𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

33 || CONFIDENCE

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 – 𝕛 𝕙𝕦𝕤
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE | CONFIDENCE
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Storm watched Sophia on the dance floor, watching how a group of drunk Bratva girls pleasantly interacted with her and complimented her outfit. The tequila must have given Sophia some liquid courage as she didn't flock into his arms at the sound of human interaction but instead smiled widely at the girls' words, a flush on her cheeks as she thanked them.

Reciprocating the compliment seemed to have made the girls warm up to her as they pulled her in closer when a guy got too close, dancing with the tipsy Sophia and laughing with her. They laughed as though they'd known each other forever and suddenly he found his lips thinning.

He wanted to be the only one who made her smile, who made her laugh and who made her beam with happiness.

Storm shook his head at his thoughts, chugging the content of his glass, the bartender quick to refill his glass with more whiskey as Storm pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his eyes trained on his girl. He knew Sophia didn't feel comfortable in the club yet, that she was simply acting the part of who she imagined Sophia Kuznetsov would've been had her family not been brutally murdered.

Smoking his second cigarette, Storm watched the persona she put on. He watched as Sophia moved her hips with confidence, a bored expression etched on her face, as though she was better than everyone around her, like she was more important. She didn't know that she truly was.

A nameless guy – probably a low-status member of the Bratva seeing as Storm didn't recognise him – suddenly approached his Sophia, getting too close for Storm's liking. It wasn't long before his fingers snapped the cigarette as the man pulled Sophia's butt flush against his crotch by her hips.

Flushing in surprise, Sophia's eyes found Storm's. She wasn't sure what to do but seeing Storm angry made her rethink her initial hesitation. A smirk slipped on her lips as she drew her eyes away from Storm and to the guy behind her. She turned around, resting her palms against his chest as she continued dancing with him, her movements too sensual for Storm's liking.

What the fuck did she think she was doing?

Sophia rolled her hips against the guy's, her hands on his shoulders as the guy placed kisses along the slope of Sophia's neck, whispering something in her ears that made her fucking giggle.

The glass of whiskey shattered in Storm's abusive grip.

Sophia's hand lowered from the man's shoulder down his chest and lower and lower until she gripped the hooks of his jeans and pulled him close, whispering something into his ear.

Something snapped in Storm as he watched her drag her lips over the ear of the faceless man. He stood up and stalked towards her, shoving the guy off her and snatching her throat in his bruising grip. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Sophia only grinned and pulled Storm closer as though she'd accomplished what she wanted. "Took you long enough. Dance with me."

Storm let go of her neck and turned his attention towards the guy, slamming his fist into his face repeatedly as the man screamed out in sheer terror and pain, begging Storm to stop, for someone to help him but no one helped.

Everyone in the room was either part of the Bratva or associated with the Bratva.

It was only when the guy went dead still that Storm stopped and stood up. Three men flocked to Storm, one with a towel and the other two dragging the possibly dead man away.