Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  “You don't, but I do.”

  “And you would pay that much to get her freed?” Lenny asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Then call the asshole and ask him. Just do anything to get her back safely, please.”

  “Okay. It's the middle of the night now. I'll call him first thing in the morning.”

  *****

  It was peculiar, but Lucy hadn't felt she was in much danger when she was at Grigori's. At his house, from the very beginning, she'd felt he had a soft spot for her. It was that feeling that had made her hopeful she could sway him, which she'd eventually done. Locked away in a damp cellar in Natasha's father's house, she had an altogether different feeling. She could smell danger. This man was evil, and he would do to her what he'd said; of that she was certain. She had to escape.

  Her circumstances were similar to those at Grigori's house. She was locked in a basement. The only difference was that Grigori lived in a new house, and this house was old. She wondered if at some time there had been any alterations or repairs to the basement. Perhaps there was a weak spot in the wall somewhere—a bricked up window or door, a rotten air vent. Anything would do. Her situation was desperate. She felt her way around in the dark and began to push against the walls. She worked her way from floor to ceiling every meter or so until she'd covered the whole room. Nowhere had she felt anything give. She tried to remember what the ceiling was made of. She tough it was wood, but she wasn't sure. But even if it was made of wood, what good would it do? She needed to get out of the house, not appear a floor farther up.

  Lucy sat down on the brick floor and put her head in her hands. The only thing she had to cling to was the vain hope that Grigori would come for her. But that wasn't certain. She remembered he'd told her how powerful Natasha's father was. Unless a miracle occurred, she would be at the mercy of the small ugly man the next day, and the thought of that was too much to bear.

  “Shit! What's that?” Lucy shrieked. She'd fallen asleep for a few minutes, and something fury had run over her face. “Please don't let it bet rats. You know how scared I am of those creatures,” she shouted. She fumbled around and found a piece of wood. She sat up and held her breath, trying to hear something. But there was nothing. “What the fuck was it?” she sobbed. “Please, let me out of here,” she screamed.

  *****

  “Iakov, it's Grigori.”

  “What the fuck do you want? Do you know how much you've upset my daughter?”

  ““Fuck your daughter. She's a bitch.”

  “What? You'll pay for saying that.”

  “She's even uglier than you are, you fat slob.”

  Lenny was listening to the conversation and wondered what Grigori was doing. Why was he antagonizing him?

  “What do you want?” Iakov asked.

  “I want to tell Natasha that it's over between us. After she treated Lucy so badly, I don't want her anymore. Did you know Lucy is in the hospital because of her?”

  “What are you talking about? I've got her, here in my basement. And I'm really going to enjoy her; she's so pretty.”

  “You know, Iakov, you've always been a liar. According to her father she's in the hospital with a severe concussion. Just tell Natasha what I said. I never want to see her again.” Grigori hung up.

  “What are you doing?' Lenny asked. “Why did you antagonize him like that? And what's the bullshit story about Lucy being in the hospital?”

  “Wait and see,” Grigori said.

  When Grigori's phone rang again, it made Lenny jump. “Why don't you believe me?” Iakov asked.

  “Because you're always full of shit. Half the things you say you have done, you haven't. You're not as tough as you think. You don't have the balls to do half the things you claim to have done.” Grigori looked at Lenny, who was beside himself with worry.

  “Come and see for yourself. She's here.”

  “Do you think I'm stupid? You and Natasha want to kill me.”

  “Come and see for yourself whether she's here. You have my word that nothing will happen to you. But if she's here, as she is, you will watch me use her and then kill her.”

  “ You're so full of shit. I'll be there at eleven.”

  Grigori put his cell on the kitchen table and stared at Lenny. “You've just killed her,” Lenny said.

  “No. I've just gained entry to his house.”

  “But there will be so many guards there. You'll have no chance of freeing her.”

  “I want him to free her in exchange for me. I can only negotiate that when I'm in the house.”

