Collateral Damage (Owned by the Mob 1)

by Harley Wylde

  Collateral Damage (Owned by the Mob 1)

  Harley Wylde & Paige Warren

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  Table of Contents

  Collateral Damage (Owned by the Mob 1)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Harley Wylde

  Paige Warren

  Collateral Damage (Owned by the Mob 1)

  Harley Wylde & Paige Warren

  Cerys: Blind since birth, I’ve learned the hard way I can’t rely on my father. When he gets in too deep with the wrong sort of people, I find myself the property of Viktor. I’ve heard whispers of the Mob and what they’re capable of and know I should be terrified. It doesn’t take much for me to fall for Viktor, seeing a side of him he seems to show only to me. His kisses make my knees weak, and just one touch makes me dream of forever. He makes me feel… special. Precious. Important. But what would a man like him want with collateral damage? He can have any woman he wants, and probably has. I don’t see a happily-ever-after in our future, no matter how much I might want one.

  Viktor: Death and destruction cling to me, blood and violence just a way of life. I didn’t climb my way toward the top of the Bratva by being a saint. I may be gruff and dangerous, take what I want when I want, but when it comes to Cerys, I find that I can’t be harsh with her. She’s gentle. Sweet. An angel. My myshka. She’s the light to my darkness. Now that I have her, I know that I can’t let her go. I’ll make her mine in every way possible. Only one problem. Artur Orlov. He wants me to marry his daughter, but I won’t. I didn’t count on him retaliating by taking my myshka from me. I’ll get her back, and if she’s been harmed in any way, I won’t stop until every last man responsible has breathed their last.

  Chapter One

  Cerys

  I could hear my heart thundering in my ears as I strained to listen to my father’s conversation. The men had forced their way into our home, and I’d heard the crash of furniture. At first, I’d been terrified because I’d thought we were being robbed. Now I knew different. I’d known my father was in trouble, but I didn’t realize how much. Money had been tight for a while, since Mom died several years ago. Things had been getting better, or so I’d thought. I never realized the reason we suddenly had money, or rather my father suddenly did, was because of some shady dealings he’d had with the wrong men. He’d claimed he’d been working, and I thought things were going well. Had he lied to me? Why did he always have to control me? Everything he did seemed to be designed for the express purpose of keeping me under his rule, and miserable.

  “Please, Maksim. I just need more time,” my father begged.

  I didn’t know a Maksim. The Russian accent of the men in our living room sent a shiver down my spine. In our neighborhood, the only Russians I knew were an elderly couple, or people who belonged to the mafia. I’d heard it called the Bratva, but it meant the same thing. The men sequestered with my father did horrible, evil things. Every last one of them had blood on their hands. I could only imagine what they’d ask of him, or the ultimatum they would give.

  “You’ve had time,” said a deep voice I assumed belonged to Maksim.

  “You don’t understand. I’ve moved as much product as I can, but I don’t have enough connections. I can get them! I just need… a month? Yes, give me another month.”

  “Nyet.”

  I heard the rustle of clothing and it sounded like something was being screwed onto something. I strained, needing to know what was happening. The door I hid behind was cracked open a bit, but it didn’t do my sightless eyes a bit of good. I’d relied on my other senses from birth, but sometimes it wasn’t enough.

  “Nikolai, tie up the loose ends,” the man said.

  No! I knew what that meant. I now understood the sound I’d heard. A silencer. At least, that’s what they were called in books and movies. They were going to shoot my father. Kill him. He might not be the best dad, but he was all I had. What would happen to me if he were gone? I shoved the door open and stumbled into the room.

  “Don’t!” I fell to my knees and pushed myself up, but I’d lost my bearings and as I stood, I stretched my arms out, feeling for any furniture or people. I didn’t know how the room had changed after they’d barged in and started throwing things around. “Please. Don’t kill him.”

  “And who is this?” Maksim asked.

  “My daughter. Cerys. Don’t hurt her. She’s blind and can’t recognize any of you. I beg of you. Let her go,” my father said.

  Now he was going to act like a loving parent? Maybe we should have invited these men over sooner. Not that they’d received an invitation now.

  A hand grasped mine, rough and large. I was pulled against a firm chest and a tantalizing scent teased my nose. I couldn’t help but lean in a little closer. It was stupid, and maybe the stress of the situation was skewing my logic, but I used my hands to explore the body holding me, inching up toward the man’s face. My fingers scraped across a close-cropped beard and up to a strong nose. I didn’t feel wrinkles, only firm smooth skin. I couldn’t guess his age, other than he was likely under forty and over twenty.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  The man gently grasped my hand and pulled it away from his face. I felt an odd sense of loss. Again, I wasn’t reacting like a normal person. Not that I’d ever been considered normal, but this was out of the ordinary even for me.

