Dismissed (Smirnov Bratva Book 4) Read online

  Copyright T.L Smith

  Dismissed by T.L Smith

  Book 4

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  Dismissed

  “To send someone away”

  Dictionary

  Pakhan – Mob Boss

  Bratva – Russian Mafia

  Sasha's Dilemma (Dilemma #1)

  Adam’s Heaven (Dilemma #1.5)

  Sasha’s Demons (Dilemma #2)

  Krinos (Take Over #1)

  Kalon (Take Over #2)

  Kratos (Take Over #3)

  Pure Punishment (Standalone)

  Antagonize Me (Standalone)

  Degrade (Flawed #1)

  Twisted Perception (Flawed #2)

  Black (Black #1)

  Red (Black #2)

  White (Black #3)

  Distrust (Smirnov Bratva #1)

  Disbelief (Smirnov Bratva #2)

  Defiance (Smirnov Bratva #3)

  Lovesick (Standalone)

  Lotus (Standalone)

  A heart is something that should not be entrusted to me.

  I will tear, crush, and destroy it with my very own hands.

  Then back away with a smile on my face.

  It’s who I am—a killer, a player, a joker.

  But hers, I’m unsure about.

  Do I want to rupture and rip it from her chest?

  Or do I want to hold and capture it with my own?

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Two Months Ago

  Samara

  The night was not going according to plan, everything in my life was not going according to plan. I was over it. I was drunk. Two drinks was all it took for my feet to want to lift from the floor and lay up on my nice soft bed to sleep. That was definitely what I wanted and needed.

  Instead, I was stuck at a club which was so packed my eyes started to blur. Or was that from the alcohol? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care nor was I concerned for the people I was here with. How did I end up being dragged here with a bunch of people I only speak to when I’m taking my clothes off?

  Fuck! The life of a stripper.

  A hand landed on my lower back as I decided I needed air. My body sprung forward—that hand was unwelcome—the touch not of a delicate woman’s hand who I was expecting. Scowling, I turned around and a man who looked about as drunk as I was, was raising his eyebrows at me. Then he proceeded to look me up and down like a piece of meat. There was not one ounce of class in his look or even any type of sex appeal for that matter.

  Gosh, what I wouldn’t have given to be fucked hard right at that moment.

  Shaking my head, I stepped backward. My heels, which were extremely high, landed on something soft. A groan followed that padding beneath my heel. A set of hands were on my hips lifting me—literally lifting me in the air to remove me from the padding. Turning around the moment my heels touched the floor, I came face to face with a man who oozed sex appeal. I could smell the sex oozing from him. Then he opened his mouth, and my finger shot up to shut him up.

  “Fuck me!”

  I shook my head as my finger touched his mouth. “You… you fuck me?” I asked in my best sultry voice. I really needed sex, and well, he had to be the best-looking man I’d seen in a very long time, or ever. It dripped from him.

  He didn’t tell me no. Instead, he took my hand and started pulling me through the crowd.

  My heels felt heavy, but my pussy was throbbing. For him.

  Fuck.

  How long had it been? Six months?

  Shit! I think it had been a year.

  You’d think being a stripper I would be having sex whenever I pleased because let’s face it the market was there. But unfortunately for me, I was picky. Lucky for this man, though, he was my top pick. Honestly, he would be in my top five of hottest men.

  Gosh, and I just told him to fuck me.

  It must have been the alcohol. Generally, I never drank. Ever.

  There was a reason for that, and this wasn’t it.

  Why did I drink so much tonight? Because sometimes my life was just too much, that’s why.

  The cold air hit my skin as he walked up to a shiny black car. I looked down at my dress thinking, Am I too dirty to get in it? The gorgeous car seemed too clean and too expensive for my ass, and even more to the point, my ass had never sat on something worth the price tag of this exceptional vehicle.

  No words left my mouth as he ushered me in, then he shut the door and walked around to his side sliding in and starting up the car. My mouth opened and closed to say something, but instead I shook my head. This was a one-night stand, and one-night stands happened all the time. I’d had a one-night stand before—maybe not with someone who looked quite like this man, though.

  “Name?” he asked me, breaking my thoughts.

  “Jade,” I lied, it fell straight from my lips so easily.

  “Anton,” he said, pulling the car to a stop.

  The house was a mansion. It was huge, possibly the biggest I’d ever seen.

  Anton slid out while I continued to sit in the car. While looking up—my eyes probably bulging from my head at the sight before me—he walked around to my side, opened the door and offered me his hand.

  “We fucking?” His words were vulgar, but truthful.

