His Sinful Desire

No! His thoughts betrayed him once yet again. Had this mind been an individual form, he would have clawed it all to a bloody pulp. Perhaps he should bash his fūcking brains out with a bat by his own hand. If only he didn't have a family to constantly defend.

Suddenly the glass of brandy shatters in his leather-gloved grip. Serving to obstruct him from his ever-darkening thoughts.

Yigor shoves the stripper off from his lap and vaults towards Vladimir's side.

"What the fūck?" He took ahold of his cousin's unharmed hand. His worried eyes rove over him.

"What's wrong with you tonight?"

"It's alright, I'll get Mister Nikolay another." The bartender piped in as he begin preparing behind the bar.

"It's fine." Vladimir's voice lets out roughened, husky. He clears his throat and looks around himself in the half-filled club. Gaze landed on a scantily dressed pretty redhead, swaying on the dance floor.

She winks at him and lewdly licks at her bottom lip. He diverts his glance away. Yigor follow