Chapter 3

We pull up in front of “The Black Dahlia” club. The owner of this club is getting ballsy and doing way more than just running a club. Since it’s in my part of town, I need to express my concern. As soon as the car stops Magnus’ eyes open and he’s ready for work. My body guard is armed, I however do not carry a weapon, as I know they will pat me down before the meeting. But since he never leaves my side and no one has ever been dumb enough to try to pat down Magnus, I had a custom holster sewn into his harness. You can only see it if you are looking for it, so it’s even more important that Magnus is here.



Some of the old school business owners are having a hard time taking orders from a woman. There have been threats and buzzing about how easy it would be to make me disappear. As my father’s only child and heir to the throne, he knew there would be challenges for me when he handed control over to me. I have trained for this my whole life, being born into the oldest ruling family, my parents had no choice but to prepare me. This meeting is with one of the loudest voices opposing my leadership. There aren’t very many rules that need to be followed, and it’s pretty simple. Prostitution is ok, but no human trafficking. Gambling and gun running are ok, but no drug dealing. The only other rule, of course the one that this dirtbag is breaking, absolutely nothing that involves kids. No kiddie porn, no pimping out kids, and any pedophiles discovered are to be castrated and hung from the bridge that leads into my city.



When we walk in, Magnus growls at the guard as he frisks me and I pet his head, “легко (easy) Magnus.” All of his important commands are in Russian, he was trained in my homeland by my father’s former 2nd in command. Speaking of 2nds, where is Cole? I would’ve thought Nicolas would have him meeting me here.



“Lester, nice to see you.” I address the club owner, wearing his usual outfit of a satiny button down shirt and pants that always seem 2 sizes too small. They are so tight the outline of his below average cock and balls can be seen from across the room. He is vulgar and classless and perpetually sweaty.



“Katarina, you flatter me. What can I do for you?” He asks with a tone so greasy and scummy I instantly need a shower.



“Let’s dispense with the bullshit and get right down to it. Some alarming things have been brought to my attention.” He stiffens in his chair. Even as his expression starts to shift, his eyes don’t move from my legs. “Eye contact Lester, so I know you are hearing me. No kids. No kids. No kids. How many times do I need to say it. I have it on good authority that if I go into your office, I will be able to access the surveillance cameras and see what you are really up to. You know that I not only employ some of the world’s best hackers, but I am an accomplished hacker myself. So it is impossible to hide your misdeeds from me,” I say as I stand and cross the room towards him with Magnus stuck to my right side.



“Kat, please…” slides out of his mouth, as he runs his fingers through his greasy hair.



“My friends call me Kat, you may address me as Ms. Volkov. Now this will go easier on you if you fess up to what you’ve done and assure me it will all cease as of this moment.” I say as I’m leaning over the table at him.



“Or what? You are just a little girl given power by her dead daddy. That does not mean I have to respect you or your rules,” he sneers.



In a flash I have the small knife, that is always tucked into my bra, in my hand and now pinning Lester’s hand to the table. Lester’s  head of security lunges at me and is blocked by Magnus. His low rumbling growl continuing until Lester’s guard steps back. I grab the knife and shift it a little, making the blade dig in deeper. As Lester screams and the club door opens.



“Oh, looks like you’ve started without me again, Kat,” Cole says as he saunters over to where I’m standing. He grabs the handle of the knife and wiggles it back and forth, pulling it out of the wood table and Lester’s bloody hand.



“I wasn’t finished making my point,” I say as I put my hand out for the knife. Instead of giving it to me, he stabs it through Lester’s other hand and into the table. Lester screams again, all of the color has drained from his face, and he passes out. “Now, see what you’ve done? Now we are going to have to wait. And I don’t really have all day to waste.” I huff. 



“Why are you in such a rush? We both know you have no life outside of the business. It seems your string of lame dates has dwindled. I do feel bad for you, Kat, what man in their right mind is gonna risk his life to fuck you. Now don’t get me wrong, you are smoking hot, I’d love to see what you’re hiding under those clothes. And since I am your number 2, I’m always at your beck and call. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so use me as you see fit,” he says stepping closer to me than Magnus would like, and sniffs my hair. “You smell delicious as always Kat, do you taste as good?”



“Step back Cole. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t need to add another disappointing fuck to the roster. But please do try to remember that you are MY number 2, so show me some fucking respect.” I spit the words at him. Who does he think he is? Cole is a paradox. On the surface he is gorgeous, some may say beautiful even. Think fight club Brad Pitt, but with jett black hair and green eyes. He was trained to be a number 2 by my father’s number 2, the scariest mother fucker I have ever met. Cole is beautiful on the outside, but black on the inside.  I have watched him torture, maim and inflict pain in some of the most depraved ways imaginable.



Cole steps up and slaps Lester in the face, he groans and groggily looks around and starts sobbing when he sees his other hand is still stuck to the table. “Kat…uh, Ms. Volkov, I don’t know what anyone has been telling you, but I do not mess with kids. Please, my hands.” He chokes out between sobs, his nose bleeding a little from Cole’s slap.



“Well that just makes it worse, because that means you have no control over your people. I have seen the video feeds, they have been traced here to your club. I was hoping we could solve this peacefully, but it looks like I will be installing new leadership here. Where is your assistant?” I ask, as I pull the knife out of the table freeing his hand. I wipe the bloody blade on his shirt before stowing it back in my bra. I’m never truly unarmed.



“I think George is in the office,” he signals to his head of security to go get him, and asks another of his staff for towels for his hands.



George is dragged out and tossed on the floor in front of us. Do I really want to replace one useless prick with another? Well, maybe this one will be scared enough to follow the rules. I really think I have wasted enough of my time here. I need to stand firm on my zero tolerance of crimes involving kids. Lester is still sobbing while cradling both of his hands. Magnus growls, sensing all the tension in the room. I bend over pretending to console Magnus, instead I pull my gun from its hidden holster, and shoot Lester between the eyes. George screams.



“George, clean up this mess. Follow the rules. No more kiddie porn, no more pimping kids out, recording what goes on, and blackmailing the people involved. You will provide me with a list of everyone that has been involved in this nasty business by tomorrow afternoon. Any questions?” I turn on my heels and leave, Magnus on my right, Cole following behind me.



My driver opens the door for me, “во (in)” I say to Magnus and he hops right into the limo. As I’m getting in Cole puts his hand on my waist and says, “Are you sure you don’t  want company in that big shiny car of yours?” And as if he is reading my body language, Magnus starts to growl. That’s all Cole needs to hear and he says goodnight and closes the car door.



As the car pulls away, I look at my phone, and there’s a smiley face, so I send one back. My phone starts ringing immediately. “Hey,” I answer on the second ring.



“Still desperate for me I see. How’d your meeting go?”



I can hear the smirk in his voice.



“About how I expected, what have you been up to?” I ask, hoping I know the answer.



“Thinking about you, and pale pink panties,” he answers, and I can hear just how hard he’s breathing.



“You mean these?” And I press the FaceTime button on my phone, I don’t even think it rang on his end. All I hear is a gasp as he sees the panties dangling from my fingers.



“Fuck yessssss. How much time do you have?” he asks not taking his eyes off the screen. I sit back and slowly rub my thighs together as I start to hike up my skirt.



“How much time do you want?” I ask as I slowly spread my legs, and run a finger along my already wet folds.



“Yes, I mean now, wait…. What? Oh yeah, all of it. All of your time” he says while slowly licking his bottom lip.