  I infinitesimally shake my head. Isn’t this what I came here for?

  Offering him my hand, he pulled me out and into the house. The minute the door shut behind me, he was on me. Anton’s hand was in my hair, his other on my ass squeezing it tightly. His lips were on mi
ne, kissing me, making me forget exactly where we were.

  Feeling the need to pull away and tell him I needed to leave, he pushed his body on mine, and the moment he came into contact all bets were off. I could feel him, right where I needed him—he was hard and I was wet.

  My hands started tugging at his shirt, then his pants. He obliged pulling at his clothes, then he drew my dress up as he lifted me. Both of his hands on my ass and his lips on my neck as he walked with me up the stairs and into a darkened room. I lost sight of him as his body disappeared, making me groan.

  A small desk lamp flicked on, and his naked body stalked toward me.

  Intimidating, was my first thought.

  Muscles, tattoos, more muscles, and that smirk? He was about to eat me alive, figuratively speaking.

  Hands everywhere.

  Tongues in places that made you scream out a man’s name.

  Kisses that brought you back down to earth.

  Then a cock that made you high as a fucking kite.

  Anton wasn’t soft, he wasn’t kind. He took, he gave, until we were both utterly exhausted.

  The moment he closed his eyes, and soft breathing left his mouth, I sat up and looked down at him.

  I could never have a man like him, I thought. I shouldn’t even try.

  So I left.

  Chapter 1

  Anton

  I’m going to kill him, that’s for sure. Death’s hand reaches up and hits the back of my head, hard. It’s the second time he’s done that.

  Deep breaths.

  Oh, fuck it! Turning around fast, my hand connects with his stomach. He bends, over losing his breath, then stands again going to repeat the same action on me. I jump back out of his reach and laugh at him.

  “Knock it off, you two. Fuck!” Viktor’s voice breaks our stare, and when we turn, they’re all watching us, laughing. Giving Death a hit to the arm, I walk off to sit down.

  Freya is speaking to Elina, and Pollie is sitting down waiting for Death to go back to her. The prick, I should have hit him harder. It started because I called him a cunt-stuffer, then he thought to shut me up he could smack the back of my head. Fucker!

  Looking around, everyone is coupled, literally everyone.

  I want to go and see her, I need to touch her.

  “You’re all coming with me.” I stare at the boys with a ‘don’t you dare look,’ and they all look up, apart from Death who’s now glued to Pollie, so I say, “You too, fucker.” Ah, that gets his attention.

  “If you’re chasing her again…” Viktor doesn’t finish. Instead he shakes his head then finishes with, “Man, give it up.”

  “Fuck off! I’m going to tap that ass tonight. I need backup to make me look cool and shit.”

  “Yeah, that’s right… and shit.” Death mimics my words but somehow turns them around on me, and now I want to punch the shit out of him again.

  “Go with him,” I hear Pollie say.

  Raising an eyebrow at Death I wait for him to tell her no, which I realize will never happen. He turns back and kisses her softly on the lips. Death isn’t soft unless it’s with Pollie.

  They all start standing and kissing their partners as they ready themselves to leave. I should feel left out, but I don’t. That isn’t me. However, I do want to see a sweet piece of ass tonight, and I plan to hit that ass hard.

  “Come the fuck on, I don’t have all damn night,” Viktor says while walking out.

  Kazier shakes his head at Viktor, who obviously doesn’t want to leave Freya.

  Viktor climbs in the driver’s seat as Kazier takes up the passenger seat next to him. Death and I scoot into the back as he starts the car.

  “Where to?” Viktor pulls out, and I give him the name of the strip club. He groans, but Kazier laughs and Death doesn’t say a word as we drive. The discussion is boring, nothing fancy and nothing worth my time to join in on the drive. The moment we arrive, my hand goes over my hair to smooth it out, making sure it’s perfect. Pulling my jacket up at the collar, I turn to see all eyes are on me and some are laughing. Death, of course, is just staring like I have a second head. I wonder if I should tell the bastard he does.

  Walking to the door first, they all follow behind. This isn’t our usual strip club, but this is the place she works so I’ve discovered.

  Finding her was easy. The name she gave me was false, of course, but seeing her that one night at the club made me want more. So I talked to the bartender, well, let’s just say my fists got the information out of him that I needed that Death couldn’t get for me.

  It’s been two months since I had her last, two weeks since I saw her last, and I still can’t get her out of my mind. She’s magic, or maybe that’s a magic pussy, but either way, she has me fascinated.

  I figure three times—three times is all I need from her. She must give herself to me three more times, and that should sustain me.

