My Russian Beast: Standalone Billionaire Romance (18 page)

Seri couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had her brothers really said something like it? “Are you sure---” But her voice trailed off, the door slamming behind the four guys putting an end to their conversation.

Someone tapped her shoulder from behind, and Seri turned to find the other girl, Sam, smiling at her.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Sam asked sweetly. It had occurred to her that Seri was underaged, attending a drinking party. The Grachyov brothers would worship at her feet if she could get this brat home.

“Umm…” Seri bit her lip. She could go home, but---

Seri saw Finn still lounging on his seat, a coolly amused expression on his face.

Seri slowly shook her head. “No, thank you for the offer.”

Sam struggled to hold on to her smile. “It’s not right for you to be here.”

But to Sam’s consternation, the younger girl only shook her head. “I know, but I need to stay here.”

Sam’s brows shot up. “What for?”

“Just…because.”

Sam was tempted to drag the girl by the hair.
Shit. S
natching her bag from her seat, she told Finn, “I would leave, too, if I were you. This party’s going south as soon as one of her brothers hears about this.” Sam shot Seri a nasty look as she spoke, furious at the way the younger girl had foiled her plans.

Finn only shrugged, his tone lazy as he replied, “The Grachyov brothers don’t scare me.” His eyes were on Seri as he spoke.

Seri saw the other girl give Finn an oddly pitying look.

“Goodbye, Finn. You’re going to be nobody after this.”

And with that, she was left alone with the Hollywood guy. Seri looked around, expecting the others to start blaming her for the sudden drop in their numbers, but no one was looking their way.

Everyone – even Davey – was busy doing their thing, singing out of tune, flirting, drinking, and---

Seri spied a couple in the corner, already busy making out.

Oh!

She hurriedly turned her back to them and found herself face to face with Finn.

“Not used to this kind of party, are you?” he teased with a smirk.

“O-of course I am.” She tried to sound airy, but the quiver at the end of her voice gave Seri away, making Finn grin.

“It’s okay,” he yelled over the music. “Your innocence makes you really cute.”

She wrinkled her nose.
Innocent.
She hated that word. Lately, the gossip columns had been filled with news about Vassi dating different girls, and all of them had two things in common. One: they were prettier than Seri.

Two: they obviously had more experience than she did.

But after tonight,
she told herself determinedly, she was going to be less innocent, with the help of Finn. The thought had her looking guardedly at the Hollywood guy.

He offered her one of the untouched glasses of beer on the table. “Do innocent girls like you drink?”

He was obviously baiting her, and she couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Stop it.” Even so, Seri felt she was being childishly rebellious as she reached for the glass he offered.
Just a few sips,
she told herself,
and that was it.

She started to reach for the drink, but before she could, long, graceful fingers had wrapped around her wrist, and then a familiar accented voice said from behind, “I don’t think so,
solnishka moya
.”

Seri gulped.

Eto prosto pizdets.

In English, she was totally fucked.

“
D
ATE RAPE
!”
The veins on her stepfather’s neck looked like they were about to pop out any moment. But what was more terrifying was the look of rage on his face. She had never seen him this angry.

Never.

But the worst thing was, Seri knew she deserved it.

If not for Vassi’s timely arrival, she had been almost been a victim of date rape.

Date rape.

Even now, she was still in a state of shock, a part of her unable to believe that something like it could have happened to her. The events of the past two hours were crystal clear in her mind---

Vassi’s bodyguards breaking up the party in one go.

Finn trying to escape but Vassi’s fist knocking him out cold.

The loud wail of sirens as the police arrived.

And then the silence, the painful, unbreakable silence as she came face to face with her family in the living room while Vassi told them in a flat, expressionless voice what happened.

Him suspecting that something was wrong when she couldn’t look him in the eye about sleeping over at Davey’s, Vassi sending his bodyguards to trail after her, and him rushing to the karaoke place the moment his security told him alcohol was being served.

