Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (20 page)

I have to know what my fate is in this place. What will become of me, and what will become of the woman my brother has fallen for?

“What will happen to me here?” I bravely ask, a quiver in my voice.

“Less degrading things than what I went through under Gregori’s command, but probably more degrading than you have ever known,” she says cryptically.

I want to shake her and ask her what the hell she means, but the door flies open instead.

Dimitri is standing in the doorway, a huge smile on his lips. He winks at me as he strolls inside, closing the door behind him. I don’t miss how Ashley’s breath hitches. She begins to pant in what I can assume is pure fear.

“You have thirty minutes to shower and prepare. I have a party tonight for my newest acquisition, and I wish to show her off. As always, Ashley, you will be in blue. Emiliya, you will be in the black,” he announces, throwing some scraps of fabric at us on the floor. He turns and walks away, closing and locking the door behind him.

“You can shower first,” Ashley offers. I nod.

We don’t speak as we get dressed. I follow Ashley’s lead as she applies makeup and blow dries and styles her hair. She looks even more stunning by the end of the process, and one glance in the mirror proves I look the same.

I haven’t worn makeup much lately, while being in the safe house. Haleigh and I had nowhere to go, so we didn’t bother. I missed how it highlights my features and enhances the things I like about my face. I just wish I were wearing it for Radimir.

The outfits Dimitri threw at us are nothing more than scraps of fabric. Ashley’s blue bikini bra top and thong leave zero to the imagination, and I cringe when I realize mine is the exact same, only in black.

“Men will touch you, Emiliya. They are allowed to touch and expose your breasts. They will expose your pussy, but they aren’t allowed to do anymore unless Dimitri gives them permission. They all know the rules, and they know the consequences for breaking those rules. You are new, so you will be up on a table for viewing. Your arms will probably be suspended by rope and a hook that’s in the ceiling.”

I gulp loudly and she wraps her hand around mine, giving me a gentle squeeze.

“Just close your mind off. Later, after it is all over, we can cry together; but while it’s happening, find a happy place and go there. It is the only way you’ll survive without breaking,” she whispers, giving me a sad smile. I want to cry, but I don’t
. I can do this
. I turned my mind off in the airplane with Sasha and Dima, I can certainly do it again.

Dimitri opens the door and smiles widely, noticing our appearances. I wonder, offhandedly, if he’ll give us shoes, but he doesn’t. Instead, he wraps thin gold collars around our necks that are attached to gold chains. He keeps ahold of mine, but hands Ashley’s over to Sasha. He winks at me before he yanks on her chain and walks away from us.

“If you embarrass me in front of my clients tonight, Emiliya, I will let Dima fuck every hole you have afterward,” Dimitri warns.

I nod as tears shimmer in my eyes. He gives me a stern look and I close my eyes in attempt to calm myself, breathing calmly and deeply.

“Your debut will be wonderful, Emiliya. I have some big men here tonight, some powerful men. They have heard and seen your beauty, all of them biding their time until your father opened negotiations for your marriage. When he chose that little weasel, the son of one of his political associates, they were furious. Now they are all waiting to buy your pussy,” he announces. I look up to him in surprise.

“You’re going to sell me?” I ask.

I had recently learned that my father was deep into sex trafficking, but I had no clue as to what happened to the women during those transactions. Haleigh didn’t know, either. I asked her once. Gregori had saved her, after he used her, of course.

“Oh, I am definitely going to sell your pussy, your ass, and your mouth to so many men it will make your head spin. Though, you can rest assured that you’ll be staying here through it all. I will not sell you to a new owner. You’re mine, Emiliya,” he grins, pulling me after him and toward the living area.

“Gentlemen, how good of you to come here for Emiliya’s unveiling. She is brand new to me, acquired only yesterday, so forgive her appearance, as she is probably still fairly jet lagged from her flight. I could not keep her from you today,” Dimitri announces.

Dima appears at my side. Quickly, he slides a gold cuff on both of my wrists before clipping them together. Then, he guides me toward a table.
Just as Ashley said would happen
. He gently picks me up and places me on the center of the table, sliding a piece of rope between my wrists. He pulls the levy, raising my arms and my breasts simultaneously.

I feel completely exposed and humiliated. I have never been this naked for any man, save Radimir, and it hurts my heart that a room full of strangers are seeing me this way.

“Emiliya Chekova is one of Russia’s most famous heiress daughters. Her father, Ivan Chekov, you all may recall in name?” Dimitri continues.

I don’t correct him. I don’t say that I am no longer Emiliya Chekova, but that I am Emiliya Zaleskya. I doubt throwing the name out there would do anything to help my situation. I watch as the men’s heads nod while they murmur agreement.

“She is not yet trained and, for now, up to view for future negotiations. I will be setting up her schedule and appointments at the close of this evening. Feel free to peruse her. Remember, do not stick anything inside of her. I assure you she is tight. If you make an appointment with her, then you may find out for yourself just how tight she is.” Dimitri laughs at his lame attempt of a joke about my body.

“How much for one weekend with the girl?” a man asks. I look over at him.

The man isn’t ugly. In fact, he’s quite handsome. I wonder why he has to
buy
women at all. He is tall and slender with dark chocolate hair and eyes. His skin is tanned and he looks to be possibly Latino. His eyes scan my body as he asks Dimitri the question. He gets closer and tips his head as he raises his hand to my breast, hovering just above it as if asking permission.

