Bratva Vows Complete Box Set_ A Dark Mafia Romance - SR Jones Page 0,2

am not hiding away under clothing that’s too big and keeping my hair slicked back and greasy. He likes petite blondes.

I’m a five-feet-two petite woman who, with my baggy trousers and flattened breasts, has the figure of a slim boy.

I look drab. I know enough about men to understand when I make the effort, I can turn heads. One day, when his latest mistress is done with and he’s casting around for a new companion, I hope to turn Allyov’s head.

Until then, I try to stay invisible. Now, two of these bastards are looking at me. The big lug who is nearly always at Allyov’s side takes out a packet of cigarettes and offers one to Andrius, who shakes his head.

“Go and get someone to clean this mess,” the thug orders me with a jerk of his chin toward the kitchen.

“Yes, sir,” I say with relief.

His eyes don’t linger on me at all. Like I thought, these men like their women busty, glamorous, and dripping in makeup, perfume, and jewelry.

I head inside without turning, but I swear Andrius’ eyes burn a hole in my back as I go. It’s a relief when the door snaps shut behind me.

“Can anyone spare a moment to clean up the ice outside the back door?” I ask one of the chefs.

He snorts and ignores me.

Crap. I go to one of the senior waitresses I know a little.

“Can you get one of the kitchen boys to clean up the ice outside the back door?” I ask her.

She turns to me, but then her order is slammed down on the serving hatch, and she flashes me an apologetic smile with a shake of her head.

“Excuse me.” I turn to one of the other chefs who gives me a look of utter disdain. “Can you send someone out to clean the ice near the back door?”

“No. Why is it your concern anyway? You’re needed back out there; orders will be ready, and you aren’t there to take them. You slack like this and you’ll be getting the sack before too long.”

“But—”

“It’s a hot night; it will melt,” the fat chef tells me.

I’m torn between pushing it with the chef, which might get me the sack, or denying an order from one of Allyov’s henchmen. I decide the henchman is scarier.

“It’s not safe,” I press.

“Says who?” the chef scoffs at me.

“Says me.” The deep voice behind me has me whipping my head around.

Andrius stands there calm and cool as a glacier.

The chef straightens and flushes.

“The lady here nearly fell, and if Allyov decides to go out the back door, he could slip; then where would you be?”

“I’ll get on it right away, sir.” The chef turns and shouts to a lad washing the pots, ordering him to go out and sluice the ice away.

“Thank you.” I dip my head at Andrius who says nothing; he simply watches me with those scary eyes of his.

Eyes of a wolf, not a man.

He’s the real predator. Those other men may be hard, they may even be evil, but this one here? He’s the dangerous one. The one to avoid.

“I better get back to work,” I say.

He doesn’t reply, simply watches me walk away, and I feel his eyes on me all the way to the door out into the dining area.

Shit, shit, shit.

The rest of my shift passes uneventfully. Andrius takes a seat at Allyov’s table, where he refuses food but takes a glass of vodka. Unlike the others, he doesn’t have it in a small glass, neat, but in a heavy tumbler with ice. He sips at it and leans back in his chair, watching the restaurant around him.

I’m paranoid and ultra-aware of his presence, but after a bit, I relax. Every time I risk a glance his way, he’s not looking anywhere near me. By the end of my shift, my legs are aching, but it’s been a great night so far as what I want, which is information on Allyov.

I overhear one of the local girls, the ones who hang around in the bar area hoping to catch a mobster’s eye, talking. It turns out the old pervert might be getting fed up of his mistress, what with her being all of twenty-five.

He likes his women young and innocent. He is married, of course, and his wife is ten years younger than him. His current mistress, at mid-twenties, is less than half his age. He apparently plucked her from a state foster home when she was sixteen, set