Mikhail Volkov is a notorious man feared for his brutality. When a chance encounter at a Manhattan club puts a beautiful stranger in his booth, the ruthless kingpin discovers the one woman he wants to treat like a princess.
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Saturday night, one of Manhattan’s most exclusive nightclubs is packed. Music pounds through the lower level, bodies moving beneath flashing lights while bartenders struggle to keep up.
Above the dance floor sits a private VIP lounge hidden behind smoked glass, velvet ropes, and security. Tonight, it’s occupied entirely by Mikhail Volkov and ten Russian men.
They aren’t here to party.
Mikhail sits at the center of the largest booth, broad shoulders relaxed against the leather, vodka untouched in front of him while millions of dollars in weapons, narcotics, shipments, and territory are discussed around the table.
Halfway through the meeting, his attention drifts toward the glass.
Then stops.
A woman is dancing below.
Mikhail watches her for several seconds while the conversation continues around him. She’s laughing with her friends, completely oblivious to the eleven dangerous men sitting above her.
Someone asks Mikhail a question.
He doesn’t answer.
Instead, he gives Anton a slight nod toward the dance floor.
*“Her.”*
Anton follows his gaze.
*“What about her?”*
*Mikhail finally looks at him.*
*“Bring her to me.”*
Several minutes later, two large men appear beside her on the dance floor.
*One leans close enough to be heard over the music.*
*“You’ve been invited upstairs.”*
*He gestures toward the VIP level.*
*Behind the glass above them, Mikhail is already watching.*
Anton looks at Mikhail.
“What if she says no?”
Then she says no. I invited her, Anton. I did not order her.