Chapter 2

I huffed, taking a sip of the expensive wine. I would have chosen vodka or whiskey, but these were the nights we turned classy. Or we tried to. It was all about appearance. At the end of the night, most of us would walk away with a couple of million in our pockets, while others with the goods in their arms. My eyes flitted over to the door across from me. It was closed…for now. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was close to midnight. A few more minutes and those doors would open. That was when the fun began. “Gentlemen, welcome. The evening is about to start. I am honored to have all of you here. Tonight, surprisingly, is hosted by me,” Solonik said with a small laugh. Each year this event is hosted by a different group. This year it was Solonik’s turn. I had never hosted it before. And never fucking would. I was snapped back into the present when the door opened. There was utter silence for a moment, and then the murmurs started. Men laughed, some snickered, others smirked at the sight in front of them. The Royalist wasn’t just any type of club. Not just anyone could get in. Actually, it wasn’t even a club. More like a ring. The most well-known and successful sex and slave cartel ever established. One that nobody could bring down even if they tried. Many did, but only their dead bodies made it back home. Removing my eyes from the men around the room, I glanced at the door. My gaze found the women piling in. I counted in my head. Twenty-five in total. The girls were between sixteen and twenty years of age. All of them were naked, their bodies on full display, stripped bare of their dignity. They had nothing left. Only a black lace mask adorned their faces. They wore their hair down, falling behind their back as they entered the room. All twenty-five of them stood in the middle of the room, their backs straightened rigidly. Solonik clapped his hands, and they fell to their knees almost instantly, mere puppets to this game. They knelt on the floor, their arms stretching out in front of them with their palms on the cold, hard ground. They arched their backs as they pushed their asses up in the air in total surrender. “The slaves have joined us, so our evening can begin. We have a wide collection—different colors and sizes,” Solonik introduced. He walked to the first girl, his shoe touching her bare ass with the softest touch. She didn’t dare move or even flinch. She stayed completely immobile, like a frozen statue. “The finest ass and pussy you will ever find. All of them well-trained. You can sample some of them before the bidding starts.” This was where our money came from. Our largest revenue. We could make up to more than ten million dollars in one night. The exchange went so fast—in the blink of an eye. Buy and sell. Use and then discard. That was what happened during these trafficking nights. The slaves would do anything at our bidding. We were the Masters. They were the pets. Plain and simple. “Enjoy the night,” Solonik finished with a slight bow to his guests. Turning his head toward me, he nodded and walked back to his chair. That was when I noticed the single girl, kneeling at his chair in the same position as the others. The only difference was that she wasn’t with the rest of the slaves. She was with him. “Are you bidding tonight?” Gavrikov asked, coming to stand beside me. He was another boss, part of Bratva. Someone else I trusted with my life. “You know damn well I don’t. I’m here to watch and make sure everything stays under control,” I hissed. “Just asking, man. You attend these events every year, yet you leave without a single bid. Nobody questions you because you’re The Boss. But be careful. You don’t know when the snake will strike,” he replied back, tipping his glass against mine before leaving. My gaze moved back to the girl beside Solonik. I couldn’t see her face. Her cheek was pressed against the marble floor, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders and face. For a brief moment, I wondered what she looked like. All the other slaves had stood up and were parading around for the salivating men. But she…she stayed kneeling and hidden, an exquisite statue. It tempted me to get a closer look. Finishing my wine, I placed the glass on the table before standing up. A woman came in front of me, her head bowed down. She started to kneel at my feet, but I quickly stepped away, pushing her toward Isaak. He grunted in annoyance but caught the girl nonetheless, almost gently wrapping his arms around her. Women were his weakness. I walked over to Solonik, whose eyes were trained on me. His fingers wrapped around the girl’s neck in a possessive hold. I huffed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his weak show of possession. You could possess someone without even touching them…they could be yours with a single gaze. You did not have to have a hold on to them to show ownership. As I got closer, he cocked his head to the side in question. I nodded toward the kneeling slave. “She is not up for bidding?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Solonik chuckled. “Not now. She will be last. But not for sale. She is only available for the night, under some strict rules.” “She is yours?” “For now. Until I can get the highest buyer. For now, I’ll just enjoy her until I decide otherwise,” he muttered drily, his fingers trailing down her spine. She stayed unmoving, which only made me step closer. I wanted to see a reaction from her. Anything…just a small glimpse. Not a frozen sculpture. “Are you bidding tonight?” Solonik asked, crossing his ankles. He lounged back against the couch, tugging at his tie. “No,” I snapped back. Yes. Fuck! Frustrated at the sudden thought, I raked my fingers through my hair. I tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape. My gaze slithered back to the girl. Solonik noticed, and he smirked. “You are boring, Lyov. Enjoy the night for once. There are plenty of samples for you to choose from,” he said, waving his hand around the room. I followed his movement, my eyes finding all twenty-five girls, but none of them had my attention. Not like the tempting vixen kneeling beside my feet. When I didn’t answer, Solonik sighed, looking like he was deep in thought. “I will let you borrow my slave. One blowjob. She gives the best ones,” he finally stated, nodding toward the girl. My eyes widened, and I raised a questioning eyebrow. He shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his neck. “Sharing is caring, Lyov.” My gaze burned into her skin as I contemplated Solonik’s proposal. My length hardened at the thought of her taking it deep down her throat, sucking me dry. With her ass in the air, I thought of fucking her in this position. Perfect posture to take me deep inside her cunt. I adjusted my cock in my pants and licked my lips. “Is there a deal?” Solonik asked, snapping me out of my sweet, filthy thoughts. It would be so easy to say yes. Just take her, use her…my body welcomed the thought, but my stupid brain fought against it.