  “You are willing to trade yourself for her?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she's a good woman and doesn't deserve any of this.”

  “You're in love with her,” Lenny said.

  “Shut up,” Grigori said

  *****

  Grigori looked at the house he'd just pulled up in front of. It was one of the first mansions ever built in the New York area. It had belonged to a rich family of jewelers until Iakov had persuaded the only remaining family member to sell it to him. Iakov had paid around twenty-five million dollars for it.

  He walked to the door and was greeted by one of Iakov's huge guards. All his bodyguards were Russian. Iakov hadn't ever made much of an effort to learn English—though most people knew what he meant when he was holding a gun to their head.

  Grigori followed the guard through the hallway and down a long corridor toward the back of the house. Iakov was sitting in an armchair in a lounge. Natasha was sitting on the sofa. When she saw Grigori, she got up, walked over to him, and slapped him. He ignored it.

  “So, you don't believe me,” Iakov began. “You think I'm a liar.”

  “I don't believe the girl is here, no,” Grigori said.

  “But you saw me take her,” Natasha said.

  “That doesn't mean she's here. I know for a fact she's in the hospital.”

  Natasha and Iakov laughed. “You're so dumb,” Natasha said.

  “When I pull her from the basement, you'll look so stupid,” Iakov said. “Go and get her,” he said to Natasha. Natasha did as he asked.

  “I can't wait for this,” Iakov said, rubbing his hands together. When he heard someone shouting, he got up and walked to the door.

  Natasha came running up the stairs. “She's gone,” she said.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Iakov shouted. “She can't be,” he said, running down the stairs. Grigori, who was just as surprised but didn't want to show it, got up and followed Iakov. When he reached the basement he saw a small hole had been kicked in the wall. It was probably just large enough for Lucy's slender figure to get through, he thought.

  “I can't see her here,” Grigori said. “I told you that you were telling me lies.”

  “She was here,” Iakov said desperately. “She's escaped somehow.”

  “See you later, liar,” Grigori said. He started to walk up the steps but stopped when he heard the click of a trigger behind him.

  “You're going nowhere. I'm going to kill you,” Iakov said.

  Grigori turned around and looked at him. “Why?”

  “Because you were so rude about my daughter.”

  “Come on, Iakov, you know what she's like. I only got involved with her to please you. I can't stand her anymore.”

  “That doesn't excuse what you said. You insulted me, and you insulted her. Good-bye, Grigori.”

  Grigori fell to the floor, rolled over, and produced a gun before Iakov had time to cock his gun and fire it. Iakov fell to the floor, dead, but it wasn't Grigori who had killed him. The shot had come from the hole in the wall. Grigori got up and looked outside. Lucy was laying on the ground with a pistol in her hand.

  “So, you came to free me,” she said.

  “What the hell's going on? Yes, I came to free you, but you were gone.”

  “Come on, before all his men descend on you.”

  “I can't get through this hole.”


  Lucy put her feet to the wall and kicked a few more bricks away. “Big enough now, fatty?” she quipped.

  Grigori squirmed through the hole and ran along the side of the house with Lucy. When he saw the coast was clear, they ran to his car and sped off up the driveway.

  *****

  “I killed him,” she said shakily. They'd just reached Grigori's mansion.

  “He deserved it. He was going to kill you.”

  “But what about the police?”

  “They won't call the cops. They know you shot him in self-defense. Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. Would you mind telling me what he did to you?”

  “He put me in that horrible damp basement. You saw it. It wasn't fit for a pig to live in. In the middle of the night, I felt something that really freaked me out. Something fury crawled over me. I thought it was a rat, but it turned out to be a cat. It hadn’t been there when I was put down there, so I wondered how it had gotten into the basement.”

  “How?”

  “Through a hole in the wall. I hadn't seen it the first time I looked because it was dark. The hole was quite small, but the house is old and the bricks are rotten, so I managed to make the gap big enough to get through.”