And now here she was in the study, wishing there was a way she could undo time. It wasn’t so she could avoid getting herself raped. What happened tonight was probably a lesson she needed to learn.

If she could undo time, it was so Seri could spare her family from the pain and fear she had subjected them to the moment they realized the danger she had unknowingly put herself in.

People always thought date rape would never happen to them
, Seri thought painfully, and either out of arrogance or naiveté, she had been one of those people. She had thought that she would never be a victim of date rape.

Never…
until she realized too late that there were really no guarantees.

“You are grounded for one month,” Fyodor was telling her between gritted teeth. “Do you understand?”

Seri gulped. “Yes, Papa.” If he told her to slap herself a hundred times to pay for her sins, she would have. She wished he would, actually. If he did, then maybe she could---

Fyodor had turned and started walking away from her.

“Papa?”

He didn’t look back, only slamming the door shut behind him.

Seri inhaled deeply. The urge to cry was harder to resist, but she forced the tears back.
This was her punishment
, she told herself, for being selfish and stupid.

Sergei strode in a few moments later, his handsome face looking more austere than usual. The boys had agreed that they would talk to her one at a time, and it was now Sergei’s turn.

Sergei, who, for the first time in her life, was gazing at Seri without the barest hint of a smile.

She swallowed. “Sergei---”

It was as if the sound of her voice triggered his rage, and he was suddenly shouting at her, speaking too fast in Russian for her to understand everything he was saying.

Here and there, she would catch a few words she was able to translate, and all of them made her wince.

That you would lie to us!

That you would take such a risk!

That you would forget the number one rule, to never take your eyes off your drink!

That you---

And then Sergei was stalking towards her.

Her breath locked in her throat.

Oh no, was Sergei going to hit her?

He couldn’t, could he?

He raised his hand.

Seri whitened.

Impossible.

He would never---

And then she felt it.

Sergei pinching her cheeks.

Hard.

“Erch.” It was hard to express her pain with her cheeks still twisted between his fingers.

“You scared the life out of us, do you know?” Sergei raged down at her.

“
Eh ne.”
She hoped he understood that.

The pressure on her cheeks increased. “Never again, promise us that!”

“Eh brewiz.”

And then he was walking away, and just like Fyodor, he slammed the door shut behind him, giving Seri not a single chance to explain or say sorry.

Seri strained to keep her eyes wide open.

If she blinked now, she would cry, and she did
not
deserve to cry.

Misha came in next, and Seri forgot all about crying. Her gaze was drawn to the awful sight of his bloodied fists, with the skin on his knuckles looking like it had been ripped out. “Misha! What happened?” She rushed towards him, but before she could reach for his hands, Misha shook his head.

“Stop.”

She froze.

That was…
not
the gentle Misha she knew.

Her gaze slowly moved back to his fists, and it was like a light bulb switching on inside her head.

Those fists…

Didn’t they look like they had been worn off after beating someone to an inch of his life?

Seri paled as soon as the thought occurred. She knew, she just knew that was what had happened. Misha might be the gentlest among her boys, but he had also the most violent temper when provoked.

This time, the urge to cry was agonizingly difficult to resist, but Seri still found the strength to hold back her sobs.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Misha’s lips twisted in an unusually cruel expression. “You should be.” He looked down at his fists. “I wanted to kill him.”

Seri flinched. “Misha---”

He cut her off, asking, “Do you know what would happen if he had gotten you to drink it?” His voice was coldly smooth, like the icy surface of a blade, and every word he uttered was like a stab to her heart.

It hurt, more because she knew that her brother’s pain was greater.

“Do you, little dove?” Misha’s tone was pleasant, but his gaze was bleak.

“N-no.” She bit her lip hard.
Don’t cry, Seri. Don’t you dare cry.

“How nice for you that you don’t,” Misha commented as he perched himself on the edge of Fyodor’s desk. “Unfortunately for me, I do. The sample of your drink revealed that Mr. Mitchell had made use of GHB, a date rape drug that can take effect in just fifteen minutes.”

