𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

1

Giovanni Russo

"Fuck Luca, what did I tell you about starting shit with the Petrovs, huh? We just got the alliance sealed, and you're fighting Ivan's son?"

He stays quiet as I speed down the street. "What the fuck were you doing on this side anyway? What were you doing inside his house?" I said I had this talk with this boy plenty of times, and he's hard-headed.

He rolls his eyes. His face was fucked. He took a bad beating. "He could've killed you, you know? You're no match for those Russians, boy."

"He couldn't kill shit." He scoffs as he crosses his arms and keeps his head facing the window.

"Oh yeah? Look at your face, bambino."

"Did you see his?" He asked as he looked at me, and my brow arched.

I stay quiet for a second. "How did he look?" I asked as I pulled into the parking lot.

He smirked. "Worse."

I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. "get out. I need a drink." We get out and walk inside one of my many clubs. I had some business here tonight.

"I have a business. Don't do anything stupid, Luca." I scold, but he ignores me as he goes to talk to one of the women.

I roll my eyes.

Luca was like a brother to me, more like a son; I met him a couple of years back when he stole thousands of dollars from me. Instead of killing the little fucker I decided to recruit him.

Maybe I chose the wrong option, and he's a hard-headed kid.

"Up here, sir." I follow one of the security guards as he leads me up the stairs to the private area.

I walk into the room, which is filled with people, I silently greet everyone as I make my way to my seat.

By the end of the meeting, I needed a fucking drink.

Everyone leaves the room and I reach into the small cabinet and pull out a bottle of whiskey pouring myself a glass I take a sip as I watch the club going crazy downstairs.

I watch as the dancers make their rounds.

My eyes catch the door which walks in the Petrov boys.

Luca stares down Victor, the one he had gotten into a fight with, he was right he did look worse.

They both glare at each other as Victor makes his way to the bar.

I pull out my phone and send Luca a text to play nice.

I watch as he looks at the phone before shoving it in his pocket and looking up at me.

I cock a brow at him.

He rolls his eyes ignoring me as he begins to make out with a girl.

The boy was fifteen and had a new girl on his arm like he wasn't.

I return my gaze to the stage as the room gets dark and one of the dancers comes out.

My eyes watch her carefully.

She was new, she didn't look familiar.

She was smooth with her moves and had the whole club's eyes on her.

My eyes squint as if to see clearer.

I watch as her eyes catch mine, she sends me an innocent smile which causes my pants to tighten.

Fuck.

She was beautiful.

I watched her with careful eyes and she continued with her dance, keeping her eyes on me the whole time.

"Andrei!" I shout for my security. "Call Ricardo up for me?" He nods as he shuts the door behind him.

Ricardo watches over this club, the manager of the staff, and he works for me.

I watch as people throw money at her as she rounds the pole, I bite the inside of my lip as I watch her make her way up the pole and slide smoothly.

"You needed me, boss?" Ricardo walks into the room.

"Get me a private room," I ask.

"Did you have a girl in mind?" He asked and I watched her as she twirls the pole.

"Her," I say pointing to her.

"Oh, Mila! Our newest, she only started two weeks ago." He says. "But she doesn't do private rooms boss, one of her strict rules." I turn around to face him.

"Tell her I'll pay her price."

"But sir-"

I glared at him. "On it boss." and he left the room.

I turned around to watch her but she was no longer on stage.