“Come, its time,” he tells me, as he walked to the door. I watch as his large frame passes through the open doorway. When he paused and looked at me, I stop in my tracks.
“You will pretend to enjoy this Maya, or they will keep you locked up,” he tells me coldly.
That little sweetness he let out in that room was gone now, he was back to be the cold, mafia made man.
The stairs loomed before me. They were covered in a rich, red carpet. My feet didn’t make a sound as they lowered to the steps one after another, until I reached the bottom.
My stomach fell away leaving me with a bitterness in my mouth. I felt physically ill.
Nikolai pointed to the doorway a few feet away.
“They are in there waiting,” he tells me.
Nodding, I walk to the door. My head held high as I opened it and walked through the now open doorway into a room filled with hungry sharks. I had been here before. I knew what to expect. Now, I just needed to find a way to allow my mind to drift away to a dream world where none of this was real.
Chapter 9
Kevin
The wind whipped through the loose hair that had escaped through my helmet. I was out on a run and it was time to make a delivery to another club.
The guns in my possession were a small portion of the ones we were actually shipping, but with twenty or so men each holding fifteen guns, it was a successful trip.
Pulling up to the compound, I smile as my bike slows. Some of the club whores had rushed out of the building waiting in anticipation as we rolled to a stop.
They were hot and willing and waiting for us to give them what they so desperately needed. Tom climbed off his bike first, not even looking the girl’s way as he unloaded his bed roll.
Business first, bitches second. That was the rule we all followed.
“Kevin,” Short Stop purred, as I walked past her. I felt the pressure of her fingers against my leather cut. Her long, red blond hair swaying against her hips as she walked beside me for a moment. Her red painted lips pouting prettily.
“Later babe,” I tell her.
Her green eyes flashed with triumph as she nods in anticipation and backs away. This wasn’t new for her, she knew how this shit worked.
I knew she was looking to be someone’s old lady. I knew that someone she was hoping for was me, but she wasn’t going to ever find herself in that position.
Not that she wouldn’t make someone a damn good old lady, honestly, I wanted one with a few less miles to her. I was a fucking prick like that.
Sure, I’d fuck her tonight, but that was the extent of what she was getting from me.
Opening the door, I walk through and enter paradise. Naked women sprawled all over the room, some being fucked, others watching the fucking; it was hot as fuck.
The Grimm Brothers MC was a large club bigger than the Blazing Devils MC, the Sons of The Apocalypse MC, and mine combined.
This was the first run I’ve made with them, and it was to be a step toward a partnership. I met Short Stop at another club a few years back. I heard a rumor she was here.
“You’re right on time,” Blade says, as he slaps my back hard.
“Fucking hate being late,” I tell him through a growl.
The bastard just laughs and walks away. He was the president of this crazy, fucking club.
“Tom, get all the guns together in their church,” I tell him.
He nods and walks away. Me? I needed a fucking beer.
Chapter 10
Maya
Five pair of eyes turned and looked at me as I walked into the room. My tongue swelled painfully as I fought the need to gulp in fear. I watched as they scanned my body hungerly like predators about to attack their prey.
I could feel the desire pulse off them in waves. My feet were rooted to the floor and I couldn’t move as I was inspected like cattle at an auction.
My skin heated and sweat broke out of my pores. I felt physically ill. Bile rose up my throat in a rush and I covered my mouth quickly on instinct.
“Sit down my dear,” a deep voice commanded.
Looking to the head of the table, I take in the older man sitting there. His dark hair threaded with silver and his dark eyes were flashing with malice.
Taking two quick steps, I sink into the first chair I encounter. The one directly across from the terrifying man at the end of the table watching me closely.
Those eyes followed me making my skin crawl. As terrifying as this moment was, I had to admit it wasn’t as bad as being locked in a tiny closet like a caged animal. At least here, I was dressed and allowed to sit like a human and not treated worse than a dog.
“Look at her sons,” he tells the four other men in the room.
I was pretty sure they were already doing just that. The intensity changed to calculating as the men finally looked away and to their father.
“She’s perfect,” the first one to his right tells him, the desire in his voice loud and clear.
His dark hair and flashing, cold blue eyes reminded me of the arctic ice; hard and unforgiving and painful to the touch.
“You were right father,” the first to his left tells him.
That one had blond hair and brown eyes no less cold and unforgiving as the other one. I could see the malice in his eyes.
“I want her,” the second one on the right said like he was ordering his dinner. In a way, I guess he was.
His golden blond hair and flashing green eyes reminded me of an angel. An angel of hell. Even Lucifer was beautiful, but he was the king of hell.
My eyes drifted to the second one on the left who has yet to say anything to me. His cold eyes were raking my body, leaving painful goose bumps in his wake.
He was the one that terrified me the most. I could see the cold, dark desire in his eyes. He was one who enjoyed giving pain, the one I had been warned about. Oh god please not him.
“Only one of you can have her,” the Dons voice filled the now fearful silence.
