Stealing Destiny (The Caribbean Rivalry Book 2)

by M. K. Moore

  “That’s good Princess. You are going to have me for a lifetime.”

  “YA khochu chtoby.” I do want that. More than anything.

  Every time I speak Russian he fucks into me harder, so naturally, I keep using it. Thank God for all those languages my mom made me learn.

  Before I know it, I am coming hard and he fills me with more of his seed.

  God, I have never thought about kids before, but now it’s all I can think about. I groan when he pulls out of me.

  “Bud' moyey zhenoy?” He says from beside me.

  “What?” I sit up and look over at him.

  “Be my wife?” He asks again.

  “I know what you said, but holy shit, Ivan.” I say. I am freaking out on the inside. We just met five days ago, that is hardly anytime at all.

  “If you think it is too soon, let me tell you why it’s not.”

  “You don’t have to sell me on it, Ivan.” I say, laughing.

  “Good. It is settled then.”

  “Wait. I don’t believe I answered you, Ivan.”

  “Princess. Stop acting like you don’t want this. Want us.”

  “Fine. I do, but you should have seen the look on your face.”

  I kiss him hard. Suddenly, the bell for the elevator goes off. Ivan gets out bed and pulls pants on as he leaves the room.

  I lay back down and drift off. Suddenly, I jerk awake.

  “Destiny Aileen Walker get your ass out here now.” I hear my father shouting. What the fuck? He should be in Russia.

  I spring from the bed and pull on a robe. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way out. Shit. I look freshly fucked and completely inappropriate to see anyone, let alone my dad.

  “Dad, what the hell are you doing here? I didn’t think you’d show up.” I demand as I make my way over to stand beside Ivan. I put my hand in his and stare at my father, who is very red faced.

  “Don’t talk to me like that young lady. The better question is what are you doing here? With this criminal.”

  “I know you didn’t bother, but my eighteenth birthday was a few days ago. Just because you didn’t come, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

  “That still doesn’t explain why you are shacked up with a criminal.”

  “Oh my God. Spit it out. What are you talking about. Ivan isn’t a criminal.”

  I notice that Ivan hasn’t said anything, but he has squeezed my hand harder. I don’t even think for a second that the man I love is a criminal.

  “Ivan Dobrev is a member of the Bratva.”

  “That’s not true.” I pause. “What is the Bratva?”

  “It’s the Russian mafia. But you are mistaken Mr. Walker. I am not a member. My father, also called Ivan, was a member. He was murdered many years ago, along with my mother.”

  “Oh Prince. I am so sorry. You must have been so young when it happened.”

  Before Ivan has a chance to respond, my father drags me away from him.

  “Good Lord, Destiny. You call him prince? Are you brainwashed or something? Get your things. We are leaving.”

  I jerk out of his hold. “Are you kidding me? I am not going anywhere. This is where I belong.”

  “Is this your rebellion? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

  “Embarrass you? What are you talking about?” I demand. I am livid.

  “How do you think it makes me look? My only daughter married to Russian street trash?”

  “Wow Dad. That’s nice. Very ambassadorial of you. I love him, and I am not going anywhere without him.”

  “You have got to be kidding, Destiny. You don’t even know him. Get your things and we don’t have to tell your mother about this indiscretion.”

  “Do you hear yourself? Did you hear me? I. Am. Not. Leaving. I do not want to be this way, but you do not get to be absent for my entire life, leaving me to be raised by your mother, whose funeral you didn’t even go to, only to come back when it’s too late. I have made my decision.”

  “Fine. Don’t come crying to me when this piece of shit reveals his true colors. Your mother and I will not help you.” He says calling up the elevator.

  “I have already spoken to Mom. She is happy for me. You should try that sometime Dad.”

  He looks at me with defeat before getting into the elevator.

  “I am sorry about him, Ivan. It wouldn’t matter to me if you were in the mafia. I love you.” I say for only the second time. The first time was days ago, at the beach. He pulls me into a hug.

