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"What do you really want Katerina?" His hand reaches to my hair and I look away, his body heat effecting me way to much.
"I want you to fuck off" I growl back to him and step away. Although I want...
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Roman's P.O.V
I grab my rum from the bartender and he gives me a smirk. I look around the ball room, seeing most of my men guarding the grounds as if I own the place. I mean I could if I wanted.
I watch my father walking around all the woman trying to find me a suitable wife. I couldn't care less but he is right.
I'm 35 and have no wife, or heirs. Only my mafia and my business's. Although whores keep my bed warm for that short while.
No girl has caught my eye and I'd doubt my father would find one that will.
Not only that but my business has suddenly went south. I have little income or name, I need a big name next to my own. An alliance of some sort to get me high in this world. Higher then what I already am.
"Roman! There you are, you really should talk to father, he keeps trying to find me a husband!" My little sister, Nancy says, she's younger then me only by 7 years.
I shake my head and pass her a drink from the passing waiters.
"You don't need him to find you a husband. You're beautiful young girl. Loads of men would like you?" I say to her. She shakes her head and looks across the room to my second in command. Enzo.
"I know you fancy him but, I'm pretty sure he's gay"I laugh slightly at my little sister. She shakes her head and looks down. Her flowing brown hair covering her face.
"Why is he chatting up a blonde girl then?" She raises her eyebrows at me and I then look at him again.
He is indeed chatting to a young blonde girl, who seems to have her attention else where and not taking in what he says.
She looks unbelievable, her tight silver dress hugging her beautiful body. Her blonde hair down to her waist. Her head up high, and a champagne glass raised slightly in the air. She smiles slightly but not to much to make it girlie.
The way she walks she looks powerful. She's a queen.
Although she walks away from Enzo and I see him shake his head, running a distress hand through his blonde hair before walking towards me and my sister.
"Eh thought you don't like female parts?" I shove him playfully, making him laugh and he shakes his head.
"It's my ex girlfriend. Before I turned gay" he says and we both look to his ex who is dancing with James Russo, French mob boss.
"Ex girlfriend? Why she here?" My nosey sister asks my second and he shakes his head as if he doesn't know himself.
"I don't know, her father isn't here which is not surprising" Enzo says glancing around the room as if he missed her father somewhere and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Her father? Is he a mob boss?" I question, thinking that she can't be anything of high standard. I've never heard or seen her before.
"Yeah, she's the daughter of Otis Balekin, Russian mafia boss" Enzo says and I felt my face go pale. Balekin? I didn't know that man had a daughter?
