koroleva. [Russian Mafia Romance]

Chapter 1.

Chloë;

"Tonight, we fuck." Cheers Igore. No matter what kind of trouble he gets into, he doesn't seem to care. All the girls cheer, with their glasses in the air, except me. It's never me.

"Don't be such a bore." Kalias stared at me. She's one of the many girls here. Her champagne, (cheap champagne) slid down her throat in one gulp. Her long brown hair, sleek to her back. Her slim legs, and body are perfectly sized. Me, however, I have large boobs and ass, large thighs, small feet, small hands, round face, thick blonde hair, blue eyes and by the way one is bigger than the other.

"Hey!" Screamed Igore. Getting me out of my trance. He takes big strides towards me, his suit crisp and white, the purple shirt untucked out of his white pants. The smell of whiskey is strong from here and he's not near me yet. Oh. Spoke to soon.

"Why aren't you drinking?," his large, ugly hands grab my chin and turn my face so he can look at me. Eye contact with him had always been a no-no.

"I don't want too" my eyes dart around me. Anywhere else but him. He pinches my face, arms and legs but the pain is all to often. I'm numb.

"I don't give a fuck, you fucking drink when I ask you too!! You're the only one guys come here for. You keep my money coming. I can't have you dying on me, can i?" His greasy brown hair falls in his face, his grin makes me feel sick to my stomach. He picks up the champagne and rips my mouth open with his fingers. The bubbly-ness of the champagne enters my mouth. I spit it right back out again at his face. His purple shirt now damp.

"You fucking bitch," his hand makes contact with my cheek. All to familiar. I know it's going to mark. One of his rings manage to cut my cheek, not sure which one it was, because he has so fucking many.

His hand grabs my hair to examine what damage he's done. He's hard. I can see it through his trousers. The girls surround him, their hands all over. Why are they so blind? Regardless of the money they get. Why can't they see this is all fucking wrong? My mattress is completely stained by my blood and other... things. My mattress is the one of many in here. There's multiple. My hand moves to feel my numb face. Ah, it does sting a little. My right eye finds it hard to see, all things blurred. The large doors open, to find two of igore's men stood there. Guns in hands.

"Igore, Ivan is here. He wants to talk business." One of them say. All the girls are swooning. Ivan? Who is Ivan?

"Tell him to come in here, we can have some fun." Katy one of our girls shout. Winking at the same time. Her small breast spelling from her bra.

"If one of you girls fucking say some shit like that again, you'll die. You all belong to me. Tell him I'm busy Zachar." Igore turns his head to suck on Katy's nipple. Her moans echo in the large room. Igore is now basically naked. Girls' hands smother his large, obese stomach and miniature dick.

"He said, you've missed drop offs, and also payments. If you don't make the effort to come and talk to him, he'll take one of the girls." Zachar seems frightened. His knuckles white from holding his gun. Igore's mouth clucks of Katy's nipple, a large, hysterical laugh escapes his large mouth. His gun now firmly in his hand.

"Like I give a fuck. he's not having any supply of me. At all. Or my money. So you go and tell that fucker that these girls," he turns around, freely pointing his gun at all of us "are all mine. He can't have any of them. If not I'll fucking out a bullet in his skull." Igore is now pointing the gun right at Zachar's head. Right inbetween his brow.

"How about, I put a fucking bullet in your skull." A strange, yet calm voice speaks from behind the doors. His footsteps could be heard as we walked next to Zachar.

For the first time in my life, I'm flabbergasted. He. Is. Beautiful. I begin to feel something I can't explain. It doesn't feel right. He has long brown hair, tied up in a bun. A crisp black suit, that was tailored to his size. Which was, muscly as fuck. If that's even a size. His bright blue eyes scorching the skin of Igore. He looked fuming. His jaw tightened as he stared at all the girls. Including me. His gaze was cold, yet warm. He looked apologetic. But it didn't matter. He wasn't here for us. Well, he was. But one of us. If we'd be so lucky.

"Ivan, I-" Igore stumbled on the lies that began to spill.

"I know, you've been fucking these slaves that have no choice in that matter, giving them drugs, missing our arranged drop offs, payment plans, just about everything you've managed to fuck up it seems. So, in return, I'm taking one of your girls. And I already know who. And before you start, you've had three months. Now, this doesn't repay me. You will be doing that. Except I now have one of your girls." Ivan walks around the room. His ass showing well in his black trousers. My eyes can't seem to move to anywhere else. Only him. Only this stranger.

"Well there's plenty of girls here." Igore nervously laughs. His gun is placed back in his pocket. Ivan walks up to all the girls, some of them wrapping their hands around his legs, touching his dick. Which he rudely removed. They stopped at me. My eyes staring at his freshly waxed shoes. Ivan's foreign hands reach and pull my blonde strands from my face revealing the fresh bruise that formed a few minutes ago. My eyes peered up. I'm frightened. I can see the hurt in his eyes. His jaw is tightening again. His hands tenderly touch my cut.

"You hit her. Why?" Ivan turned around to face Igore. He was raging. He looked unbelievably sexy.

"She didn't drink. She's the main attraction here. she calls the customers I need her alive". Wow. Now Ivan looked more pissed. He was pacing around the room. Looking at all the girls, his large muscles flexing in his suit it will almost rip. Igore looked afraid. Very.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Ivan's fist swung at igore's face. Blood spurting. Teeth flying. Once Igore hit the floor with a grunt, Ivan's arms wrapped around my poorly dressed and bruised body, and he carried me out the building.