  “Viktor, you seem intrigued by the young woman,” Maksim said. “Perhaps we can make a deal, Mr. Humes? Your daughter in exchange for the debt you owe.”

  “What!” I heard my father struggling. “No! You can’t do this! Cerys is blind. Please, don’t hurt her.”

  I wanted to snort and roll my eyes. The man had never given a damn whether or not I was hurt. He’d actually enjoyed moving pieces of furniture on occasion just to watch me trip over them. Then the bastard would laugh. I’d had to learn how
to fend for myself after my mother died. If it weren’t for the elderly couple down the street, I’d have never gotten as far in school as I did. After my mother died, Mrs. Popov had ensured that I continued with my education. I’d been a few months from graduating, when my father pulled me from school completely. Somehow, he’d gotten forms signed saying I was dropping out of the homeschool program, and out of school all together. He’d heard me tell Mrs. Popov about my excitement over graduation, and had decided to ruin it like everything else in my life.

  The fact he was acting like a loving, concerned parent, made me wonder exactly what he was up to because I knew he’d never loved me. Not since he’d discovered I was blind. He wanted them to think I was important to him, and in a way, I was. Without me, the house would be completely trashed and he’d probably starve to death. The man would certainly never go fetch his own beer, that was for damn sure.

  “Who said anything about hurting her?” Maksim said. “I doubt very much that Viktor plans to cause her any harm. In fact, he’ll likely have her screaming in pleasure.”

  The men chuckled and the breath froze in my lungs. He couldn’t mean what I thought he did. The man holding me tightened his grip around my waist and I felt the evidence of his arousal. My cheeks warmed and I stared at what I assumed was his chest. I’d never been with a man, never been kissed. Truthfully, I’d thought I would die a virgin, alone.

  “She’s barely eighteen!” I heard my father struggling again, and assumed they were holding him back.

  I knew the only reason he was trying to talk them out of it was due to the fact he’d lose his servant. Me. Even though I couldn’t see, I’d learned how to keep our home clean, and I managed to cook microwave meals. Each box was marked in a way that I knew what it was, and my father had me memorize the heat settings and cook time for each one. The lazy bastard couldn’t even be bothered to pop a frozen lasagna in the microwave.

  “Barely?” Maksim asked.

  “Yes. She just turned eighteen two days ago. She’s a child, Maksim!”

  I felt someone run their hands down the length of my hair, then squeeze my ass. From the direction, I knew it wasn’t Viktor. I squeaked and pressed closer to the man holding me. Someone laughed before harshly grabbing my breast. I whimpered and my hands fisted on the material of Viktor’s shirt.

  “Enough, Feliks.” I could feel the rumble under my fingers and knew Viktor had spoken. His voice was deep and rich with a hint of roughness. “Touch her again and I’ll remove your hands.”

  “You’ll tire of her. Then I’ll have a turn. We all will.” The man laughed. I assumed it was Feliks and a shiver raked my spine. Was that my fate if I went with them? To be their whore?

  “You can’t do this,” my father said. “Surely, you can’t condone this, Maksim. You have daughters. What if someone took one of them?”

  “I always pay my debts,” Maksim said. “And no one would dare come for my family, unless they wanted to die. I’m sorry, Mr. Humes, but my terms are simple. Either you give your daughter to Viktor, or I’m afraid we’ll have to use you as an example to others who owe us.”

  Someone laughed. “And then we’ll take your daughter anyway.”

  Viktor’s arm tightened around me again until I worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I felt his body shift, then his lips brushed my ear.

  “Do not fear, myshka.”

  Was he crazy? Of course, I was scared! I was terrified! They were threatening to kill my father, then… I shuddered. If those men got their hands on me, especially the one who had grabbed my ass, I had no doubt that I’d be brutalized repeatedly for their enjoyment. Oh, God! I’m going to be sick!

  I shoved at Viktor and broke free just enough to turn and lose what little food I’d eaten earlier. I fell to my knees, tears leaking from my eyes as I heaved again. I hated that I cried whenever I got sick. As if puking my guts up wasn’t humiliating enough.

  “Maksim, control Feliks or I will,” Viktor said. “There’s no need to terrify the girl.”

  “She’s all I have,” my father begged. “Don’t hurt her. She’s innocent in all this. She didn’t even know what I was doing.”

  Again with his lies. Oh, not about my lack of knowledge when it came to his dirty dealings. But all he had? He had never given a shit about me, and I knew he didn’t now. All he cared about was having to take care of this place himself. If I was taken, he’d find a way to lure someone else here with some sob story. I almost felt sorry for whatever woman fell into his trap.