  “I love you too, malysh.”

  “Malysh? I like that.” “Baby” in Russian sounds so hot coming from his lips.

  “Let’s go back to bed. Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Sounds perfect.” I say leaning into him. He kisses the side of my head.

  Once back in the bedroom, I wait until he is laying down. He has already taken his pants off, so I shrug the robe off of my shoulders.

  “What is that look about?” He asks.

  “Oh nothing.” I say. Taking his already hard cock in my hand. I stroke it a few times before taking it in my mouth.

  “Fuck. That feels amazing.” He says. I love the way he is gripping my hair. He is pulling it kinda hard, but I find that I like the pain. I moan.

  Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I climb up on top of him. I use my hand and guide him to my pussy and I sink down on him. My moan turns into more of a hiss. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me up and down his cock.

  “Oh. God,” I cry out.

  “Fuck. Your tight pussy is too much.” He rolls us over so that he on is top. He keeps his pace up.

  “Fuck, Ivan. I am coming.”

  “I know. Keep coming. Your little pussy is getting even tighter.” He growls in Russian as he comes.

  “Sleep, malysh.” He says pulling out of me. He kisses me soundly before getting out of bed and getting dressed.

  “Where are you going?” I ask, pulling the covers over me.

  “I have some business to attend to. Sleep. I’ll be back shortly.”

  “Okay. Love you.”

  He doesn’t respond but I do hear the elevator ding.

  I wonder where he is going.

  The elevator dings again and my eyes pop open.

  “Gryaznaya shlyukha.” Dirty whore? That can’t be right. I move to get out the bed, but something hard hits me in the side of my head. I try to fight back, but everything goes black.

  Chapter Seven

  Ivan

  My “business” was finding and talking to her father. I know all about Ambassador Jason Walker. He is a good man, a patriot. He just doesn’t have all of the facts.

  In the lobby, I get on one of the reservation computers and figure out that he booked a room for one night. I leave the reception area and take the elevator to the fifth floor. I knock on the door to room 525, when it opens, I am greeted by a shirtless Mr. Walker. It is one of our deluxe suites.

  “What the fuck do you want, Dobrev?” He says taking another drink from his glass of whiskey. He looks like he has had quite a few in the hour or so since he was in my room.

  “I wanted to talk to you about Destiny, Sir.” I say.

  “What could you possibly say that she did not?” He says, gesturing me inside and closing the door.

  “I’ve just found out some more information about my parents. My cousin had my parents killed to get their money. Apparently, his plan was to kill all of us. Mikhail was shot, but Natasha and I were still at school. So, we were spared. He’s sent my sister over to another island thinking that they would either arrest her or kill her.”

  “That very well maybe, but your parents had ties to the Bratva. I don’t want that for my daughter.”

  “With all due respect sir, I think a lot of people in Russia have ties to the Bratva. Given the history, I’d say it is inevitable.”

  He lets out a huge belly laugh. “I suppose you are right. How the hell did you even meet Destiny?”

  “Well, it is a long story. The short ver
sion is my brother wanted her friend and I was to put Destiny in a room until my brother got what he wanted.”

  “So, you are just using my daughter to pass the time?” He asks.

  “Of course not.” I say outraged. I have to remember he is about to be my family. “That was the original plan. As I spent time with her on the plane, I just knew.” I finish.

  “Mrs. Walker and I were the same way. We met at a holiday party the State Department puts on every year. I married her within two weeks. This is the first time we have had separate assignments in eighteen years. Thankfully, Jacinda’s post is only six months. She will be here tomorrow. I was going to have her try to talk some sense into Destiny, but I see that will be pointless.” He makes himself another whiskey. He pours me one and hands it to me. I drink it to be polite, but I prefer vodka.

  “I love your daughter, Sir. I want to marry her.”

  “Enough of this Sir shit. Call me Jason.”

  “Jason. Do I have your blessing?”

  “You do, but I want it on record that I am still concerned about this Bratva business.”