“You may touch,” Dimitri offers. He grins at my displeasure of a strange man grabbing and kneading my breast.

“She will be twenty-thousand a night, and fifty-thousand for the entire weekend,” he smiles at the man.

“Put me down for her first available full weekend. That body of hers is to die for. Is her ass available?” he asks, as if he is asking a server about food in a restaurant. It makes my stomach roil.

“I will make sure it is prepared during her training. She will be ready for all you have to give her.”

I fight the tears from falling at the barter of my body. I don’t want to know what this training is that Dimitri keeps referring to. I want Radimir. I want him to hold me, kiss me, and protect me. My safety is being at his side, and I want that back. I never want to be without him again.

Another man walks up to me and begins to converse with Dimitri, but I tune out his words, only able to focus on his sweaty hands as they run all over my exposed flesh. I do, however, hear him make an appointment for an evening with me in the future.

By the fourth man, I am sick. Disgusted doesn’t even describe the way I feel about myself. The man grabs a handful of each side of my ass and spreads my cheeks apart. I feel my stomach churn and roll as his breath washes over my back entrance. He’s examining me.

“It is a virgin ass, no?” he asks in broken English.

“It is. I will prepare her by the time she is to be used,” Dimitri offers. He is accurate in his choice of words, for that is exactly what I am to be—used.

I don’t know if there is a way out of this house. If defiance will get me anywhere, if seduction could do it, or if I should just be resigned that this is my life now. Even if I were to leave, somehow, I do not know how I would find Radimir. I don’t know how to reach him, and I don’t have Yakov’s contact information either. I would be wandering around South Africa aimlessly, with no way to contact my own husband or family. I would be alone.

Hours go by as I hang silently from a hook, in the ceiling, on display. My whole body has been groped, squeezed and pinched. I stare off into space. I don’t even notice what is happening around me. I see nothing, even though my eyes are wide open.

My body is lifted and I am carried back to the bedroom before I am unceremoniously dropped onto the hard wooden floor. My wrists are unbound and I am left alone with my thoughts.

Ashley returns the next morning, but she doesn’t say a word before she goes into the bathroom and showers.

I close my eyes tightly and I pray.

I pray for help.

I pray for Radimir.

I just pray.

I
WAKE AS THE
plane descends, landing in New York, I assume. My head feels like it is going to explode. I am lethargic and slow. My eyes slowly take in my surroundings, and I am suddenly on alert, completely aware as I find the plane desolate. Emiliya, Sasha, and Dima are nowhere to be found. I take my gun out of my shoulder holster and quickly attach its silencer.

Once the plane lands, a weary looking pilot and the flight attendant appear. The pilot, a man I have known for many years, sighs heavily before he begins to rapidly explain how he was held at gun point and forced to land in South Africa.

My blood turns cold.

The girl nods her head and says she was threatened, too. She even forces a few tears out.

“Where is Emiliya?” I ask as calmly as possible. I cannot show emotion. Emotions are weak.

“Sasha and Dima took her,” the flight attendant says quietly.

“I was drugged?” I ask. She nods. “How was I drugged?”

I watch as she pales and her eyes widen; then she explains how they
made
her drug us. I want to laugh in her face, but I don’t. Instead, I become angry.

“Nobody could make you do a fucking thing with me still conscious. They paid you then?” I ask, my voice still quiet.

The attendant gulps and nods once.

Without a second thought, I shoot her in the middle of her forehead and smile when she falls dead at my feet.

“Where did you leave them?” I demand the pilot.

“Liberia,” he offers. He knows his fate, there is no use in hiding anything from me. I also know that he may have dropped them off in Liberia but there is no way that is where they are. Anybody who has the balls to orchestrate this, is smart enough to have had transportation waiting.

I don’t even bother asking the pilot anything else, he knows the fucking drill. He should have been man enough to take care of Sasha and Dima
himself
. Never should he have allowed them to take Emiliya.

I watch as he falls to the ground next to the girl.

I step out of the plane and my eyes meet Yakov’s. His whole body tenses and he waves to his driver to collect our bags. I want to break down.

I want to scream and break shit.

My Emiliya is gone.

My fucking
sunshine
has been
stolen
.

I cannot break now.

I must stay strong.

I must find her.

I can break down after she is back, safely in my arms.

I seek revenge.

I seek justice.

I seek my Emiliya.

“Call a cleanup crew. We need a place to store the jet,” I growl, walking up to Yakov.

Without hesitation, Yakov pulls out his phone and barks a few orders into it. He then turns to me with cold eyes and nods.

“Where is Emiliya?” he asks as we slide into the backseat of his SUV.

I wait until the driver gets inside and slowly takes off. I incline my head toward his driver as a question. I have been unable to trust my own people. I need to know if this will continue to be a problem. Yakov shakes his head once and pushes a button, bringing up the partition.

“I trust him as much as I can, but obviously something has happened,” he says grimly. I return his look.

“Emiliya was on the plane with me. Sasha and Dima, whom I thought trustworthy, were our security. They paid off the flight attendant to drug my drink, and once I was passed out, they held a gun to the pilot’s head and forced him to land in South Africa. They were the breach in security. They had been at the safe house with the girls all these months. Lying in wait.