  Kazier pushes the door open and we walk in. It’s dark, and the first thing you see is the stage, where there’s a woman wearing only nipple covers on her tits. They all start walking to the bar, but I stay exactly where I am with my eyes searching for her.

  “A private room, perhaps?” a sultry voice asks next to me.

  Standing there next to me is a blonde with a gorgeous figure and huge tits. Shaking my head, I stop, look her over, and put on my lady-melting smirk. It gets them every time.

  “Is Jade working tonight?”

  The blonde blushes under all her make-up but manages to nod her head.

  Pulling out a wad of money, I place it in her hand and give her a panty-dropping wink. “I’ll wait for her in the room.”

  She doesn’t answer, just watches me.

  Behind her are the private rooms, so I walk into the first one available and close the door after me, dropping my butt on the loveseat across from the stage. A waitress walks in, dressed in more than the dancers, she takes my drink order, then she walks out and comes back straight away with my order. As she walks out again, the lights dim and the stage lights up.

  Pushing back and stretching my arms up behind my head, I make myself comfortable while waiting for Jade to step out on stage. I want to claim her just two more times. Use those times to rid her from my system, because there’s no way in hell I’m becoming one of those boys in there that are tied to one pussy for the rest of my life. That shit will not happen.

  While scratching my jaw she walks out with a blonde wig on her head, but it’s her. I recognize her with those tattoos on her hips, the way her breasts rise and fall on her chest, I know her only too well. Just from one night, one long, extraordinary night, I learned every inch of her.

  Jade doesn’t look down at me, but her hips start swaying to the music, her hands running along her gorgeous body, the same one I want my hands all over. Her fingers grip the pole, and she dips back, her blonde hair dropping down her back.

  “Lose the wig,” I say, waiting for her to answer or do so, but she does neither, choosing to ignore whoever called it out to her. When I grabbed her ass two weeks ago, she slapped me across the face and walked off. Now I’m keeping my hands to myself so she’ll come to me, because I know she will. I have the cash, and those bills tell me she will.

  The music picks up its beat and the short top that’s covering her tits comes off first as she grinds her body onto the pole. Jade stands back, walks to the end of the stage, and I can now see her clearly. She doesn’t once look straight at me. Instead, she chooses to look to the ground or behind my head as she drops her mini skirt, leaving her in only heels and a thin piece of material covering her pussy. She walks down the steps, a seductress in every stride until she reaches me.

  And that’s when she looks up, that’s when she notices me.

  Her hands pause on my chest, and her body stops moving. She was swaying, ready to give me my lap dance.

  “You,” she hisses. Jade goes to step back, but I have her trapped, my hands are on her ass, squeezing it just a little until her eyes go wide and she
slaps me across the face as she tries to pull back and away from me.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  She scowls at me, hisses even at my words. That’s when we both turn as someone coughs from the same room we’re in. All three boys are standing there watching us. No, watching her.

  My hands cover her ass which earns me another smack, this one lands across my chest. She pulls back as I turn to speak, taking advantage of my lack of attention and she manages to pull away. Jade smiles when she’s free, turns so I can see nothing but her ass. She nods her head while smiling to the boys, then turns back and grins at me as she departs the room. Leaving me hard and alone with only the three men.

  “Who’s going to rub one out for me since you fucked me up for getting laid?” I ask, pointing to my holy grail—my cock.

  Viktor throws a pillow at my head as he sits near me on the loveseat with his phone in hand, while Kazier looks around. Death stands there not impressed—then again when is he ever impressed?

  “Rub your own fucking cock,” Kazier grumbles as he walks back to the door, looks out and then back to me. “Who is she? Someone we should concern ourselves with?” His voice turns serious, and he’s asking if it’s more than what I usually have. He’s wanting to know if it’s going to turn into a Death and Pollie, or a Viktor and Freya.

  My hand rubs over my swollen cock, I need her fucking bad.

  “No, just a fuck,” I say, standing, walking past him and out the door. I spot her straight away. Her back is to me, and she’s talking to the blonde that sent her my way in the first place. The blonde spots me as I make my way over, her eyes go wide as my hand touches Jade’s shoulder. She turns straight away, looking at me and shrugging my hand off of her body.

  “You can leave the same way you walked in.” Jade’s hand is on her hip. She’s now half naked, only a singlet covers those delicious breasts. It’s a pity she’s covered them. My hands would love to fondle and explore.

  “Two more times, that’s all I need.”

  Jade’s eyes squeeze together in puzzlement, while she shakes her head.