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Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess

"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside." My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head. I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever. I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave. He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time. I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.
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Chapter 1

"What would you choose, a man who would die for you, or a man who would kill for you?"

Misha POV

"Miss, vy ne mozhete etogo sdelat'"

("Miss, you can't do that.")

The hulk of a man in front of me and behind the wheel said, and I just ignored him as I thought about what my friend Sonya was suggesting.

I have never done that before, and honestly, it might be.... hmmm, refreshing from this stiff, boring life of mine. 

I thought deeply as I bit my lower lip while the man in the front gritted his teeth in annoyance. I know because I heard them even though he was facing the road.

"C'mon, Misha, you didn't want to have a birthday party like every year and wanted to try something new, and honestly, what I'm suggesting is just perfect."

Sonya said in a begging but daring voice and I mulled the thought again cause she wasn't wrong.

"Your father won't like that, miss, and honestly, I don't either. So please let us go back home."

My bodyguard Artem said, and I rolled my eyes while focusing on him as he drove.

"I will do whatever the fuck I want, my father gave me the green light and specifically said go knock yourself off."

I said, then nodded my head at Sonya, making her scream in happiness because I was going to do it. No one dares me.

"Artem, please take us to Sonya's strip club."

I ordered the man, and I saw his body go rigid, but he didn't say anything because it was not his place to do so.

My father gave him to me to protect me and cater to all my needs, and that is it. If I told him to stop the car and just stand in the middle of the road for me to run him over, he would.

And in about fifteen minutes, we were there, and we got out of the car, my body buzzing from all the excitement.

"Misha, are you sure about this? I mean, your father won't like it, I think."

Suzan, our friend who is mostly silent and barely says anything, said as she gave my bodyguard a fleeting look, making him nod his head in approval.

"Nah, he never gets mad at me. Besides, I have that ox to protect me, so don't be a pussy and let us do it."

I said as I followed Sonya, who led us to the VIP entrance, and the bouncers there let us in without saying a single word.

"I know how much he loves you, but this....this is different, anything can happen. Here are all kinds of people, we might....someone might......"

Suzan spoke again in a shaky voice and I understood what she wanted to say, but honestly, nothing will change my mind now.

"Look, do you see this gun? And this, do you see how big and full of muscles this man is?"

I said as I showed her Artem's gun and showed her his packed stomach. The man was built like a tank.

I mean, even the bouncers in this club fade beside him; nothing and no one can even look our way.

I waved at her dismissively, then focused on the place, looking around with a huge smile on my face.

I'm not new to this kind of life, but at the same time, I don't indulge myself because it is not my thing.

I might have been a mafia girl, but we have rules too. My father wanted me to have my degree and then focus on building a career. He isn't like those mafia bosses you see on TV, the ones who marry their daughters off to create alliances or force them into this life. He prefers that I have a happy, simple life, and he will find an heir for him, maybe a distant cousin or something, because I'm an only child.

"So it will go like this. You will change your clothes into something sexy, and I will find you a vip client. Your mission is to get something from him. Be it a black card, ring, or a watch, anything that is expensive."

Sonya said, and I grinned at her. The bitch was daring me to strip dance and seduce someone wealthy, and I would do it on one condition.

"If I win, you will do whatever I tell you, do you agree?"

I said, licking my lips and waiting for her answer, even though I knew that she would agree, I needed to hear it and let the other two be my witnesses.

"OK, as long as it is not something outrageous like running naked in the street." She said, and I giggled because this was stupid; what I was about to ask from her was way simpler and easier.

"Nah, you will just fuck Artem, that is all." I said, grinning again, and a laugh escaped me when I saw my bodyguard blink at me in surprise, and then his nostrils flared from anger.

"It is up to you to decide, I'm not gonna force you to do it." I said as I turned around and left the fuming man behind me. I know he would never do it, but this was my way to get him back.

He has been a pain in my ass for a few months now, and I don't know why.

He watched what I eat, drink, or wear. He put pressure on me as we trained. He even asked the men in the mansion to annoy me whenever they got the chance, and we ended up fighting each time.

And whenever I went to my dad to complain, he told me to suck it up and just listen to whatever that nasty fucker said. Sometimes I think that Artem is my half-brother or something because my dad loves him so much.

I sighed, then I watched myself in the mirror after I wore what one of the girls handed me.

I admired my figure and my pale complexion in the mirror, then turned around a couple of times. I think it is time for me to get a tan.

But overall, this flimsy fishnet thing was cute, and it highlighted my curvy body.

I came out of the dressing room, and the girls had different reactions. One had her hand over her mouth in surprise, then her face went tomato red.

While the other was screaming and saying nonsense, I think she liked what I was wearing.

While the ox man was blinking at me in disbelief, his mouth opened a couple of times, but nothing came out.

"C'mon, I found a room for you. He is one of our regulars, but let us hide your face first. I know I was the one who dared you to do it, but I don't want anyone to know your identity."

Sonya said, and I just shrugged because I didn't care if the person inside knew me or not. This was a one-night thing, just for fun, but, I was very wrong.

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