Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (23 page)

Kirill’s men shove Dima, Sasha, and Dimitri to the ground, pulling their arms behind their backs before they wrap wire around their wrists. Dimitri’s bravado falls a bit, and I cannot help but laugh at the idiotic bastard.

I will make him suffer
.

There is moan from the lump on the floor, and I rush to her side, uncaring of how I am viewed by the other men in the room. With the threats secured, I can finally get my Emiliya. I wrap her in my arms and turn her over. She is breathing, it is shallow, but she lives.

“Em,” I mutter, wrapping my hand around her cool cheek.

“
Rad
,” she rasps before her head lolls back. I turn to one of the men.

“Take her upstairs to Ashley. I do not want her to see what we are about to do.”

The man nods and carefully gathers her in his arms. He walks away, carrying her as if she is made of fine china, and I decide immediately that I will enjoy working for Kirill. His men are proving to be good, and I need more of that in my life.

“You are a disappointment to the establishment, Dimitri; and these two buffoons are worthless,” Kirill says. I watch Dimitri stiffen, but wisely, he doesn’t speak.

“Stand them up,” Kirill orders.

I watch as all three men are picked up by their bound wrists. They stand in front of us in a straight line, all looking straight ahead, waiting for what is to come their way.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before we kill you?” Kirill asks, arching a brow at the bastards.

“We were just doing what our
Brigadier
instructed us to,” Sasha cries out.

“I forced you to accept blow jobs from Emiliya and to fuck Ashley until she bled?” Dimitri counters.

I don’t have a chance to even let the words sink in before Yakov screams and charges the man. He points his gun at his forehead and orders him to sink to his knees. The man refuses, further pissing Yakov off, and he fires a shot in one of his knee caps, then the other—
forcing
him to the ground.

“You fuck my Ashley? You make my woman bleed for your sorry ass?” Yakov yells, grabbing the man by the hair and wrenching his head back. His answer is garbled, but we all know the truth.

Dimitri is weak. Of course he wants his men to suffer the way he will suffer.

Good
.

He can watch.

He will be last.

Yakov takes a knife out of his waist and slowly trails it down the man’s chest, toward his stomach. He then shoves it into the flesh of his belly and twists it. Sasha screams in agony, but that doesn’t deter my friend.

Yakov cuts his pants off and then slowly saws off his balls first, and then his cock. It should be gruesome, but I find it eerily satisfying. I have cut cocks off before, but this is something new. Yakov is taking revenge and retribution out for his woman—
it is beautiful
.

I allow Yakov to exact his revenge on the two guards. By the time he is finished, they are unrecognizable. He has taken all of their teeth and placed them in a bag, along with their fingers. Though it is doubtful anybody will ever find their bodies once the men dispose of them, it is nice to have assurances that they will indeed never be identified. Plus, it was fun watching them cry like bitch pussy’s, since they were so tough violating helpless women.

“Make it quick,” Dimitri pleads.

His begging and pleading makes me laugh.

“I wouldn’t make your death quick if you paid me, Dimitri. Nothing on this earth could make me kill you fast. I kill men I respect
quickly
. I kill women and children
quickly
. Who I do not kill with speed, is the man who stole what is mine.
My woman
, my fucking
wife
. Mine. You, Dimitri, will suffer greatly, and I for one am highly anticipating your screams.” I smile as fear settles in Dimitri’s eyes.

Once I finish with Dimitri I look around at our handiwork. It took a while to accomplish this task. Finding and torturing these three pieces of shit. But the satisfaction I feel at the time I took to kill Dimitri is more than I thought possible. I could have made his death fast and had my queen back in my arms, but why would I give a traitor rat-bastard an easy death? It would be too great an honor to give him a painless end.

No, I had no choice but to torture the sick fuck.

“A
RE YOU OKAY?”
A
SHLEY’S
soft voice asks from beside me. She’s petting my hair as I lie on my side, trying to comprehend what has just happened.

“Rad,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from Dimitri’s hand being wrapped so tightly around it.

“He’s here, and so is Yakov. They’ve brought an army,” she informs me. I finally allow myself to truly breathe, to relax.

“We’re free,” I say, taking her hand in mine.

“I will never be free, Emiliya.” I open my mouth to say something, but she shakes her head with a smile. “Neither of us are truly free. We belong to these men. We belong to the
Bratva
, and we will never get away from it. I have accepted this as my future, and I am okay with that, as long as Yakov is my future.”

Ashley loves my brother. She loves him madly and deeply. The blush to her cheeks is new, and I find that I love it on her. She has been through unimaginable hells and she deserves Yakov’s love. I only hope that he deserves her complete and total devotion.