“How will this play out father?” The one who hadn’t said a word asked. The one I feared the most.
“That Timofey, is exactly the problem,” the Don reply’s.
This is the one he warned me about. This was the one who was pure evil. I could almost see the darkness pulse off him in waves.
For the first time in two months, I prayed for help. I prayed to be saved. I prayed I wouldn’t be his.
Chapter 11
Maya
The room seemed to drop ten degrees as I held my breath. I waited for the man who now held my future in his hands to tell me what my new hell was going to be.
“She has one year to plan a wedding and learn how to be a mafia princess,” the Don told us all. His voice was cold and hard, a warning for me to fall into place.
The others nodded their agreement. I watch as heads turned my way once again, before turning back to their father.
“She will remain pure until the night of the wedding as per our custom,” he continued.
The men froze in place as the words echoed in the quiet room. My heart beat sped up and a small amount of relief flooded me.
I thought the drum like beat could be heard by all as the old man’s voice once again whipped through the room.
“Now it’s up to me to decide which one of you will be lucky enough to call this woman yours,” his voice held a hint of malice.
Those cold eyes moved my way again and chilled me to my core. I could tell none of them would be happy with losing.
I look at them trying to decide which one would less likely be sure to destroy me, to rip me apart and leave me hollow and shaken.
All those cold, dead eyes showed no mercy; no emotion. They were just cold and hard.
“I think she should be mine father,” the coldest of them says.
I remember his name, it was Timofey. I look at him, really look at him. His dark eyes are so much like his fathers, cold and evil. His dark hair giving him the appearance of a demon. He looked fresh fr
om hell like he was Lucifer’s second-hand man; the prince of hell.
“Timofey, why should I give her to you? My youngest son?” the Don’s voice was amused, and yet, still cold.
His eyes come back to me and stay there as he says the words that had my throat closing and my skin tightening painfully.
“I’ll break her. I’ll make sure she knows her place in this family,” his voice was calm, as if he just asked for the time.
“That’s the problem son. I don’t want her broken, just tamed,” he tells him smoothly.
I knew right then I wouldn’t be Timofey’s, and my body shook with relief.
“She should be mine father,” the one to his right tells him.
I stare into his dark, cold blue eyes and felt like the icy water was sucking me in and freezing my lungs. I was drowning, and it was painful.
I could literally feel the icy water pour into my body, chocking off my air supply.
“That may be the best option son,” the Don tells him
My stomach dropped, and my legs went numb as my arms seized painfully. I felt my chest constrict and my frozen lungs fight to breathe through the imaginary ice.
The others anger at losing the prize could be felt like a dark, shock wave through the room. Even though I belonged to their brother, I felt the malice and intent from them. I would need to look over my shoulder even more diligently.
Chapter 12
Kevin
My back was pressed against the wall as Short Stop wrapped her red, painted lips around my shaft and started sucking.
The feel of her tongue as it swirled around my head right before she pushed down, and then hollowed her cheeks, had my eyes closing and my hand fisting in her hair.
She knew just what I needed as she picked up the pace. The feel of the back of her throat had my orgasm rushing through me and I groaned as she swallowed over and over, until she swallowed every drop.
“Thanks sweetheart,” I tell her, as I release her hair.
She reached for her top and started pulling it over her head. My dick went from satisfied to hard.
“We need to go,” Tom tells me through the closed door.
“Fuck, I’ll be there in a minute,” I tell him coldly.
“It’s Lark, he’s headed to the club house,” Tom tells me.
Frustration mounts. Turning to Short Stop I smiled at her.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I tell her.
She nods, showing what kind of old lady she’d make someone.
Closing my dark blue jeans, I open the door and walk away. My dick was pissed, and I was beyond confused. What the fuck was Lark doing? And why was he headed to my club house?
Chapter 13
Maya
I’ve been here three weeks, maybe more. It’s hard to tell and I have seemed to have lost all track of time. I was too afraid to leave tally’s marking the days I’ve been here. The brothers have taken turns trying to make me meek and bendable.
I have yet to be broken and I wouldn’t go down without a fight. It was time for dinner, a not formed in my stomach at the thought of joining them.
My feet adorned in black heels just like Dimitri wanted, was barely covered by the long, silk green gown he insisted I wear.
They had made me dye my once, dark locks blond. He said it made me more appealing. It was just another piece of me they have taken away. Another chunk of my identity gone. Soon I wouldn’t recognize whatever was left of me.
Slowly, I descended the stairs and came face-to-face with Nikolai. I haven’t seen him since the day I awoke in my new hell.
He was watching me with a look of pity in his cold eyes. For a moment, I forgot where I was and what was happening.
“Maya,” Nikolai says quietly.
I just nod to him and hold my head higher even if it was heavy and difficult. My foot landed on the last stair and I lost my footing.
I felt Nikolai’s arms surround me pulling me in close. The door to the dining room slammed open and Dimitri stood there; his cold eyes taking in the scene before him.
