𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

27 || DRUNK

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕕
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN | DRUNK
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Storm was pissed but when wasn't he? Sophia was ignoring him as usual, glaring bullets at him whenever he passed her or stood within a few feet radius of her. When he got too close, she just took her stuff and left, refusing to meet his eyes even when he tried to force them on him. She'd simply bite like a feral animal and glare at him.

Storm stopped approaching her before long, simply staring at her. It wasn't long before she noticed his lengthy stares or his subtle touches. It prompted her to wear three sweaters to hide her body from his eyes despite his petty actions of turning the heater on so high that she nearly passed out from a heatstroke.

He'd gone days without being inside her, days without being inside a woman. He'd never gone that long without being inside a woman. Never.

It was only time before his self-control thinned. It was inevitable really how he'd stormed out in the middle of the night to look for anyone willing to spread their legs for him. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed pussy. Any pussy.

"Andrej!"

Andrej scrambled to Storm. "Yes...?" Hesitancy filled Andrej's eyes and actions as he carefully trod forward as if Storm was some feral animal. He might as well have been.

"Who's available?"

"Everyone is available for you," Andrej quickly informed the scary man before him, willing to bend backwards and shoot a client if it kept Storm happy.

Storm smirked, liking the answer. But his smile quickly dropped when Sophia's face, her rolling eyes and frown, popped into his head. Not everyone, after all. "Blonde, American, skinny." Everything Sophia wasn't. "And for goodness sake, not the one with the annoying laughter."

Andrej started shaking and sweating bullets in terror. "You killed all my blondes. She's the only one left." He'd yet to come around and get some new whores. To Andrej, they were his bunny girls whom he liked caring for as you care for your pets but to Storm they were disposable.

Storm was his biggest customer but also a fucking menace. He often killed Andrej's bunnies and was notorious for it. Well, that and his very serious condition. Namely, Too Big Dick Syndrome. Despite his infamous reputation, the girls flocked to be fucked by him whilst being completely aware of his kill count.

"Fine. I'll take her then."

Andrej hesitated. "You can't kill her, Storm. She's Dima's favourite." Mistress of Dmitry Morozov, eldest son of Vladimir Morozov. Dima was known to have a long list of mistresses that he liked to spoil. He manipulated all his mistresses to believe that she was the one when he couldn't care less really. The only one he cared about was his pregnant wife and he didn't even care much about her.

It was uncommon for made men to be faithful to their wives yet they all acted as though they were happily married. The only man in the Bratva who truly loved his wife was Vladimir Morozov. Everyone knew that he worshipped the ground she walked upon.

"I said fine," Storm snapped. He wasn't stupid enough to kill a taken woman. Especially when that woman was Dima's. "Private room now."

Andrej nodded and did as told and shortly later the girl stepped in, a smirk on her face as if she'd done something to be proud of by being the night's pick. "This is the third time in a row, Storm. Should I expect a ring?" She giggled with that annoying giggle of hers.

Storm scoffed. He couldn't even remember her fucking name. She was well over her head. "Bend over."

She didn't hesitate, bending over the table and raising her skirt, her bare pussy displayed for him. Her pussy was decent but nothing like Sophia's. No one could ever fucking compare to Sophia.