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Requiem of Sin - A Mafia Romance

I walked into the wrong hotel room... To a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby. I should've left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door... And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide. "Who hurt you?" he said when he glimpsed the bruises. "Let me fix it." I should've said no. But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe. And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness... Well, I won't turn my nose up at that. But nothing in this life comes without strings attached. My angel gives me a night from heaven... When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil. And not just any devil. This devil knows where I'm from. Who I am. What I've done. And he's determined to make me pay for all of it.
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Chapter 4

DEMYEN

It's a busy night-as it should be, given that it's Friday. Payday for the rank-and-file means the slots are fuller and the money is flowing from their hands to the machines to my pocket. Just the way I like it.

"Mr. Zakrevsky."

"Good evening, Mr. Zakrevsky."

"Good evening, sir."

My name fills the air as I meander through the casino. My payroll is rife with people in every line of work imaginable. Not just escorts, but cocktail waitresses, bartenders, attendants, concierges, and the like. People who know better than to ask questions.

People who have nothing to do with the Zakrevsky Bratva.

"What can I start you off with tonight, Mr. Zakrevsky?" The bartender, Mike, flashes me a genuine smile and preps a tumbler with ice. He already knows what I'm about to order, but he always gives me the chance to surprise him.

I don't. "Bourbon. On the rocks. Make it a double."

The drink is already in my hand before I finish the sentence.

Bambi scrunches her freckled nose as I toss it back and savor the syrupy burn down my throat. "I'll take mine neat," she tells Mike. "Room temp. Like a normal person."

I chuckle and set the empty tumbler down. "Judge me all you want. We live in a fucking desert. Ice is a blessing."

As I wait for her to finish her drink, I take the moment to lean back and scan the room. I'm not looking for anything or anyone in particular. Sometimes, it's just nice to enjoy the sights and sounds of the empire I rule over.

The same empire that should have been my brother's.

We're about to leave the bar and head for the office suite when a woman's voice reaches my ears. "... No, thanks. Really."

It's the way her words tremble that pulls my attention.

"C'mon, baby." Some guy in a dark leather jacket with too much gel in his hair rubs her waist as she tries to slide off the stool. When she leans away, his fingers tighten. "I got a room upstairs. We can have a real nice time⁠-"

She musters a quivering smile and tries to maneuver from his grasp. "Really. It's okay. I'm good." "But I bought you that drink!"

"I didn't ask you to." There's fear in her eyes, but she's trying so hard to be polite.

The bartender starts to move in their direction, but I give him a subtle signal to back down.

I'll handle this.

Bambi sits back and orders another drink, this time something pink with a fancy straw. She knows how I operate. She's ready to enjoy the show.

"Good evening." I saunter up to the tangled pair, my most brilliant host's smile plastered on my face. "How are you two doing tonight?"

"We're fine, man. Everything's fine." The man waves me off with an irritated flick of his hand.

I loft a brow. "Is it?" My gaze slides to the woman. She looks shaken, but she forces a smile of her own.

"I was just leaving," she mumbles, grabbing her clutch.

"Please-stay." I gesture to her barstool but still give her wide enough berth to run if she feels the need. She doesn't know who I am, but her eyes do a quick once-over and something eases just a bit in her posture.

Before she does decide to run, I gesture for the bartender. "Mike."

He slides over, his face serious even as his eyes glint with mischief. We love this game. "Yeah, boss?" "What is this beautiful young lady drinking?"

Mike cocks his head at the empty glass on the countertop. "Well rum and coke."

I click my tongue in mock admonishment. "Oh, no, no, no. We can do better than that."

The gropey man huffs and holds a hand up to interrupt me, but I ignore it. Right now, he doesn't exist. And when I do decide to turn my attention to him, he'll long for the days when I didn't know him from a fucking hole in the ground.

I lean against the counter and focus my attention on the woman. "What's your poison? Anything under the sun. Name it and it's yours."

"Listen, buddy-" The man grabs my arm. And then he yelps when he's immediately ripped away by my security.

I stay focused on the woman. She blushes and settles back onto the stool. She is pretty, I'll give her that. Definitely a tourist, and given the tan line on her ring finger, I'd guess a recent divorcee.

"Um, I don't know..." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. The ends are frayed and her roots haven't been touched in months. It doesn't take long for me to piece together the story of someone scrimping by just to survive an ordeal. This is probably her one chance at a break before she's back to cold, hard reality. "Vodka? Maybe?"

My smile broadens. "Have you ever tasted Russo-Baltique vodka?"

The man stiffens behind me. He instantly stops struggling with my guards when he hears my native accent slip out.

She blushes more and shakes her head. "Hell no. That stuff is... No, safe to say I have never, ever tried million-dollar vodka. As you can tell, my luck here hasn't been that great."

I nod to Mike, who is already pouring a shot glass from the diamond-encrusted bottle we keep in the refrigerated safe under the bar.

"Are... are you serious?" she balks.

I nod. "On the house."

Mike slides me another shot glass, and I hold it up for her to clink. "To new beginnings."

Again, her eyes widen, but she tosses it back at the same time I do. We both hiss at the afterburn. It's like drinking glacier water.

I glance over to Bambi. She's wearing her amused smile. "Let's get our beautiful guest set up with some VIP treatment, hm?"

"On it." Bambi taps a few things on her phone, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Want me to include The Celestial?"

"Absolutely."

"Done."

It's not even a full minute before one of our concierges appears at the woman's elbow. He offers her a warm smile and a slight bow. "If you'll come with me, madam?"

She glances between the three of us, then settles her perplexed stare on me. "What's going on?"

I set my shot glass back on the counter. "I'm guessing your luck hasn't been great for a while. That's why you came out here, isn't it?"

Her eyes dart down and away. She nods mutely.

"Well, then, time for a change." I straighten my jacket, give her one final nod, then turn to deal with the other loose end.

Behind me, the concierge escorts the woman down a nearby side hall toward the spa. When she's out of sight, I signal for security to bring the man along.

He and I are going in a slightly different direction.

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