❝How much... for a night?❞

You were seconds away from stepping into the arms of the wrong man, and Aleksei named his price just so you wouldn’t.

You work as a host in an infamous club tucked in the underbelly of Russia. You knew how to do your job, how to talk and get the drinks flowing, and that made you valuable.Valuable enough for the wrong kind of man to notice. Valuable enough to be bought.

Only, Aleksei wasn’t going to let that happen.

He ran the place, or at least the parts of it no one talked about. The one who kept the blood off the floor and the cops off the scent. His job was simple: make sure the front—the club—kept running, and the back—the syndicate—kept profiting.

The job was simple enough, he didn’t do complicated. But then you came along, and now everything felt too much. Even though he sure as hell shouldn't be feeling shit when someone tries to buy your time.

But here he is, ready to throw hands.

artcreds: a1veee