  “I ran to the road, managed to get a ride, and eventually got back to my dad's house. He told me you'd gone to Iakov's. He pleaded with me not to leave, but I had to make sure you were okay.” Lucy reached for him and pulled her to him. “I need you. I never intended to fall for you, but I did, despite your brutality toward my father.”

  He held her and kissed her gently on the lips. “And I need you. Is the gun your father's?”

  “Yes. When I insisted on going, he gave it to me.”

  “You're quite a lady. Tough as old boots,” he said. “I came to the house thinking you were still there. I was going to offer myself in exchange for you,” Grigori said.

  “I saved you a job then, didn't I?” Lucy said as she put her arms around his neck.

  “Yes, you did.”

  They embraced, and he kissed her passionately. The thought that he might have lost her hadn't really hit home until now. Now that he held her in his arms and smelled her scent, he realized how lucky they had been.

  “You'd better call you father,” he said.

  He walked upstairs and left Lucy to call Lenny. When she was finished, she shouted to Grigori.

  “Where are you?”

  “Upstairs, waiting for you.”

  When she got to the bedroom, he was lying naked on the bed.

  “Grigori, you don't seriously expect me to screw you after the night I've just had? I'm tired, and I'm filthy.”

  “You know where the bathroom is. Go and clean up. You can sleep after I've finished with you.”

  She looked at him and began to undress. His cock seemed to grow with each piece of clothing she took off. When she was naked, he was hard and throbbing. “I love your body. It's so sexy,” he said.

  “And dirty. See you soon,” she said as she headed for the bathroom.

  “Don't be too long. I'm desperate to fuck you,” he commanded.

  Lucy stood under the shower and thought through what had happened. She'd been lucky. Thank heaven for cats, she thought. Despite escaping, she'd killed someone, and that didn't feel good. She was also worried about being charged with murder. Listen to Grigori, she told herself. He's probably right. After all, Lord knows how many people he's killed.

  When she was finished, she walked back into the bedroom and knelt on the bed next to him.

  “What do you want, Grigori? What do you want with me?”

  “I want to fuck you.”

  “No. I mean do you want a relationship or just sex now and then?”

  Grigori didn't hesitate. “I want a woman in my life who I love and who I can take care of. I want that person to be you.”

  Lucy felt a lump in her throat. He'd said exactly what she'd wanted him to say. “Take me, Grigori. I'm all yours.”

  He pulled her down onto the bed and entered her immediately. He didn't want foreplay; he needed to feel her body wrapped around his as he made love to her. His lovemaking drove her wild. His thrusts were so strong, she came time after time, clinging to him like a limpet to a rock.

  When he took them over the edge, he shouted her name and she whispered “I love you” into his ear.

  They spent the day in bed. He managed to satisfy her twice more before she was so exhausted she fell asleep for hours. When she woke up, she heard voices downstairs. She put on a robe and went down to see who it was.

  “Dad,” she exclaimed.

  “Thank god you're safe,” he said as he embraced her. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

  “I know, Dad. Me too.”

  “I only stopped by to see how you were,” Lenny said. “I'll be on my way. I know you two have something going on, so I'll leave you to it.”

  “Lenny, before you go,” Grigori said, “I'm sorry about the incident the other day. It was stupid.”

  “I don't think you would have cared if I hadn't had such a wonderful daughter,” Lenny said.

  Grigori thought for a while. “No, you're right. If it hadn't been for Lucy, I would have blown your brains out.”

  Everyone laughed, and Lenny departed.

  *****

  The newspapers reported the death of “A Russian Businessman,” but that was the end of it. They heard no more. Natasha was killed a few months later in a motorcycle accident.

  Grigori and Lucy were married, and when their first child was born, Grigori stopped all his illegal activities and went straight. He built up a huge real estate portfolio, which he willed to his son and daughter.

