Me:
Hey beautiful sister, do you want a ride and a place to crash tonight since we’re going out?
We didn’t file any charges against her. Tate wanted to, but I refused to on my part and he followed suit. Elaina still got her license suspended for a while, since she was a dumbass and drove while drinking. The judge let up some, but not completely. Thank God for Tate’s connections or it probably would have been a lot worse for her.
Eliana:
No thanks Viktor just texted me and said he was on his way.
Me:
Already? London told me 9:30
Eliana:
Yes he wants to have dinner first.
Me:
OOOHHHHH!!! Have fun. I’ll see you soon!
Eliana:
I will. Smooches. Favorite sister, ever.
Me:
Ever, Ever!
I close out of Elaina’s message box, with a large smile on my face. Pulling up Avery, I’m confident I already know her answer.
Me:
Hey babe, you want a ride and a place to sleep after the club tonight?
Avery:
You know this! I’ll be over to your casa about 9ish?
Me:
Awesomesauce!
Avery:
Just like me!
Me:
Lmao yep!
I turn the screen off, slipping the phone into my pocket. Now that I have everything as far as rides and who all is going taken care of, it’s time for me to get dressed. That’s always the hardest part for me. I strive to find a balance of sexy and classy.
I skip to the bedroom, excited to finally see all of my friends at once, since it’s been awhile. Sure enough, Mr. GQ himself is going through his closet like a mad man. My own closet has grown considerably in size as well.
I think Tate has a shopping addiction. To him it’s all normal because he grew up like this. I grew up shopping at Walmart and looking for sales. Huge difference. Once he found out the sizes of my clothes and shoes, random shit just started to show up at the house all of the time.
It all started with Victoria’s Secret because he knows I love their stuff. That changed, growing into shoes and now, it has progressively gotten to him buying absolutely everything. He blames it on me, saying I don’t have enough stuff, while I tell him he has too much.
I’m not really upset though, I love having him spoil me. I try to give him a hard time about it, but also make sure he knows I’m grateful. Today’s delivery consisted of a silver bracelet and matching necklace, both with my initial on them, which I love! In fact I’m going to wear my new bracelet tonight.
Tate decides on a pair of dark wash regular/relaxed jeans that make his ass look fantastic. His ass is juicy enough in his boxer briefs; I always tease him that I could bounce a quarter off it. He pairs them with a white button-down shirt and rolls the sleeves up. Yum, he looks fantastic.
If he’s going to be that spiffy, then I’m going to hussy it up and wear a new dress he bought me. It’s a tight, short, red dress with a red lace overlay. I pick out a sexy, red lace G-string and a red lace push-up bra. Gotta help the girls out as much as possible and these push-up bras are perfect to give a little cleavage.
I snatch up a pair of leopard print heels. They have red bottoms on them that nicely match my dress. Tate said they would look sexy on me when the box showed up last week and I have to agree with him.
I slip the gorgeous shoes on to test out my walk. I get a little wobbly if they’re too high. I walk from one end of the closet and back. They don’t feel bad actually. Man, whatever these shoes are, they are freaking comfy for having such high heels on them.
Satisfied with my outfit, I fix my makeup in a smoky eye, black mascara and nude lipstick. There, all set and ready.
I make my way to the living room catching little whiffs of Tate’s cologne. He’s wearing the cologne that I love so much—Hugo Boss. I feel like I could walk behind him and just sniff him all day.
The doorbell chimes and Muffin starts barking excitedly. Awesome, that should be Avery.
As I walk to the front door, I pass the hall leading to Cameron’s door and hear loud, obnoxious female moans.
Well, fuck!
That’s definitely not London in there. That asshole is going to break her heart and I’m going to end up being evil for having to tell her about it. I don’t know what on earth he could be thinking right now, especially doing it here where everyone will notice.
Tate, Avery, Niko and I all ride in the Tahoe to the club. Much safer to all go together and have a designated driver. Plus I love having Tate and Niko when we go out, it makes me feel safe. Tate’s not huge, but he’s very strong, and Nikoli, well he’s huge.
