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those who stepped out of line, went against the family, or a host of other unsavory things, he had handled it... with pride. It was a dark life to live but he did it. Loneliness was part of the job, allowing him to get things done without having to worry about retaliation against him through loved ones.
    “Can I love a woman I don’t know?” he muttered. If he was looking for an answer, none came. It didn’t matter really; the marriage would happen no matter what he thought… or wanted. It had been decided and the pakhan’s word was law in the mafia world.
    Reaching into the shower, Sergei set the water temperature to his liking and stepped into the warmth of the stream. Water cascaded over his taut muscles, relaxing him as it kissed his muscular abs. He hadn’t been with a woman in more than a week. That wasn’t like him at all but he had grown tired of being with random women. Part of him wanted more than the one-night stands he had grown accustomed to. The variety of women that shared his bed would thrill any man but Sergei had grown bored with it. He wanted more.
    He yearned for a woman that would submit to his darkest desires, desires that blended pain with pleasure in the most erotic ways. His cock twitched with need as he thought of what he would do to such a woman. Wrapping his long fingers around his steely cock, he stroked himself forcefully. A welcome pressure began to build as his muscles quivered. He thrust his hardened shaft into his hand, images of a beautiful woman pleasuring herself dancing through his mind. The fire within him built to a raging crescendo and he thrust one final time, groaning as relief swept through his muscular frame. “Fuck!”
    Grabbing a towel from the rack near the shower, Sergei dried himself off. Taking only a minute to glimpse at himself in the mirror, he returned to his room and dressed in his usual black suit. The black pants hugged his muscular thighs, revealing his perfect form to any who dared to look upon him. He was a powerful, brooding man with a chiseled jaw, able to easily instill fear in those who resisted him, but inside, he was kind and lighthearted; attributes that a man like him kept hidden deep within.
    Making his way downstairs, he strode into the meeting room with his head held high. Showing weakness amongst men like this could be dangerous. Family could turn on each other in a heartbeat if someone got the bright idea to take control. Mafia men were like wolves living by a pack mentality.
    “Father. Brother.” Sergei said, nodding to his family members as he took a seat at the table next to his father.
    “Sergei, are you ready to meet your bride?” Mr. Smirnov asked in a deep voice.
    “I am father,” Sergei replied, doing well to hide his hatred of the idea. “For the family, I will do what is necessary.”
    “I’m sure she is beautiful, brother,” Stepan said, mockingly.
    “Right,” Sergei said, his jaw clenching. “But that doesn’t matter. The family comes first, Stepan.”
    “Stepan you must learn, as Sergei has, that family business comes before all else,” the Pakhan growled. “This is why you have been overlooked as my replacement… but your time to marry as I see fit will come.”
    “Father, I...” Stepan began.
    His father cut him off. “Enough. Our guests are arriving.” His gaze shifted to the entrance.
     

“Where there are friends, there is wealth”
    - Titus Maccius Plautus
     

Chapter Four
     
    “Who thought sitting on a plane for sixteen hours could be so damn exhausting?” Zoe grumbled.
    The girls still had to endure the hour-long drive to the hotel in St. Petersburg. By the time they arrived, it was near the middle of the afternoon and they had yet to eat lunch. An hour later, they had managed to get checked in at the hotel and get settled into their room.
    “Dani, I’m going to slip into the shower before we grab something to eat.” Zoe announced, tossing her bags on the bed and pulling out a fresh