  “Trust me, Jason. There is no Bratva business as far as my family is concerned.

  “That’s what I like to hear. Another whiskey?”

  “Sure.” I say. We spend the next hour talking about Destiny as a child. I learn a lot about my girl.

  “I am going to head back. I have to take Destiny to my brother’s. Marisol wants to have dinner with her.”

  “I should have known the friend was Marisol. Her and Destiny are never more than a few feet apart. This must be killing them. I mean since elementary school, joined at the hip.”

  “I’ve heard that.” I say, standing. I shake his extended hand and leave the room. I have to go back down to the lobby to get into the penthouse elevator. When I finally get back upstairs, I notice a flower pot has been tipped over.

  “Destiny?” I call out. I feel a sense of dread as I search throughout the suite. The sheets are rumpled, the way they were when I left. The only difference is a large pool of blood on the bed. I run my hand over it, it is still damp.

  “God dammit.” I say, as I pull my phone from my pocket. I call Mikhail. “Is Destiny there?” I demand.

  “No brother. She isn’t. What’s going on?”

  “Someone has stolen her from our room. There is so much blood.”

  “Calm down. Call Peter. There are only a few places she can be.” I know he is right. Besides the hotel, there is the big house over on the other side of the island. A small cabin, the outbuildings for the kitchens, and staff quarters. There are twenty small houses on two “streets” about fifty yards to the northwest of the hotel. To the south is the water. I pray that she isn’t in the water. That I can find her in time. That I can steal her back. I realize I should let her father know.

  We search everywhere until it gets dark. The security team had to call the search off. I want to keep going but I know that it will do no good. This is the first night I’ve spent without her since I met her.

  As I pace my room all night, I realize I will burn this island to the ground to get her back.

  I just hope it doesn’t come to that, but if it does, I am prepared to do what needs to be done.

  ◆◆◆

  The next morning dawns and of course I am no closer to finding her. I head down to the lobby. I am grabbing a cup of coffee when Stavros, comes up to me.

  “Morning boss. I know you have a lot going on right now, but Stacia never showed up, so I haven’t been able to fire her yet. She wasn’t in her quarters either.”

  “Are you telling me that Stacia is missing too?” I demand, grabbing him by the shirt.

  “That is what I am saying.”

  At that moment, Jason and who I assume is Mrs. Walker run up to me.

  “Any news?” Jason asks.

  “Nothing concrete. An employee who has been giving her trouble is also missing.”

  “What can we do to help? I’m Jacinda, Destiny’s mom.”

  “All we can do right now is wait.” I say, extending my hand for her to shake.

  “None of that now. From what my husband says, we are about to be family.” She says as she pulls me into a hug.

  “We are.” I just need to find my bride.

  “Sir? Mr Dobrev?” Mischa, a security agent, shouts as he runs up to me.

  “Yes?” I reply. For the first time, I begin to hope.

  “We’ve found her. Not far from here.”

  I take off at a run. When I find her in a tool shed, she is black and blue, but she is alive.

  Chapter Eight

  Destiny

  When I open my eyes, I realize everything hurts. Everything. It’s dark and I have no idea where I am. I try to move but I am bound, sitting on the floor, my back against a wall. As my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, I realize that I am not alone in the room. Stacia is bound to a chair directly in front of me.

  “Stacia, prosnut'sya.” I tell her to wake up as quietly as I can. I don’t want to alert whoever did this to us.

  I realize that I am able to stand, so I do so and shuffle over to her. I use my shoulder to nudge her, since my hands are tied behind my back. I the more I try to break free, the more it hurts. Cable ties are no joke. Stacia jerks awake.

  “Ms. Walker? Where are we? Why is it so dark? My head.” Her accent is even thicker when she is first awake.

  “Calm down. I have no idea where we are but, I do know that freaking out will not help the situation.” I take a deep breath. “It smells like eggs in here and I hear water.” I say.

