Red Reaper - Soldiers of Fortune [book one]

Chapter FIFTEEN

Konstantin Ivanov

... a few days later ...

I set a reluctant foot into the Southside strip club called 'Lapochka', though it does not contain a single sweetheart in my opinion.. My eyes seek across the floor to find the owner, Nika Kalashnik tucked away in his usual place surrounded by a slathering of sparkly sluts.. The madman beckons to me with a wave from a booth at the back of the long narrow room, right beside the runway style stage..

As I cross the floor a pale and petite Russian rose attempts to lure my attention in her direction with a seductive sway.. She addresses me with formality and a little fear while she invites me to dance with her.. "Zdravstvuyte ser, Potancuesh' so mnoj?"

"Idi na khui.." I dismiss her quickly with a cold glare of disgust, spitting back at her to go fuck herself instead of bothering me, aggrivated by her attempt to move so above her place as to even speak to me without being spoken to.. Perhaps I should not be so cruel to the working women here, but I can't stand the idea of them fawning for my attention as they do Nika's.. I find them to be fraudulent creatures, lacking in substance or value.. The way they behave is so misaligned with their true intentions.. All they want is money and a man to manipulate.. It is a dangerous woman who makes her living lying to and laying with men..

With a respectful bow and downcast eyes The Rose takes a step back, at least smart enough to need no more warning to stay the fuck away from me.. I may be cold, but it is only in her best interest anyway.. If I were to fuck her she would know too much about me and my perversions.. Then I'd have to kill her..

A whore with a secret is one who could bring me down, taint my reputation or worse and I won't be undone for some cheap pussy..

I place my faith in nobody.. And I have never enjoyed the company of prostitutes, they are not to be trusted, with secrets or sex.. You never know where one of them has been and you never know who they will open their mouth to for the right price..

Nika, on the other hand, adores his menagerie of dancing whores, each more beautiful and less pure than the last and all of them only interested in sucking his dick dry for money and status.. They care not for his soul or his sentiments and many have not survived his attention..

The gold glitters in their eyes before Nika claims them and converts them to servants.. These are not the kind of slaves I have ever aimed to own.. I have seen so many greedy girls are attracted to men of the Russkaya Mafiya.. And many of them make the mistake of paying for that greed in blood..

This kind of purchased company does not compare to that of My Solnyshko.. To have Lucky give herself to me freely, with no bonds of fear or paid obligation, bowing in willing subservience, a kitten at my feet, it would be more than I dare to dream of.. These women possess none of her quiet grace, playful spirit or charming radiance..

"Reaper! Come, Brat! Drink!" Nika spies my approach and motions to a passing waitress to bring us a drink and she rushes to oblige his request, setting the table seconds later with three frosty shot glasses and a chilled bottle of Beluga..