We arrive at OO7, get settled in and I have to admit it’s way different tonight, than it was the first night we came. I love the fact that Tate owns the club. I never noticed it before, but we get treated extra well because Tate’s the Boss. If we want to hear a certain song it magically gets played pretty quickly after we request that we want to hear it.
One thing I have learned about my twin is that we are opposites, when it comes to partying. I prefer to dance but I rarely drink. I can have a good time without having alcohol.
Elaina though, is the crazy one. I thought London was bad! London likes to get sloshed and take off with guys she meets or whatever. Elaina is the type where her ass is dancing on top of the bar and doing body shots. Tate takes it all in stride. He’s obviously used to the party scene since he owns two clubs. Viktor, however, watches Elaina like a hawk. I think he wishes he would have become a Boss now.
Avery and Niko dance together and have fun. At least one set of our friends know how to co-exist easily.
Cameron is a no show right now, but I’m sure that’s for the best. He’s probably busy getting rid of his secret booty call from the house. I talked to Tate about it and I’m still not sure what to really do about it just yet.
Tate scoots closer to me in the VIP booth and kisses the tip of my nose, causing me to blink. “You doing okay, baby?” He murmurs next to my ear, so I can hear him over the thumping music.
I nod, grinning at him and drinking my water.
Avery approaches the table with Niko, huffing from dancing for a few songs, “No one else is here yet?” she questions, loudly.
“Nope, nobody except us and my sister!”
“That sucks!” Avery replies and downs her martini.
I glance over toward the entrance and London finally comes through the door. She’s all dolled up, looking like the old London, before she came to Tennessee and got used to T-shirts and boxer shorts. She’s got on a black ‘pin-up girl’ style dress, that’s covered with little red cherries. London has her long, black hair down, her face all painted up with her red lipstick and she’s in some sky high red shoes. She looks so freaking hot!
I stand up and wave at her, so she knows where we are. I see someone come up behind her, but can’t make him out. She’s already tall, throw on some really high shoes and she towers over a lot of people. The guy puts his arms through her arms, from behind her, resting them against her stomach, as they walk leisurely.
Oh My God, I’m going to kill Cameron! She reaches down and threads her fingers through his, leading him to the VIP section.
They make it to the top of the stairs and I about fall out of the booth.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, but no one hears me.
That’s definitely not Cameron Wentworth! Hell no, she went to the extreme opposite. This man has a short, trimmed, black beard, black hair in a faux hawk and light grey eyes. He’s probably six foot and built muscular, like a brawler. He’s covered in tattoos from his neck down to his fingers.
My mouth waters as I check him over. She did damn good this time. The new guy is wearing faded, loose fit jeans, black motorcycle boots and a plain black T-shirt. Sweet Jesus, I feel like I need to high-five London right now. This new guy fits her pin-up self, like they were made for each other.
She makes it to the table, standing in front of us, smiling widely. “Hey guys, this is Cain. Cain, this is everybody!” London yells and he laughs, gazing at her like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
“Hi, Cain, nice to meet you.” I do a little wave like a dork, greeting him with a friendly smile and Tate just nods at him. Ah, he’s definitely in The Boss mode.
“’Sup.” He nods at us both, and goes quiet.
They get settled in the booth, with Cain sitting on the outside, and London next to me, while Avery and Niko dance some more.
Tate looks away and I give London a thumbs-up and a huge smile, “Jackpot, friend!” I nod towards the hottie sitting next to her.
“Fucking right!” she hollers back and grins.
Well, looks like London’s back to her normal self. Everything’s going great, we’re having fun at the table, screaming out the lyrics to ‘American Woman’ by Lenny Kravitz and generally just being silly. None of us are really drinking, I think we all just wanted to be out and about. Elaina has been doing body shots from the bar and Viktor has been silently watching the entire time, fuming.
London pulls my attention away from my sister, “So, I have a secret! Well it’s not mine, it’s Cain’s.”
“Okay, what is it?” I ask bluntly, she knows I am too nosey.
“Cain is a nickname! Do you remember a boy we went to school with named Brandon Meeks?” London leans over and whispers loudly in my ear.