  “Viktor will take good care of her,” Maksim said. “I’d suggest you straighten up, Mr. Humes. Selling drugs and guns doesn’t seem to be a good fit for you. Find a nice, safe job. One that doesn’t end up with a gun to your head.”

  “Cerys.”

  “It’s okay, Daddy.” I swallowed hard, trying not to throw up again. Not over the loss of my scumbag father, but over the unknown fate that faced me now. “I’ll go with Viktor.”

  “No, Cerys. It’s too dangerous.”

  A spark of anger filled me. “Then you should have thought of that before you decided to break the law! We would have managed. Stop acting like you actually care. You’ve never cared!”

  Hands gripped me and lifted. Before I could utter a word of protest, I was carried out of the only home I’d ever known. Viktor’s scent washed over me, and I knew he was the one who had picked me up. For whatever reason, I felt like I was better off with him than my sperm donor. The man had never been a father to me, not in the true sense. I’d been more of a slave than a child.

  “Your father cannot harm you anymore, myshka. I’ll keep you safe,” Viktor said.

  At what price? Had the other man been right? Would Viktor tire of me and pass me on to someone else? Would I be little more than a whore now? This wasn’t how I’d seen my life going. I’d been blind since birth and had led a solitary life. Other than my parents and a few neighbors, I didn’t really know anyone. My mother had permitted me to attend school, but after her death. Mrs. Popov homeschooled me. They’d sheltered me as much as they could, but I had to wonder if they hadn’t really been doing me a favor. Now I faced the unknown, and I wasn’t the least bit prepared. I’d never really thought about what it would be like to leave my home, to live somewhere other than the only place I’d been my entire life.

  Viktor held onto me even as he ducked down and sat in what I assumed was some sort of vehicle. Then I heard a door slam. He caressed my side with his hand and pressed a kiss to my temple. I didn’t know why he was being so nice, or so gentle. Weren’t members of Bratva known for their brutality? I’d heard horror stories around the neighborhood of what happened to young women who went out alone at night. Picked up by Maksim or his men, and never heard from again.

  “What will happen to him?” I asked.

  “He’s been given a second chance. What he does with it is up to him.”

  “And… me?”

  “You now belong to me, myshka. Do as I say and we’ll get along fine.”

  Do as he said. I was too scared to ask exactly what that would entail. I could still feel the proof of his arousal pressing against me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what happened between men and women. Theoretically anyway. I couldn’t exactly watch porn, or read about sex except for the few romances I’d found in Braille. And who knew if any of that was factual? The audiobooks at the library didn’t cover things like sex education, and there was a limited supply of Braille books at our local branch. None of them taught what to do when you found yourself in the midst of the Bratva. Not that my father had permitted trips to the library. Once my schooling ended, that had been taken from me too.

  “My things. I don’t have my clothes or shoes,” I pointed out.

  “Not to worry, myshka. I’ll handle it.”

  Three more doors opened and shut, and then we started moving. I felt a breeze across my face and frowned.

  “Did someone just wave a hand in front of my face? Or is the window open?” I asked.

  “Y
ou really can’t see?” someone asked.

  “No, I really can’t see. I’ve never been able to see. I was born this way.” Why would I fake being blind?

  “Then how did you know I put my hand in front of your face?” the man demanded, his tone suggesting I was lying.

  “I felt the shift in the air,” I said. “I’m blind. Not stupid.”

  Viktor laughed softly. “Leave her alone, Aleksi.”

  “We’ll drop you off first, Viktor, so you can get your woman settled into her new home.”

  I sat quietly, trying to process everything. Home. I was going to Viktor’s home, which meant he planned for me to live with him. Was he married? Would his wife be angry that he was bringing another woman into her house? No one had packed my things. What was I supposed to wear? He’d said he’d handle it, but what did that mean? I didn’t even have a toothbrush, and I could really use one right now.

  “Something wrong, myshka?” Viktor asked. He rubbed between my eyes. “You have a fierce look right now.”

  “I need a mint.”

  I heard some rustling, and then something was pressed into my hand. I lifted it to my nose and smelled spearmint. I popped it into my mouth, and hoped I hadn’t just poisoned myself. It wasn’t wise to eat something a stranger had given me, especially these strangers, but I couldn’t stand the yucky taste in my mouth another moment. Not to mention my breath had to be grossing out Viktor and anyone else close enough to smell it.

  “If you need anything for your new pet, get Ilya to pick it up for you. I wouldn’t leave her alone just yet, until she knows what’s expected.”

  I thought the voice belonged to Maksim, but I wasn’t certain. I did know that I didn’t like being called a pet. I was a woman, a human being, and I had rights and feelings. They were treating me like something they’d purchased at a store. Did things like this really happen? Weren’t there laws in place to prevent something like this? I knew the police avoided my neighborhood, but had anyone seen these men carry me off? Would anyone care?