It was damning if I had been doing something wrong. I was leaning into Nikolai, his arms holding me close as my hands pressed into his chest. My face had been turned toward his to whisper thanks for saving me had quickly turned as the door slammed hard into the wall.
I watch as his dark eyes look at us taking in every detail as his knuckles clenched and turned a startling shade of white. Anger was pulsing off Dimitri in waves.
Swallowing, I try to step away from Nikolai. His hands clench and his arms tense holding me in place. I could feel the heat off his body through my thin dress.
“Take your hands off my wife,” Dimitris cold voice was like a whip in the room and it lashed out and burned me.
Again, I try to step back, but Nikolai held strong refusing to let me go.
“Please,” I beg him.
He finally looks at me as his eyes grow dark and full of anger. For a moment, I feared him, but he released me with a subtle nod.
The air grew cold as Dimitri closed the space between us. I watch as Nikolai shifted slightly, putting himself between us. But only slightly. I could still see him coming for me.
The air stilled in my lungs as the muscles in my body locked up hard. Dimitris cold hand wrapped around my upper arm.
“Leave us,” he demanded of Nikolai.
I expected him to fight, to demand to stay and was horribly disappointed when he walked away. I thought for a moment that he would help me that maybe, finally, I was saved.
“How long?” his cold voice lashed at me.
“Huh?” I ask in confusion.
“How long have you been spreading those thighs for my cousin?” he demanded, with a hard tug on my arm.
My feet slid on the smooth stone floor causing me to once again lose my balance.
“I haven’t,” I tell him desperately, as I begin to fear the anger building inside of him.
His fingers dig in my arm painfully. The blunt tips breaking the skin and causing blood to well.
“I swear it,” I tell him.
I need him to believe me. I beg anyone who could be listening that he would believe me.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson sweetheart,” his voice was dark and filled with promise.
My tongue swelled, and my chest hollowed out. I wasn’t sure what other forms of punishment could be bestowed on me, but I knew one thing; I didn’t want to find out what he could do.
“I swear I haven’t touched him. I just slipped, and he caught me,” my voice was weak and filled with the terror I was feeling.
Reaching for him I touch his chest.
“I swear, I’ve never been with another man, it honestly was an accident Dimitri,” I finish, with his name trying to plead with him in some way to believe me.
I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t believe me. He pulled me in closer, his breath at me ear.
“You will learn your fucking place sweetheart. You are mine and I better not catch another man near you,” the demanding tone had my breath hitching.
I expected him to let me go to dinner, but instead he was dragging me up the stairs that I had just descended from. Pain shot through my arms and feet as I scrambled to keep from being dragged.
When we finally reached the top of the stairs, he didn’t pause. He just kept going, showing that he didn’t care that I was tripping over my feet, or that I was sure my arm was bruised.
“When this is over you will finally fucking know your place Maya,” he tells me, as we get closer to my door.
For a moment, I felt relief. It was stark in its painful intensity. When I looked up from the door, his eyes were on my face and they were dark like the night; no longer the artic blue I had feared.
The hand that wasn’t holding my arm shot out and gripped my face on either side of my mouth. He pulled them together roughly.
He leaned in closing the scant inches between us. His lips brushed mine.
“This will be a night
you won’t forger Maya, I can promise you that,” Dimitri whispered against our joined lips.
Chapter 14
Maya
The room is dark, and I have been sitting in here for hours or was it days? I honestly have no idea because I’ve lost track of time. This was my punishment and my conditioning. My heart stilled as the door swung open and the light flicked on.
Was he back already? The man who crossed the threshold had my eyes widening and my body sinking further into the mattress in the room.
A new fear pulsed within me and I tried to make myself as small as possible.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” the stranger tells me.
My eyes fill with tears and I try to hide them from him. It was a weakness and I didn’t want to share it. I watch as he turns to the wall behind the door and collects the keys.
I’ve been looking at that spot for a long time knowing it was my freedom, and yet, it was so far out of reach. His fingers wrap around the keys and he started walking my way.
“What's your name?” he asks.
I watch as he closes the space between us. The cuffs around my hands begin shafting my already sore and bleeding skin as I shake from his presence.
“Maya,” I tell him.
“Can I trust you, Maya?” he asks.
I shrink inside a little. What sick and twisted game are they playing now?
“Can you keep what happened here a secret?” he asks.
All I could do was nod my head yes.
“Are they dead?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies, his voice was calm and filled with honesty.
I wasn’t sure if I should believe this stranger. I had never seen him before and he was showing me a gentleness I had never experienced in my life. Was this a trick of sorts? I wasn’t sure, but I was also so broken now that I would do anything if it meant ending my punishment. Death or escaping; either was fine by me.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“My name’s Lark,” he tells me.
He grabbed my hand gently in his calloused one. My sore, tired body stiffened slightly as he swung me up into his arms.
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