Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (19 page)

My body is jostled and I shoot straight up in my seat, only to discover we are landing. My heart rate spikes; I feel as though something must be wrong. There is no way we have already made it to the United States. I look to my right and see that Radimir is still sleep. My eyes dart to the men ahead of us.

“What’s happening?” I ask in a panic, my voice louder than normal.

“We have encountered some kind of trouble. We are stopping in Liberia so that the pilot can check things out,” Sasha says without even turning around to face me.

Liberia
? Why on earth would we even be near Liberia?

“Radimir.” I shake him but he doesn’t move.

I start to panic and shake him more violently, but he is still. I place my hand on his chest and am relieved when his chest rises and falls. At least he is still alive.

“Sasha, Dima. Radimir will not wake,” I cry out. They don’t rush to his aid.

“Good,” Dima growls.

Panic surges through my body. I start to sweat as the plane lands and my eyes search for the flight attendant, but she is nowhere to be seen.

“Up, girl,” Sasha orders.

I look up at him, and for the first time, I really look into his eyes. They are dead. Completely soulless. I shiver before I slowly stand up.

“What have you done to him?” I ask as he wraps his big hand around my bicep.

“Just some drugs. He’ll wake with a big fucking headache and no pussy at his side,” Sasha laughs cruelly. I begin to shake with disgust.

“Our boss waits,” Dima says with a smirk. He and Sasha drag me out of the plane and toward a smaller one waiting.

“No,” I cry out, trying to twist out of their strong holds.

“Do not fuck this up for me, girl. I stand to make a nice penny for your scrawny ass,” Sasha barks.

Dima doesn’t even try to order me to be still. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, walking me into the plane and unceremoniously dropping me onto the floor. I keep my eyes screwed shut, afraid to open them as I hear the door close and then lock.

My heart starts to shatter inside of my chest. My Radimir is alone on an airplane; and when he wakes, I will not be there. Tears begin to fall as a firm thumb and forefinger are placed on my chin, lifting my face. I slowly open my eyes to see who is touching me. I gasp in surprise.

“Surprise,” the man says in front of me.

Though I have only met him once, I remember him and have heard his praises sung often by both Haleigh and Maxim.

Dimitri
.

“Dimitri,” I breathe.

He smiles widely as the plane taxis down the runway. Without speaking, he lifts me up and places me in a seat, buckling me in before he himself sits.

“
Shocked
? I can read your mind,” he grins. I shake my head.

“How?
Why
?” I ask, looking around to see Sasha and Dima grinning at me as well.

Sasha adjusts himself in his pants and I avert my attention back to Dimitri’s face.

“Simple. I loved Maryia and she didn’t want me. Do you know how that feels? To finally find your match and they don’t return the same feelings?” he yells in my face. I try so very hard not to flinch, but I fail.

“Then perhaps she was not for you, Dimitri?” I question. I regret it immediately, watching as his face screws up, turning bright red.

“
She was meant for me, Emiliya
. She had been tortured, used for her body, and degraded. She was fucking
meant for me
,” he grinds out.

“I thought you were together? I thought she did like you? That is what Haleigh told me,” I say, hoping to steer him toward a less fanatical state.

“She wasn’t ready for my cock,
ever
. She teased. She kissed me and walked around in barely there clothing, but she would always tell me she wasn’t ready for more. She was exactly like
Klavdia
. Using me like Klavdia used Radimir. I had to get rid of her. Too bad her new owner was a sadist and fucked her up, killing her with his perversions,” he laughs manically.

I can’t help the tear that escapes my eye as I think of the torture poor Maryia did nothing to deserve—
again
.

“Now I take from Radimir and Maxim by taking you. Haleigh is my friend, I would never hurt her, but you are fair game. It will hurt the whole
Bratva
in the end. Which is good for me, since they are the reason Maryia was too damaged to want me.” His announcement startles me.

I wonder what kind of depravity this man has suffered in his past to turn him into such a despicable person. Nobody is simply born cruel and fucked up. My father certainly wasn’t; he was created by my sadistic grandfather.

“What do you gain for this?” I ask out of sheer curiosity.

“Power, revenge for Maryia, and revenge for Haleigh being taken from me. I fell in love with two women who did not want me. Two women who needed protection and a man, yet they would not accept me. Haleigh I understood; but Maryia was so fucking damaged, she should have been grateful for my affections.” He takes a breath before he turns and focuses on me intensely. I feel my body quake with fear at the evil I see lurking. How Haleigh and Maxim could think of him as a friend, I will never know.

“The men high in this organization think that they can dictate everything. Do you realize the money that we made off of the women we sold? I didn’t know until I started researching after Haleigh was stolen. I want it all, so I am going to start small, work my way up, and eventually I’ll be able to rub it in all of their faces. I took their women, I sold them, I used them for my gain, and they will not be able to do a fucking thing about it. Now, Sasha is looking fairly lonely. Why don’t you go service his cock for a while,” he calmly orders. I widen my eyes in surprise.

“Go, or I’ll let him fuck you. I’ll enjoy the show, too. Turning a perfect little
printsessa
into my personal whore. Feels good. I think I am going to enjoy this immensely. I should have done this years ago.”

