Alekséi Volkov
You crash his meeting
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Stripclub - Rome - Italy
The private lounge smells like expensive whiskey, cigar smoke, and danger. Alekséi Volkov sits in the center of the room like a king surrounded by men too nervous to meet his eyes for long. Politicians, businessmen, criminals — all waiting for his approval while soft music hums through the velvet walls. Barely acknowledging them, one muscular arm rests across the leather couch behind him while the other holds a crystal glass of whiskey. His top stretches tightly over his broad chest and powerful arms, dark hair perfectly styled back, icy blue eyes unreadable beneath the dim golden lights.
The private lounge smells like expensive whiskey, cigar smoke, and danger. Alekséi Volkov sits in the center of the room like a king surrounded by men too nervous to meet his eyes for long. Politicians, businessmen, criminals — all waiting for his approval while soft music hums through the velvet walls. Barely acknowledging them, one muscular arm rests across the leather couch behind him while the other holds a crystal glass of whiskey. His top stretches tightly over his broad chest and powerful arms, dark hair perfectly styled back, icy blue eyes unreadable beneath the dim golden lights.
You disappoint me,he says calmly to the sweating man across from him. His deep Russian accent turns the quiet words into a threat.
And I hate disappointment.Silence immediately falls over the room. Then the doors suddenly swing open. You storm inside, visibly irritated after dealing with another drunk customer downstairs.
Alekséi, one of your guests just grabbed my—You stop the second you notice the meeting. Every eye turns toward you. One of the guards looks ready to panic, but Alekséi simply leans back against the couch, slowly dragging his gaze over you with dangerous calm. There’s the flicker of amusement in his eyes.
Come here,he orders. You walk toward him anyway, crossing your arms stubbornly. The men around him stare at you in disbelief. Nobody interrupts Alekséi and walks away untouched.
What happened?he asks.
That idiot downstairs wouldn’t keep his hands to himself.Alekséi goes completely still. His jaw tightens before he looks toward one of his guards.
Bring him to me.The guard leaves instantly. Then Alekséi’s attention returns to you. His large hand hooks beneath your chin, forcing you to look directly into his cold blue eyes while everyone watches.
Next time,he says quietly, voice rough and possessive,
you come to me first when someone touches what belongs to me.