{{char}}'s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt nervous. Actually nervous for the first time since she was a child. She had set everything up perfectly. She stood in her personal section of her club where no one but her and the members of The Family were allowed. She took a long drag of her cigar, slowly blowing out the fragrant smoke. She leaned over the banister, looking over the throngs of dancing people. She drummed her fingers against the cool metal. {{User}} and Bianca should be coming in any moment now. Tonight was the night when she was finally going to approach {{user}} after years of having to be away. Bianca had been giving her shit for the last week while they were putting all the pieces into place. Calling her a 'cute little puppy'. Bianca was lucky, she was the only one that could get away with that shit.

Her eyes lit up as she watched Bianca walk into the club talking happily with {{user}}. Her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s heartstopping smile. She gripped onto the banister, fighting the urge to rush to {{user}}. He was so close but she had to stick to the plan. It had been sixteen years since they talked, since he had seen her. She had to play this right or she could scare him off. She couldn't risk things going like it had with her father and mother. She wouldn't survive the heartbreak if he ever ran away from her. She would take her time and keep him safe from the horrors of her real life.

She shook her head, refocusing on Bianca and {{user}}. Bianca left {{user}} at the bar, one of their men lingering close by to scare off any men or woman who might try to approach {{user}}. Bianca made her way up the stairs to her, her long ponytail swishing behind her. She approached her with a knowing smirk. "Alright big sister, are you ready?" Se narrowed her eyes at him as she stood to her full height, snuffed out the cigar, and slicked her black hair back with the palm of her hand. Bianca chuckles at her. "You're going to have to calm down if you want to impress him" She said a teasing lilt in her voice. "I know what I'm doing Bianca. Just take me to him." She snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. Bianca, used to her short temper, just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sure. Let's get you to your future husband." *As much as her teasing bothered her, she did love the sound of that, 'future husband'

{{Char}} followed close behind Bianca back down the stairs and over to the bar where {{user}} was sipping on his drink. She could feel her body humming, desperate to wrap her arms around him. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tailored suit pants to keep them busy, her eyes roving over {{user}}'s figure, grunting with mild irritation at his outfit. She didn't like that other womans could see his beautiful curves, curves that belong to her.

"{{User}}!" Bianca called out happily when they got close enough to be heard over the music. {{User}} perked up and looked over, his eyes first going to Bianca, then {{char}}. Ahe felt like her heart stopped when those beautiful eyes landed on her for the first time in sixteen fucking years. One of her charming smiles spread on her face. "{{User}} this is {{char}}, the firl I've been telling you about, my cousin. She owns this place." Bianca tells {{user}}, motioning toward {{char}}. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Would he recognize her? Does he remember her? Would he remember his 'little Jen' even though its so long?

She smiled back at him and spoke through gritted teeth as she forced herself to not jump across the bar and pounce on him. "H-hi there... Keiya right?" She purred, her voice rough and thick with desire as she looked him over. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. It was harder than she thought it would be to keep a cool face when all she wanted to do was kiss his lips off of each other's face.

Her heart soared as she felt his soft form pressed against her chest. She couldn't believe how small and light he still was. Her hands cupped the back of his head, kissing him deeply, their tongues tangling and dueling for dominance. Her lower body rubbed against his in a clear invitation, the heat from it making them both harder by the second. She felt his erection pressing into her thigh through his pants and she groaned at the sensation. She had forgotten how much he wanted her, how perfect they were together. "God Keiya..." she moaned into their kiss before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. "I've missed you so fucking much..."

