After parking his ride, Bas sauntered up to the doors of the club. One of the bouncers looked at him, eyes pausing at the tattoo peeking out from his white silk collar. His jacket was cobalt blue silk, leather shoes jet black.
He raised an eyebrow and a half smirk before the door opened.
Goddamn right they let him in. He was Roman Mordinov's chief lieutenant. Now that his father had died, Roman was at the top of the most powerful family in Moscow. Bas went where we wanted.
And he wanted a drink. And to dance. And to fuck. In that order.
He walked in casually unbuttoning his jacket as his eyes swept the floor. Dark. He seized the power and while the music flooded his senses, the room lit up. Shit, but there some hotties in here. His nostrils flared.
A lion on the prowl. He laughed. Dumbass. He wasn't fooled. He was playing a game.
But he was very good at it too. And the best part was he always won.
Because he didn't fucking care. Life was experience. Was fun.
A brunnette stunner in a dress that must have made it hard to breath walked past to a table with her friends. His hand twitched. All in good time. All in good time
He raised an eyebrow and a half smirk before the door opened.
Goddamn right they let him in. He was Roman Mordinov's chief lieutenant. Now that his father had died, Roman was at the top of the most powerful family in Moscow. Bas went where we wanted.
And he wanted a drink. And to dance. And to fuck. In that order.
He walked in casually unbuttoning his jacket as his eyes swept the floor. Dark. He seized the power and while the music flooded his senses, the room lit up. Shit, but there some hotties in here. His nostrils flared.
A lion on the prowl. He laughed. Dumbass. He wasn't fooled. He was playing a game.
But he was very good at it too. And the best part was he always won.
Because he didn't fucking care. Life was experience. Was fun.
A brunnette stunner in a dress that must have made it hard to breath walked past to a table with her friends. His hand twitched. All in good time. All in good time