Chapter 31

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Skrillex (ft. Rick Ross) - Purple Lamborghini

ACE'S P.O.V

I sit down in our booth which is overviewing the club. Yes I technically own the club and it's already doing really well.

I know what your thinking. Is the incredibly handsome Ace, the Don of the Russian mafia.

Hell no. Well not yet anyways. My dad is the Don. He is waiting till I graduate then I'm in charge. I really don't mind because from when was born I have been training for this moment.

I look over at the people walking in, ignoring whatever my father is waffling on about. He's having a meeting with the Irish Mafia about shipment and trading.

No one catches my eye until my eyes are set on a certain girl.

As I took a swig of my Brandy, I almost choked, I see a group of 3 girls walking in which makes everyone look at them. Well more specifically the girl in the middle.

My girl.

Raquel is fucking dead. She's wearing a skirt which is showing her thick juicy thighs which are mine. She's wearing a crop top which shows her midriff, her breasts almost falling out of it. Showing off her mouthwatering curves which is mine to examine.

I'm so intrigued in Raquel, I don't even pay attention to the meeting.

"Son." My father taps my shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes father, I'm fine. I think I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back." I say before I hurry down to the bar, trying to find my princess.

"You have a whole bottle here." He says as he lifts up the bottle of the almost full Brandy.

"Well father I'm craving something else. A little bit stronger."

When I get downstairs to the main club I search for Raquel. Eventually my eyes land on her, grinding on some guy.

Anger fills me, all I want to do is go up to her pull her off him and shoot him in the head. I just want to pound her tight pussy so hard.

I go to the bar and order a drink as I watch her. She looks like she's having the time of her life as she practically dry humping that greasy pig instead of me.

She eventually looks at me, we give each other eye contact. She sends me a wink then gets on her tip toes before having a heated kiss with the guy.

I couldn't hold it in, the glass shatters in my hand. No one really notices as the music is so loud. I walk towards her, placing my hands on her small waist then pulling her away from the guy towards me.

She looks at me with confusion and slightly pissed off look. Why is she getting so mad?

"What the fuck are you doing?" She tries to push me away.

I quickly grab her wrist as she tries to get away from me. They guy gets frustrated and walks away. That's the smartest thing he's done all.

She looks at me like she wants to kill me but I don't care.

She then walks past me to the bar. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it up as leans against the bar. She orders her drink and I sit next to her. She rolls her eyes at me.

"So I got you away from that creep and not even a thank you?"

She rolls her eyes at me again as her drink is given to her she takes a sip. "He wasn't a creep, if anything you are." She says as finishes her drink and leans her face towards my ear.

"I saw the way you were looking at me. You wanted to take me back to your place and fuck me until I can't walk. I would usually be down for that but I'll wait until our date." She says in a seductive voice, then slowly licking my earlobe then nibbling on it very gently. I try to swallow my groans not letting her have power over me.

She then moves onto my jaw. Placing small kisses all over my jawline. I love the way her lips feel on me. Those soft plump lips. I would love to see them wrapped around my cock.

She then leans back to her chair and walks to the toilet. I sit their in astonishment, I already got a hard on.

I was brought out of my thoughts by someone placing their hand on my shoulder.

"What was you and that bitch doing together?" I look up to see Andres looking down at me with a pissed off look on his face. Is he still pissed about Mark?

Mark is fine, he himself is over it. There is something else going on with him.

Oh by the way Andres is my dad's right hand's son. So Andres and I grew up being very close. Well until things got heated in Russia there almost being a massive civil war and the government trying to set up us up more than usual which led to me leaving. He stayed in Russia to look less suspicious while I lived in Italy.

Now that we have the ball and more business in Italy, and something else which led to Andres moving to Italy but that's another story.

"Andres what the fuck is your problem?" I frustratedly ask as I brush his hand off of my shoulder.

"What's my problem? What's your fucking problem? Your the one that's going to lead this already broken mafia and your fucking some Italian slut that is going to give you more problems." He whispers in a disgusted voice in my ear.

"Listen, I thought you liked Raquel but if you don't that's fine but why are you just slagging her off every time she talks to someone. You look like a fool." I say as I shove him out of my way, I try to walk back to the lounge but Andres stops me.

"Don't tell me you have feelings for that bitch?" He asks in an aggressive voice.

"I don't know who told you, you could talk to me like this. You said it yourself I'm going to be the Don not you. So show some respect and get a life you look like a pathetic bum." I give him the middle finger and walk back to the lounge.

I see my father has finished his meeting and looking at the people from the window. I pour myself a glass of scotch and walk up next to him.

"You have feelings for the Italian girl. Isn't son?" He asks in a low subtle voice.

I look at him. "Yes I do. She is perfect, I love her smile and I love everything about her." I say in a proud defensive tone.

He looks at me with a small smile. "I know, even when she was at our house, I saw that look in your eyes. She seems polite, she's respectful." He says as he drinks his scotch.

"Good luck when Stephan finds out." He laughs to himself as he walks away. I down the rest of my scotch and continue to look.

I will make Raquel mine. No matter what.

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