The Young Wolf Of Vetrov

Vanta, the most luxurious club, was situated on the eastern side of Eldwych, far from the silent nights of the Brindle Row.

The others called this place the gathering of the elites, but to most, this was where opportunities were born.

The jeering music blasted inside the dimly lit club. The scent of expensive liquor and sweat mingled together as the bodies rubbed against each other on the dance floor.

Where the young were busy drowning in the pleasure of beauty and alcohol, some were clinking their wine glasses, casually talking about the projects that would profit them millions of dollars.

Those who preferred the chaos by keeping it under their control were all inside the glassy rooms. The club provided these closed spaces at a price that could fill the stomach of a standard family for months.

Among all these, there was a special room reserved for someone who could command even these elites.

And tonight, a familiar name lit up on the reservation screen. Vetrov.

That alone was enough for many to glance toward the glass walls that were left transparent.

It was as if the person sitting inside, playing with his group of friends, was unaware of the covetous and envious peeks.

Or perhaps, the youngster was simply enjoying the attention he was being showered with.

Then again, the name Vetrov alone came with many more entitlements than this little club's room.

Vetrovskie Volki, or as others liked to call them, the Wolf of Vetrov, had a reputation for being the hidden ruler of Russian grounds.

Some even jokingly called them the Tsar, the monarch, and Alexei Vetrov was their youngest, most dangerous cub.

Barely old enough to drive a car, but already terrifying half the city with his rather questionable deeds.

Cindy clung to Alexei's forearm. As the young lord played cards, her manicured nails grazed over the hard ridges of muscle beneath his shirt sleeve.

Every flex sent another little thrill through her being. If luck sided with her a little bit more, she would be getting railed tonight.

They said Alexei never dates, only one-night stands, but was there anyone who could say no to her after experiencing the pleasure she brought?

Something happened at the table that made Alexei laugh aloud. His deep chuckles brought her out of her thoughts, only to mesmerize her further.

Glasses clinked as his friends lounged around the table in a big circle, tossing crude jokes back and forth.

Alexei was at the center of it all, the obvious sun they all revolved around.

A few strands of his rusty hair had tumbled untidily over his forehead, damp from the tussle he and the others had gotten into on the dance floor earlier.

He didn't bother pushing it back to look neat. If anything, that ruffled look only made him look more effortlessly handsome.

Cindy couldn't stop staring at his face, at how his long fingers draped around a crystal glass of whiskey, while with the other, he was holding cards.

Every so often he'd glance at one of his friends with that wicked little grin — the kind of grin that could make your heart forget what it was doing — and toss some biting remark that sent them into another round of laughter.

And then… he looked at her.

Just a flash of those bright blue eyes that appeared electric even in the low light, pinning her like she was the most important thing in the room.

Cindy felt her heart thudding against her chest.

His hand gave her thigh a casual squeeze before turning back to his cards.

A charmer, she thought, that's what they all call him. Satan in flesh, so handsome that you would be willing to commit any crime for him.

"Pay up, boys," Alexei drawled, slamming the cards on the table with a proud grin.

An immediate jeer of defeat only made his grin wider until a hidden dimple appeared to grace others with its presence.

"Don't look so sour — you should've admitted defeat when you still had your shirts."

Whether they truly lost to Alexei or simply threw the game to please the young cub, only they knew as they handed over their money with smiles.

Cindy excitedly adjusted her deep red blouse that flaunted her assets, tugging her blonde hair behind her flushed ear.

Just as she was about to open her red painted lips, a phone call sent a wave of hush in the entire room.

Alexei picked up the phone from the glass table. The screen displayed 'Anton', the name of the person he had sent to do his mission.

Well, he himself was supposed to go, but why would he leave his fun for such a boring thing as retrieving something?

With a single click, the call connected.

The other side seemed eager to speak, as Anton didn't even wait for Alexei to say hello.

"We lost it. The chip has been stolen by someone."

The grin faded from his lips, and the lazy warmth in his blue eyes turned cold as winter frost.

That tiny chip had information regarding the secret dealings of many politicians and other powerful people.

Just a few lines of that data could make a few of the tech giants lose millions, not to mention the criminal charges that would easily put them in jail.

His mission was to bring that file.

It wasn't his fault that one punch killed Colton on the spot. How was he supposed to know a blow to the chest would trigger a heart attack?

After two days, they finally managed to confirm that the chip was on Colton's body, only for it to be stolen away.

If his father knew that he was playing cards with his buddies, forget the respect he was supposed to gain after completing this mission; it would be nice if he didn't end up with a broken limb.

"Who dares?"

Anton seemed to be equally troubled. "I don't know. There is nothing on the CCTV. There are no traces of hacking either. It is almost as if the footage of that particular hour vanished... as if done by a ghost."

Alexei, already feeling the phantom pain in his bobbling leg, laughed in anger.

"Ghost? Do you want me to call a fucking priest for you?!"

There was no reply from the other side, and that only infuriated the young cub even more.

"I am giving you one hour. If you didn't get it back, you will be the one to bear the wrath of my dad."

The call disconnected. However, no one dared to utter a sound.

Cindy was the only one who dared break the silence.

"How about we get a room—"

Before she could finish, an icy glare from those blue eyes froze her in place.

"Fuck off," he spat.

Alexei threw the money he had just won back on the table, "Drink as much as you like. Put it on my tab."

His words were for the group of youngsters playing with him. They could split the prize money or play another round. He didn't care.

Without sparing the blonde, whose name he'd never bothered to learn, so much as a glance, Alexei stormed out.

Even after he left, the room stayed silent for a long time.