Page 11 of My Bratva Dom

I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes. “We don’t take orders from you.”

“You do tonight.”

“Fine,” I snap. “But you better not ruin our fun.”

* * *

“So, where are we going?” Aslan asks once we’re on the road.

Marie shrugs. “I don’t know. Somewhere fun?”

“Somewhere exclusive,” I add.

He glances at me in the mirror, sending me a flicker of blue ice, before turning his attention back to the road.

I lean forward, propping my chin on the back of his seat like that first day when he picked me up from the airport, and purr, “how about Club Vibe?”

Marie’s eyes widen. “Tina, that place always has a line around the block.”

“Yeah,” I agree, flashing Aslan a grin. “But I heard they make exceptions if you have connections.”

Aslan’s sexy lips twitch. “You want Club Vibe?” he asks with a smirk.

I lean closer, practically breathing against his neck. “That’s what I said.”

“Then Vibe it is.”

* * *

We’re not even in line for two minutes before Aslan does… whatever the hell he does.

A nod. An exchanged look. A word in the bouncer’s ear. And just like that, the big guy steps aside to let us in.

Marie’s jaw drops and I barely hold in a laugh.

“Damn,” I mutter. “Did you threaten to kill his entire family?”

Aslan’s gaze flicks my way with a glint of amusement. “You’ll never know.”

I should be making fun of his little display of power. But all I can think about is how freaking hot he looked doing it, all towering and mighty, his Italian suit hugging all that’s this man.Gah!

Aslan steps inside the club after us, nothing but quiet strength and commanding presence, and I can’t help but notice how everyone around us stops to stare.Wait, am I…. jealous?I shake it off, latching on to Marie’s arm because I need an anchor right now. Against my traitorous body and thoughts. Against this devil of a man.

Ten

Aslan

I watch Tina from across the dancefloor, sitting at the bar with Marie, smiling like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Her dress is too short, too tight, it barely covers her juicy thighs, and leaves way too much skin exposed.

My eyes hungrily take in the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist. The way her round tits press high and full against the thin red fabric. The thick globes of her ass… Jesus.

She’s fucking bait. Shining brighter than a goddamn lighthouse in the dark. And every man in this place is fucking staring.

I drain my drink and slam the glass on the table.

Don’t move. Don’t fucking cause a scene. Don’t drag her out of this place and throw her over your shoulder like some fucking psycho.

I can keep her safe without forcing her to go home like she’salready mine, right?

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