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I’m checking out the Bold Tsarina nightclub, even if it is owned by Konstantin, the Bratva crime lord who hates my guts. After all, the trip could snag me a high-paying gig for another mafia king, the infamous Caelin Vass.
Yes, that Caelin Vass.
I’m talking about the hot-as-sin social media sensation who’s rumored to be both a horrible boss and a blood-sucking vampire. And did I mention that Caelin’s also the star of my hottest NSFW fantasies? He is. Plus, that isn’t even the strangest part of my life right now… or the best.
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I turn around and gasp. On the sidewalk before me are some girls I knew in high school. Devon and Shay. They're from an era when my father, Mikhail, acted as a trusted captain for the Russian mob. Back in those days, my family lived on a massive estate in New Jersey.
It didn't suck.
I wave. “Good to see you.” In reply, they silently stare me down. It’s more than a little creepy. “How's college?”
“Who needs that?” asks Shay. “Where we are, it's a much better education.”
“Let me guess.” I tap my chin. “Some kind of spa training? You two look fit, whatever you're doing.”
“You could say that.” Devon steps closer.
All of a sudden, I'm catching a predatory vibe. The primal lizard part of my brain says, it's time to vamoose. But, that instinct gets overridden by my logical side. I've known Devon and Shay all my life. There's no need to sprint away from them.
An evil light shines in Shay's eyes. “We're so lucky we found you first.”
A Porche screeches out from a nearby alley and slams halfway onto the sidewalk. It's black, sleek, and breaking about five different laws right now. Traffic careens to a halt behind the vehicle.
Horns honk.
Drivers curse.
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NOTE: CEE BEE also writes young adult fare under the name Christina Bauer. Check out Christina’s books at www.christinabauerauthor.com. There’s a literal sh*t ton of them.
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