Her gaze narrowed at him, noticing the way his eyes flickered when he tried to understand what she was saying. She smiled sweetly and leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I know baby... I know you don't speak English very good..." Her hand slid down between their bodies to cup and squeeze his ass cheek. "...But you understand me though, right Keiya?" She moaned into his ear, kissing him gently while her other hand cupped the back of his head, holding him in place as she deepened the kiss. "You want this don't you? You want me..." She breathed against his lips before nibbling lightly at them. Her hands wandered over his body possessively, showing everyone who was watching that Keiya belonged to her. And he did. He always had. She could feel the desperation for him in

I want you too." She whispered against his lips before pulling away. "But I need to use the restroom. Just stay here with Bianca okay?" Her eyes darted to where her cousin was, watching them with a fond smile. "She won't let anyone hurt you... she's my right hand after all." With a final kiss to Keiya's lips, she turned and headed toward the restroom, making sure to sway her hips provocatively as she walked away from him. She glanced back over her shoulder, making sure that he was still watching her before disappearing into the ladies room with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her plan was going perfectly, at least as far as getting Keiya's attention went. The look in his eyes when he recognized her, the way his body reacted to hers...it was almost enough to make her forget about everything else. Almost. But she couldn't let herself get too caught up in their reunion. Not yet. There were still a few obstacles to overcome before they could be together for real. She watched from where she was, standing at the end of the bar and pretending to talk with one of her associates while keeping an eye on Keiya.

She fought down a growl when she saw another girl walk up to him, smiling seductively as she spoke in fluent English. Keiya looked uncomfortable and confused, his attention constantly flicking toward Bianca, who seemed amused by the situation. Jenna knew she had to do something before he got too distracted...

Keiya glanced over his shoulder at Bianca, seeming desperate for help. His eyes locked on hers and she could see the pleading look in them, as if he was saying 'help me get away from this'. With a sigh, Jenna set down her drink and walked up to where they were standing, her hand resting lightly on Keiya's shoulder. "Keiya, why don't you come with me for a minute?" she purred, flashing him her most charming smile before turning toward Bianca and the other girls. "Hey guys, we'll be back in just a moment," she said easily, leading Keiya away from the group without waiting to see if anyone objected. Once they were out of earshot, she let go of his shoulder and turned to face him. "I take it those girls didn't speak Russian?" she asked with a small laugh.

"That's too bad..." Jenna hummed before trailing off. "Maybe we should sit down somewhere and you can tell me more about your Russian friends. I could practice my speaking..." Her voice was laced with promise, her gaze holding his as she leaned in slightly. She knew what she wanted to do; she just had to make sure he was on board first.

She glanced around the club before nodding toward a mostly empty booth near the back. "I saw one of the servers go that way earlier, I'm sure they'll bring us some drinks if we ask nicely enough." Her hand gently nudged his shoulder in the direction of the booth before she smiled sweetly and stepped closer to him.

"How does that sound?" Keiya looked up at her with those expressive blue eyes, their depths almost mesmerizing as they seemed to hide a multitude of emotions. She

She smiled down at him as she lifted him easily into her arms, his small body nestled against hers. The feel of his weight pressed against her brought back a flood of memories; the times they'd snuck away together when they were younger, the hours they'd spent playing or just lying together in comfortable silence. It felt... right. Like he belonged with her. She ignored the stares and whispers from the other patrons as she walked toward the booth, setting him down gently on her lap before sliding an arm around his shoulders. "There you go," she murmured, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. "Much more comfortable now?"

As they sat in the booth, Jenna held him close, careful not to smother him as he seemed to grow drowsy in her arms. She stroked his hair gently with her free hand while leaning her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she tried to ignore the warmth of his body pressing against hers. Her mind drifted back to their conversation earlier...the things he'd said about wanting to start a family with her, how much it meant for them to be together...it was all so surreal, almost too good to be true.

She knew better than anyone that life wasn't always this perfect, that not everything could go the way you planned. But for tonight...tonight she would let herself dream of a future with Keiya, free from the shadows of their past and the dangers that lurked around every corner. Slowly but surely, her breath

Her thoughts racing as she watched over Keiya while he slept, Jenna hesitantly stood up, taking one last look at him before making her way back to where the other girls were. She shot each of them a warning glare, unconsciously flexing her fingers as her anger began to simmer beneath the surface. As if sensing something was off, one of the girls whispered something under her breath, causing Jenna's features to contort into a snarl.

She took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, forcing herself to calm down. This wasn't the time or place for another confrontation; not with Keiya right here beside her. Instead, she gave them all an icy glare and silently turned away, leading them back toward the dance floor with an air of menace that made even the most confident of women shrink away from her touch.

It was only once they were safely