  “We are in reclaimed water shed.” She says after a few moments.

  “How far away from the hotel are we?” I ask.

  “Twenty kilometers or so.” Fuck. I didn’t even know the island was more than a few miles long. Walking twelve with no sense of direction would be hard. Not impossible, but hard still.

  “My hands are bound with cable ties. Are yours?”

  I hear her shuffle around. “Nyet. Some kind of tape.” I move closer to her. I feel more than see that her hands are taped to the arms of the chair.

  “Alright. I should be able to loosen this one, so you can get free.” I say working the piece of tape with my numb fingertips. When I finally loosen it enough, she rips her hand away and loose from the chair. She didn’t even flinch. Bad bitch. She removes her other hand and tries to help me with the cable tie. When that doesn’t work, she unties the rope from around my ankles.

  “We cannot be here when Dimitri gets back.” Stacia says.

  “Who is Dimitri?” I ask.

  “Cousin of boss. I remember. He dragged me from beach earlier. When I would not comply, he hit me.”

  “What does he want with us?”

  “You, I don’t know. He thinks I am his. I tell him no, but does no good.”

  “Ok. Let’s get out of here then.” I say, moving to the door. She was rude to me a few days ago, but none of that seems to matter now.

  I throw open the door. I am blinded by the sunlight. I am hoping it is still the same day. “Which way do we go?” I ask Stacia.

  “This way.” She says taking off at a run to the left.

  I follow behind her until she is so far ahead of me, I lose her. I have no idea where I am going, so I slow down a bit. Just as I do, I am tackled from the side.

  “Son of a bitch.” I shout which causes a sweaty hand to be clamped over my mouth. I am squirming to get out from under him. The hand squeezes my cheeks hard. I stop squirming. This must be Dimitri. He looks a lot like Ivan and Mikhail. He is handsome, but he looks deranged.

  “You should have stayed where I put you, gryaznaya shlyukha. Now things will be more difficult for you.” I am getting really tired of being called a dirty whore by this guy.

  He lifts me over one shoulder as he walks in a completely different direction. We are not going back to the reclaimed water shed.

  Finally, we reach what looks a tool shed. Though shed is a compliment. It’s mor
e like a lean-to. He sets me down so that I am facing him. I take a second to look at my surroundings. This “room” is full of landscaping equipment. Things that looked normal before all look like implements of torture now. I shudder. He pushes me further inside.

  “You helped my property escape. You will pay even more now.” He says, spittle flying in my face.

  I don’t say anything. I am not sure appearing human to this guy will help any. I sit there stoically as he hits me repeatedly. I am crying, but they are silent tears. I can tell my lack of response is frustrating him, because he leaves in a huff after a while. I have lost all track of time. Twice more he comes in throughout the night and beats the fucking shit out of me. He makes no moves try anything further. Thank God.

  ◆◆◆

  The morning dawns and I am given yet another beating. I hate the fact that this guy doesn’t seem to get tired. He is methodical, being sure to hit the majorly injured areas over and over. He hasn’t spoken since he told me I let Stacia get away. I hope she really did.

  When he leaves again, I assess my injuries. My left eye is swollen shut and I am pretty sure my right arm is broken since I can’t lift it anymore. Everything still hurts, and I don’t have a plan to get out of here. I am not bound, but I know I wouldn’t be able to get away. I curl into a little ball and wait to die.

  I think about Ivan. He has no idea where I am. Will he be able to move on without me? Love someone else? I want him to find me. It isn’t fair. I just got started in life.

  The door opens again, letting in a stream of light, but I am facing away from it. I prepare myself for another round of beatings. I wonder if it will be the last. When did I stop fighting? I do not want to die, so I decide to fight back. I hear footsteps approach me. When a hand touches my back, I spring into action. With as much strength as I can manage, I kick my attacker.

  “Malysh?” Ivan’s voice rings out and I recognize it immediately. Thank God.

  Everything turns black as I am lifted off of the ground.

  Epilogue