  Lucy spent a happy life painting and seeing to her family. She was such a good painter, she managed to sell many pieces to collectors from all over the world. But her biggest love wasn't art. It was Grigori, her children, and her father.

  *****

  THE END

  MAFIA Romance – Owned and Protected

  “I can't do this. I really can't,” Cassy said. The house was full of floral tributes to her late father.

  “You can, Cassy. Be strong for Michael. He really needs you now.”

  Cassy smiled at Judy. “You're the best friend anyone could wish for. Thank you so much for supporting me today.”

  “And you are the best person I have ever known. Come on, let's go.”

  At St. Michael's Church, Pastor Jeffries was waiting for the funeral cortege at the church gate. He hadn't seen Cassy for a while; she didn't come to church as often as her mother and father had. Her late parents, Douglas and Wanda, had showered the church with generous financial donations, and he wondered, now that Cassy was head of the family fortune, whether she would be as generous.

  When the hearse and limousines pulled up, Pastor Jeffries noticed what a fantastically beautiful woman Cassy had turned into. Tall and slender with wonderfully curved hips and a generous bosom, she was more elegant than any woman he had ever seen in his congregation.

  “Cassy,” he said, shaking her hand. “I'm sorry for your loss. It must be very hard to lose your mother and father in quick succession.”

  “It is, but at least they are together again,” she said through the black veil.

  Cassy turned to Judy. “Look how many mourners there are. I hadn't expected this.”

  “Your father was a well-known man, not only in New York but throughout the US. There isn't a single person in this country who hasn't at some time been to a ToysForAll store. How many stores are there? Six hundred?”

  “Six hundred and three.”

  “And you will be just as good as your father at running the business.” Judy held on to her hat as a gust of wind threatened to remove it from her head.

  “I only wish he'd been around for another ten years. I'm only twenty-two. What do I know about business?”

  “You have some great people working for you, people who really respected your father and who will help you.”
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  “Michael, are you all right?” Cassy asked. She put her arm around her fifteen-year-old brother.

  “Okay. Two hundred and seventy-three,” he said.

  “What?”

  “People.”

  “Have you counted them all?”

  Michael's head tilted to one side. “Yes.”

  “Wow. I really don't know how you do that,” Cassy said.

  “Because he's clever, aren't you, Michael,” Judy said. Michael didn't answer; he was looking at a plane high above them.

  The service was short and to the point. Cassy hadn't wanted Michael to suffer any longer than necessary.

  “Men, don't like,” Michael said when they were leaving.

  “Which men?” Cassy asked.

  “Men under trees. I don't like.” Michael began to shift from one foot to the other and throw his head around. “Don't like. Go away.”

  Judy caught up to them. She'd been delayed by Pastor Jeffries, who was keen to know whether Cassy would be donating to the fund to repair the church roof. “What's the matter with Michael?” she asked.

  “He doesn't like those men over there.”

  Judy looked at a line of trees that bordered the cemetery. “I agree. They are a shifty-looking bunch. You're right, Michael.”

  “He gets like this when he's stressed,” Cassy whispered to Judy. “Dad was so good with him. I only hope I can be.”

  “You're great with him. Autism isn't an easy thing to deal with.”

  *****

  “Tell me how much you want it,” Igor Ivanovich said to the blond woman he was pressing against the wall. He put his hand to the hem of her skirt and began to pull it up. “Tell me, how much do you want my cock?”

  She'd never been with a man like Igor. He turned her on so much that she wasn't able to answer him. She just continued to grind her pelvis against him.

  “Can't answer, huh?” he said. In a flash, he ripped her panties off and put his hand over her vulva. “I can feel how much. You don't have to speak,” he said.

  She came three times when he took her against the wall, and countless times during the longest love-making session she'd ever had, and was ever likely to have.

  When the gray light of morning pierced the thin curtains, Igor got up, showered, and dressed. When he was at the door, she woke.