“Yeah, of course! Didn’t he like move in sixth or seventh grade or something?” Where’s she going with this?
“Yes, exactly! That’s who Cain is! He and a bunch of his friends rode into town for a few days to take care of a couple things.”
“Wait, they rode in on motorcycles?”
“Yes!” She beams, excitedly. “Isn’t it awesome? I have so much to tell you, this isn’t the first time Cain and I have seen each other. We actually started talking again before I came out here, when I was still in Texas. I’ll fill you in on everything when we have a minute and it’s not so loud, okay?” She looks at me excitedly.
“Okay, sounds good!” Sounds like she has a lot she needs to tell me, besides this mess with Cameron. Since when did London stop talking to me about everything? I don’t know whether to be upset or sad. I know I’ve been really busy spending time with Elaina and Tate, but I need to talk to her more. She’s my best friend and I’m not being a very good friend to her, if I don’t know what’s going on. I am happy to see she’s not moping around over Cam, though. London spilled a drink, so Cain headed over to the bar with her for something to clean it up with.
Well speaking of, Cameron treks up the stairs to the VIP and gazes around, looking straight for London. When he finally spots her, he looks murderous. I had told Tate about what I heard from Cameron’s door and that things might get awkward between him and London.
I elbow Tate enough to get his attention, “Sugar Dimples, Cam just showed up and he looks pissed. You might have an altercation if you don’t go and get him.”
I point over towards Cameron and Tate’s beautiful hazel eyes narrow to find Cameron storming toward London and her new beau.
Oh man.
Cain looks like he would rip Cameron apart if shit gets started. Why can’t we just have one night where we can all be together and not have some kind of drama?
Tate jumps up, quickly making his way to Cameron. He intercepts Cam before he can end up getting too close to London. Cain watches everything, perked up, looking like he’s ready to mop the floor with Cameron, if needed.
Elaina flops down in the booth next to me, huffing, irritated, “I just heard Viktor’s freaking going around telling any guys that want to approach me, that I’m his! Can you believe this asshole?” I look at my sister and burst out laughing. She has no idea what she’s into.
“Oh God, Elaina, just give in. If he’s going around and claiming you to other men then you’re as good as his. Trust me on this; I have already fought this battle with Tate. Viktor will drive you absolutely mad until you realize that you love the idiot too much, to let him go.” If Viktor wants her, he’s bound to get her eventually.
Konstantin would go nuts if both of his sons were to settle down and embrace the Russian Mafia as much as he wants them to. Tate has discussed with me that he has been moving more and more toward Mafia business only. He said it’s important since it will affect my life as well. I’m not worried though, I know my man will make a great Big Boss if it comes to that.
Elaina rolls her eyes, arguing, “Whatever, he can try all he wants, but it’s not happening.” I just smile and nod, yes, my dear sister, it looks like it will happen.
She has no clue that this is exactly how the Ginzburg men work. They see what they want and go after it until it’s theirs. Tate’s momma, Vivi, told me all about Konstantin chasing her back in the day. I guess their marriage was more of an arrangement, but according to her she didn’t make it easy for him at all.
I gaze over toward Tate, Cameron is yelling and gesturing with his hands. London’s just smiling at Cain and acting like Cam doesn’t exist. I know inside she loves it that he’s so furious! After a few beats, Tate wraps his arm around Cameron’s shoulders, trying to calm him down.
My sister gets torn up off a few more shots she does and Viktor has to practically carry her out of the club. He chastises her but you can see he enjoys getting the chance to take care of her. I offer to let her come home with us but he isn’t letting anyone near her. I think it’s adorable. I know Viktor will take good care of her and make her life easier. After seeing how hard she works and how little she has, she deserves her life to be a little easier and happier. I don’t know everything but we have talked a lot about how different each of our lives were growing up, and hers was very hard. I wish I would have had the chance to have her by my side growing up. I think my life would have turned out a lot differently, as would hers. She doesn’t know it yet but Tate’s giving her time off so she can come with the family to Russia for Christmas. I guess Viktor had asked Tate before I even had a chance to.