," I whisper-shout, gripping her arm. "They broke his arms and shot him. Jade, we have to go—they saw me."

Her face pales. She doesn't argue.

We turn to leave, but I see them—those same three men—pushing through the crowd toward us.

The main exit is too far.

Then I spot it: a side door near the corner.

"This way!" I drag Jade with me, heart pounding.

I shove the heavy door open. It slams behind us as we spill into a narrow alleyway.

"Jade, we made it," I breathe, relief flooding me.

Silence.

"Jade?"

I turn.

She doesn't answer because she can't.

One of the large men is holding a cloth over her mouth and nose. She kicks, claws, fights—but seconds later, her body goes limp in his arms.

"No—no, no—"

I spin to run, only to slam directly into something solid.

Not a wall.

A man.

The one in front—the one with eyes as sharp as ice. He looks down at me like I'm prey.

"Hello," he says softly. "Going somewhere?"

I open my mouth, but a sharp sting hits my neck—a needle.

The world blurs instantly.

His eyes are the last thing I see before everything goes black.