About an hour later, the door bursts open and three large figures loom in the doorway. I recognize Yakov and Radimir, but the third man is a complete stranger. He makes me nervous. He’s devilishly handsome, with dark messy hair and a short clipped beard. He is slim but tall, dressed exactly like the other men in military style, all-black uniforms. However, he oozes a power that is beyond any other man I have ever met.

“Ashley,” Yakov breathes.

I think for a moment his knees will buckle to the ground, but they don’t. He stands up straight, squaring his shoulders before he barks a command at her. He orders her to come to him. I watch in shock and awe as she crawls toward him, sitting on her knees with her ass resting on her heels, her head down, and her hands on her thighs, palms up.

Yakov pets her head for a beat before his fingers slip under her chin. He lifts it so that their gazes lock on each other. I feel wrong for watching them. This moment is so intimate, but we are all frozen, watching their exchange.

Yakov runs his fingers down her neck and around to the back of her head before she begins to sob. He picks her up and cradles her like a child, holding her. His eyes cut to mine before they sweep my body, and then he nods before turning and leaving the room.

“Emiliya,” Radimir says, once they have left the room. My attention is focused solely on him.

“
Radimir
,” I breathe before standing on my shaky legs.

I run toward him. I launch my body into his, sagging against his frame but lifting my arms around his shoulders, and burying my face into his neck.

“
Moy chernovolosyy koroleva
,” he murmurs. He picks me up, one arm holds my bottom and the other slides up and down my back.

“Take me to the beach, Radimir,” I beg through my sobs.

I feel his body shake in a laugh before he squeezes me tightly.

“To the beach it is,
kotik
.”

Hours later, we are on a jet headed back to the United States. I have yet to release myself from Radimir’s body. I am currently sitting in his lap, pressing my body against his—my cheek resting against his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I’m still in the little boy-short panties and tank top that Dimitri forced me to wear, but I don’t care. Radimir will have to pry me off of him.

I am never leaving his side again, ever.

“Hush,
kotik
, sleep,” he murmurs as he runs his fingers over my bare arm.

I close my eyes and I finally sleep. I try not to envision the white home that we were held in going up in flames, knowing that a dead Dimitri, Dima, and Sasha are inside. Watching as Radimir handed authorities money to keep them quiet before we left in the night. I try not to think about what happened during the days he held us there.

I want to focus on the positives, the good. Radimir found me before it was too late; Yakov is happy with Ashley; and we are going to spend a week doing nothing but relaxing on the beaches of California.

“I will have her call you when we arrive,” Radimir’s chest rumbles against my cheek. I turn my head to see my brother beginning to exit the plane, a sleeping Ashley in his arms.

“Are you leaving?” I quietly call out, my throat aching even more as times passes.

“Yes. Call me when you arrive in California,” he says before exiting the plane.

I want to call out after him, but he is distracted. He has only Ashley on his brain, and I can’t help the small smile that plays on my lips. My brother is completely infatuated.

Once the plane fuels and takes off again, I immediately fall asleep, nestled in Radimir’s arms. I was only awake long enough to discover who the handsome stranger traveling with them was. Kirill Baryshev, Radimir’s new
Pakhan
in California. I wish that this was not how his new boss came to meet me, but there is nothing I can do about it. I am too thankful for his help to be upset about anything.

Kirill gives me a sideways glance and I shake my head. I do not want to talk about what has happened with Emiliya in my arms. She is safe, that is all I should be concerned with.

Once we are in California, in the apartment Kirill has provided for us, then we may discuss what has happened privately. I do not want her to know what we found in that house. I do not want her to have more nightmares than the ones she will certainly already have coming her way.

“She is strong,” Kirill says before we land in California.

“She was born a Chekova and is now a Zaleskya,” I state, as if it is proof of her strength.

The truth is, I have no idea how she will be mentally until after it all hits her. She will break. My beautiful raven haired queen will indeed break—eventually. She is not a man. She was not truly raised in this lifestyle. The murder and horrific things I have witnessed throughout my life have never touched my beautiful bride until this incident. It will never touch her again. Once is too much.

“Do not doubt her strength, Radimir. She is strong. The video did not lie. She did not simply accept what was done to her. She fought. I have known weak women. She is not one of them.” I open my mouth but Kirill waves me off before he continues.

“I had a weak woman once. A girlfriend; she was pregnant with my baby. The FBI were following me, for whatever reason, and told her some things. Some truths mixed with some lies. She believed everything they told her instead of coming to me and straight up asking. She killed herself, along with my baby, the next day. Her note explained she could not love a man as evil as me and bring his baby into the world, knowing that my evil would flow through the baby as well.
She
was weak.”

I don’t respond as the plane touches down and lands in California. We are here. Our new home. Safe. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding, and the tension from the past few days instantly eases out of me. My wife is in my arms, safe, and that piece of shit is dead.