VAUGHN
The bass reverberates through my chest, a pulsing beat that makes it hard to think, much less find someone in this sea of swaying bodies. The club is packed, dense with a haze of sweat, alcohol, and perfume. Strobe lights slice through the darkness, flashing over faces I don't care about.
My hand drifts to my jacket pocket, feeling the solid shape of the drive. That little piece of metal is the only reason I subject myself to this hellhole.
I push through the throng, dodging a couple practically dry-humping each other in the middle of the dance floor, making a mental note to disinfect my jacket later, and scan the room again. I grit my teeth, the overwhelming smell of sweat and alcohol thick in the air. A growl comes from behind me—Viper, no doubt. He's on my heels like a loyal dog, just like Katerina ordered—to keep me "safe."
If she cares so damn much, she should bother to stick around instead of running off with Maya.
Maya is easy enough to spot, drenched in champagne, her wild curls stuck to her face as she dances beneath one of those ridiculous showers. The alcohol pours down her head to toe, glittering under the club lights. Nikolai is going to have a field day when he finds out.
But my esteemed bodyguard? No sign of her.
Until now.
I freeze, narrowing my eyes through the flickering lights.
Katerina.
Her silver hair shimmers under the neon as she leans against the marble bar top, the kind of marble that screams wealth and importance. Expensive liquor bottles line the racks behind her like trophies.
And she isn't alone.
A girl with a full head of matching silver hair perches on a barstool, hand intertwined with a fucking real-life Barbie sipping on a beer, so entranced in her conversation as if the world doesn't matter.
Two other men stand beside them, one chattering away like a damned chipmunk while the other stands silent like a brooding hero of a second-rate movie.
My gaze snaps back to the infuriating woman again. Her disappearing act is getting too old too fast.
She leans against the counter, her dark hair falling in loose waves to the middle of her back, posture relaxed. Too relaxed. She rests her head against her knuckle, her brow arched like she's amused by something the group is saying.
It doesn't fit.
I've seen tapes of her in gunfights, in negotiations that could—and has—made grown men break down in tears, but never like this. Carefree. Comfortable. \
The thing about Katerina? She's so well-put-together.
Perfect face.
Perfect body.
Perfect style.
Her entire appearance is another asset she uses to intimidate. To charm. To screw everyone over.
I even fell for that charm the first day I met her. From afar, she looked like an Angel descended on Earth.
Up close, she's nothing more than the devil out to rule the world. Since our little time together, I realised that her entire look is a façade.
The sight before me is almost... beautiful. Scratch that, it's fucking mesmerizing.
A small, unbidden smile tugs at the corner of my lips. For a brief moment, I let myself take it in, the way she looks when she isn't calculating or planning her next move. Just... Katerina.
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God of Vengeance : Vaughn x OC
FanfictionKaterina 'Silencer' Romanova In our brutal world, there's no such thing as the truth. Lies overflow until they become a reality. I may not remember, but this war is far from over. I'll have my revenge. No matter who stands in my way. And when I fin...
