Page 15 of Daddy Brigadier

“So, we’re not going to talk about what happened earlier?” she asks.

I take my time applying a rich pink lipstick before finishing with a glossy shimmer that catches the light just right. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her expression sharpens, narrowing her eyes at me as if she’s preparing to deliver a stern lecture. “I heard you through the door.”

“I was just playing my part,” I respond, trying to deflect the intense gaze she’s fixed on me.

“As what? His good little girl?” she mutters, the edge in her tone unmistakable.

My patience begins to fray, an exasperated sigh escaping, then I toss the lipstick aside, and it clatters onto the table. “I’m out of here. You know, got people to kill,” I retort, attempting to restore some semblance of control over the situation.

The Bratva owns the club.Fortunately for me, the security at the door has a fondness for blondes and lets me in, but only after I give him my number. Naturally, it’s a burner phone that I’ll never answer.

I spot Bohdana in his exclusive corner booth, a spread of bottles laid out on the table, and three security guards by his side. I know I won’t be able to kill all four of them, so I’ll need to leverage my other assets. Hence, the black dress.

The men’s intense gazes sear into me as I make my way to the center of the dance floor, my hips swaying rhythmically to the music, my hands gliding gracefully along my thighs.

My focus is solely on him. Fedir Bohdana,I wonder if your cock is pressing against your slacks right now. I certainly hope so.

I catch his eye as he sips his drink, his gaze focused on me. I offer a subtle smile, just enough for him to sense my interest and tantalize him.

He gestures to one of his men, whispering something in his ear. The man swiftly makes his way toward me. “Mr. Bohdana would like you to join him in his VIP area.”

“No, thank you. I’m not done dancing,” I reply, continuing to sway my hips to the rhythm of the song.

“No one says no to him,” the security guard warns, keeping his position in front of me.

Once again, I decline, “No, thanks.” Finally, the man walks away.

I notice him passing my message along to Bohdana, whose eyes meet mine, filled with anger. But he doesn’t see that I recognize the game all too well. When you reject a man like him, he only becomes more intrigued. Influential and affluent mafia men are not accustomed to young women turning them down, especially when they showcase their wealth. Now I have gained value in his eyes, and I savor this knowledge, enjoying my dancing even more.

As I glance sideways, I spot Bohdana rising with confidence and making his way to the dance floor, his body soon melding against my back. His hard cock pushes against my ass, his touch making me flinch, and my fists clench instinctively as a wave of disgust washes over me.

“So, you enjoy dancing, do you?” A playful smile spreading across his face as he slips his hand around my waist.

I turn to face him, my heart quickening. “I do. Do you like watching me?” There’s a deliberate teasing lilt in my voice.

“Honey, I want to watch you do more than just dance,” he replies, leaning in slightly.

I can’t help but giggle, a blush creeping to my cheeks. “Are you hitting on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow in playful disbelief.

“Depends,” he says with a smirk, his eyes gleaming. “Do you like it?”

“Maybe I do,” I respond, licking my lips, the air around us charged with an intoxicating blend of flirtation and possibility.

“How about we head to the back?” he proposes, nodding toward the hallway.

I smile, intrigued. “Just the two of us?”

“Absolutely.” His hands are playfully exploring my waist.

“What if someone catches us?”

“I know the owners,” he assures me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“And what about your friends?” I ask, gesturing to the security guards.

“I’ll make sure they stay put. It will be our little secret.” He brings his index finger to his lips and winks.