“Misha, I’m---”

“Just the smallest amount can render you unconscious, and the effects could last for as long as four hours. A man could do a lot of things to a girl with that amount of time.” Misha’s gaze pierced her. “But you know the worst thing about GHB? The potential to overdose, which could lead to death.”

Getting off Fyodor’s desk, he crouched down in front of her.

Oh no, he was going to cry.

Misha took hold of her hands.

Oh no, I can’t take this.

And then Misha was shouting at her face, “ NEVER LIE ABOUT GOING OUT ON A DATE AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Her ears were ringing by the time he finished.

Yes, she had definitely heard him, but after that, she was unlikely to hear anything after it.

By the time her ears started working again, Misha was gone, and…the door stayed closed.

She waited, her nerves stretched close to its breaking point.

But the door remained closed.

Her gaze strayed to the clock on the wall, and she realized numbly that she had been waiting for almost thirty minutes.

Vassi had
never
made her wait this long.

Which meant…what?

He was furious with her, perhaps? Or maybe he was ashamed of her, for being so easy and stupid?

It was this last thought that had the dam crumbling down, and she was already crying before she could reach the door.

Head down, Seri rushed out of the room with a sob, intent on licking her wounds in private, only to bump into a hard wall.

Her head jerked up.

It was Vassi.

She had been expecting anger and disgust, and they were both there. Only it wasn’t directed at her but at himself. He blamed himself for what had happened.

“Idiot!”

And then she was crying her eyes out.

Vassi wordlessly lifted her in his arms and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing against his chest.

“You’re going to ruin my shirt with your snot,” Vassi murmured against her hair.

“Serves you right,” she mumbled. “You’re an idiot for thinking you could have stopped me.” But then she remembered the haunted look in his eyes and she started crying again.

Vassi opened the door to her bedroom, kicked it shut, and laid her gently on the bed. He tucked her in, and she immediately curled up in a ball under the covers. Squeezing her eyes shut, she prayed for God to stop the tears, but they just kept falling.

“Sleep, leech.” He had pulled a chair close to the bed, his legs stretched out before him, his gaze on the blank wall opposite him. But even without him looking at her, without him saying a word, she knew her tears were hurting him.

Never again,
she promised God desperately.

I’ll never risk myself like that ever again, so please God, please help me stop crying.

I don’t want Vassi to hurt anymore.

But the tears continued in an endless flood.

She tried reaching for Vassi’s hand, but it was as if he sensed what she was about to do and without looking her way, he said curtly, “No.”

“But---”

“
No
.”

She flinched. When he spoke like that, Seri knew there was no convincing him, and she reluctantly pulled her hand back, hiding it under the cover.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But it’s not your fault, Vassi. It’s really not.”

He didn’t answer.

Time passed.

Vassi only turned to look at Seri when the sound of her breathing became even.

He remembered her words.

It’s not your fault, Vassi.

It’s really not.

His lips pressed together.

Idiotic little sun.

Of course it was his fault.

He was to blame because she would not have lied about going to the goukon if not for him.

If not for her infatuation with him---

An infatuation that was his most forbidden pleasure---

The thought of it had kept him awake for countless nights, and the knowledge that such feelings existed – even knowing they were wrong – the knowledge that she felt…

That she felt the same way he did---

There were times when it was impossible to resist dreaming of her---

Times when her face was all he needed to think of for himself to give himself pleasure in the shower---

Vassi’s jaw clenched.

Forcing himself to leave her side, he stood up and walked to her dresser. A tiny red stone winked at him from the edge, and he reached for it.

Seri’s favorite hairpin.

After a moment, Vassi slid the pin inside his pocket.

A souvenir, for the love he now knew was impossible to deny.

A souvenir, for the same love that he intended to get rid of, to keep Seri safe…and their family intact.