I make no move toward Sasha, who is currently unzipping his pants and pulling himself out, stroking his cock as his eyes focus on mine. I am terrified, embarrassed, and in shock.

I feel a sting in the back of my head before I realize that Dimitri has his hand wrapped in my hair. He stands, pulling me up, and then drags me by my hair toward Sasha. I feel like my hair is being pulled out by the roots before he drops me at Sasha’s feet.

“Suck his cock and do a good fucking job at it. You should thank me for not letting him in your pussy right now,
printsessa
.” He laughs.

I look at him in silence, still wondering how could this man before me be the wonderful Dimitri that Haleigh has told me so much about? The man who helped her stay sane, and even helped her with Maksimilyan when he was a newborn?

This man is truly a monster.

“
Fucking thank me, you whore
,” he screams.

I do. I quietly tell him thank you before I turn to Sasha.

I close my eyes and open my mouth, unable to find a way out of the situation. I am in the confined space of the airplane with three large men. I have no weapon and nowhere to run.
I am fucked
. If I don’t suck Sasha’s cock, I will literally be
fucked
. I do my best to breathe through my nose and keep my vomit at bay while I suck the cock of a man Radimir trusted to protect me.

Once Sasha has violated my mouth, Dimitri orders me to the man next to him, Dima.

“I want her pussy,” Dima announces, his soulless eyes focused on mine. I turn my head to the side, unable to look at him a second longer.

“I will be the first to take her pussy and her ass, Dima. You may have her mouth as a show of good faith. The other girl at the house will be more than willing to open her legs for you,” Dimitri offers. Dima just grunts, unzipping his pants.

Before he pulls himself out, he leans in close to me. “I will have that little cunt of yours,
printsessa
. Make no mistake about that. I plan on fucking you so long and so hard, you bleed all over my cock. Then I’ll make you suck it off of me,” he vividly informs me.

I shiver at the thought while he sits up and laughs. My stomach knots and rolls thinking about the things he’s just told me.

“You will definitely need to train her, Dimitri,” Dima laughs as he pulls himself out. I do as I am forced to do. Dima is rougher with me, gagging me until tears fall from my eyes. I gasp for air once he is finished.

I fall to the floor of the plane, unblinking, just staring off into space.

I am no longer Emiliya Ivana Zaleskya.

I am now a whore to be used for these men’s enjoyment.

I let that fact wash over me.

I am angry and disgusted with myself. I should have fought. I should have never allowed myself to be used in such a way, but I feel so helpless.

Maybe this had always been my fate.

My father made sure to raise a subservient woman. It never mattered what I wanted. All that mattered was what he told me. I should count myself lucky and blessed to have had a taste at what life could have been like for me with a good man at my side—a man that would cherish, and even possibly love me one day.

As the plane touches down in South Africa, I know my nightmare is only beginning. Yet, all I can think about is Radimir and how upset he must be to find me gone.

Maybe one day he will find me.

I hope not.

I will be too broken to be the seductress he remembers. I hope that he finds another woman to give him the children he desires. The family he wishes to love.

A single tear rolls down my cheek at the thought of another woman carrying his children.

I
DON’T KNOW WHAT
I envisioned when we arrived at what would now be my new home, but this was not it. It is a quiet, suburban style street with larger homes spread out. I can imagine children playing in their front yards, oblivious to what horrors this all-white, two-story home assuredly hold.

The yard is green and beautifully landscaped, with tall trees and full shrubs. Dimitri wraps his hand around my elbow and practically drags me into the house. I notice, behind some thick shrubbery, that there is also a swimming pool in the back of the home.

Once inside, Dimitri doesn’t slow his gait. He continues to walk swiftly toward a hallway and up some stairs. Without much resistance from me, he flings me into a bedroom. I slide on my hip across the sleek, wood floors of the room and wince when the door slams shut. As quickly as possible, I stand and run to the door. Grasping the handle, I try to twist it open.

“I wouldn’t even try,” a girl says from the corner, in perfect American accented English. I turn to face her.

The girl is young, perhaps only eighteen years old, with long blonde hair and big, crystal blue eyes. She is also very thin and dressed in only a sheer black tank top and what appears to be bikini style black panties.

“Where are we?” I ask in English. At least I have been taught the language, thanks to Oliver and Haleigh.

“I like to refer to it as hell.” She smiles sadly, her pink, full lips showing no teeth.

“My name is Emiliya,” I offer, walking over to her and sitting beside her with my back against the wall.

“Ashley,” she says softly. I gasp quietly in surprise.

“You are Yakov’s?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

This is the woman that was taken from my brother. This is the woman he has been searching for and so worried over—the woman he has fallen for.

“You know him?” she asks, her blue eyes wide.

I look at her again in a new light. I see it now. She is small and fragile, like a little
farforovyye kukly
–
porcelain doll
.

Yakov is a protector by nature; he always has been. This frightened girl is perfect for his protection, not to mention exquisitely beautiful and exactly his type.

“I am his sister,” I admit. I then watch her eyes fill with tears.

“I miss him,” she whispers. I don’t respond. I am unable to say anything in response. I don’t want to think about Radimir, about Yakov, about the promise of the life that was laid ahead of me.

We sit in silence for what seems like hours, our hands linked and our faces staring straight at the door until I can’t stand another second of it.