Capturing Victory (Driven Hearts Book 3)

by Nikita Slater

  Keane snorted his laughter. “Except you are an evil prick and you’ve hurt the girl several times since you’ve had her. What? You plan on brainwashing her the other way now? Convince the girl that life as a caged bird is preferable to the hate her so-called father was spewing? Good luck with that.”

  “Fuck you, man,” Ivan growled, but there was laughter in his voice. He couldn’t deny Keane’s observation. The Irishman had a knack for cutting straight through bullshit. Ivan was convinced if he hadn’t employed the man, he would’ve eventually ended up dead by saying the wrong thing to the wrong slaver.

  “She say anything useful at all?” Keane pushed.

  “She was grabbed while picking pockets on the streets of Mumbai. Her so-called father snatched her after she cloned his phone and emptied his accounts,” Ivan couldn’t keep the pride from his voice as he recounted the story. “She was still a child when she was fleecing grown men out of their gadgets and scamming all their money.”

  Keane forgot to keep his laser focus on the opposite building. He threw his head back and laughed. “That’s our girl!” he chortled. “Can you imagine the things she could do for us if she were brought to heel? God damn!”

  Ivan suppressed the grin threatening to break through his icy exterior and simply nodded. Yes, the thought of how much Jaya could help him grow his empire had certainly crossed his mind when he’d seen exactly how powerful her brain really was. But he’d also been given a taste of the devastation she could cause as well. Unfortunately, Jaya’s mind was twisted with the hatred of another person and until Ivan was able to trace the source of the man who called himself her father, he couldn’t risk allowing her free reign in his organization. Perhaps never. She was like dynamite; small, hot, unstable, unpredictable and ready to go off if placed in the wrong spot. No, Ivan was going to have to be very careful with this woman. She was too important to risk.

  “For now, we protect her. Forget any thoughts of using her,” Ivan said, his voice hardening. “There’s no doubt that this Father person is willing to sacrifice her to get to me.”

  The humour drained from Keane’s expression and he shifted back to guard mode, scanning the evening for threats. “Of course, boss. Nothing happens to the woman.”

  Ivan turned away and strode back across the deck. He stopped next to the pool and looked down at the water, backlit by blue lights beneath the surface. It was an inviting prospect on a hot and humid Indonesian evening, though he rarely swam. It seemed he was often too busy working to make time for leisure pursuits unless they were directly related to physical training. While swimming was a physical activity, he preferred to work out with his men. Not for the social aspect, but to make sure the regime was tough enough. He wanted his men in top physical shape, able to take on any type of combat threat that came at them. He and Keane worked with them until they could handle themselves with ballistic weapons and in hand-to-hand situations.

  Ivan stepped back from the pool and glanced up, as if drawn to look toward Jaya’s room, though he wasn’t expecting to see her. He stopped moving the moment his eyes landed on her. She was watching him, had probably been watching him for awhile, a slice of light from the bedroom behind her giving her a halo. She was sitting on the top of the balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her bare thigh curled over the edge. She was wearing one of his T-shirt’s, probably the only thing she could dig up besides a sari.

  Anger surged through Ivan as he watched Jaya carelessly place her life in danger yet again. From the way she lifted her brow and the stubborn set to her shoulders he could tell she was doing it on purpose, bucking her new cage. Ivan took the stairs two at a time as he headed toward the master bedroom, intent on dragging Jaya off the ledge and spanking her ass. Would he now have to lock her away from the balcony too? Fuck, she was a handful. And fuck if he wasn’t enjoying every move they made across the chess board. Even the small ones.

  He unlocked the bedroom door and strode inside. Siti met him at the door. She was wringing her hands, apologies spilling from her lips. “I tried to get her to come down, Sir, but she is very stubborn. I couldn’t use the discipline as I feared I would shock her right off the ledge.”

  Ivan’s fury nearly boiled over at the thought of this woman, whom he’d hired and instructed to watch over Jaya, using the bracelets to keep her in line. He’d hoped the woman would bond with Jaya, act as a mother figure to her. He’d given her control to the bracelets as a last resort, to stop Jaya from leaving. Not to shock her at will.

  “Get the fuck out,” he snarled, positive that if he spent another moment in her presence he would murder her. The only thing stopping him was his need to get Jaya off the ledge quickly. That and he didn’t want Jaya to have to see another dead body just when she was getting used to a softer side of him.

  Siti ran toward the door. Ivan grabbed her wrist, held it up and removed the device from her hand. “How many times have you shocked her?” he asked coolly. He was beginning to suspect Jaya was partially out on the balcony to escape the old woman’s presence.

  Fear flashed across her wrinkled face. “I truly don’t know, sir. You told me to discipline the young Miss if she tried to escape and she had many thoughts of this kind. I tried to keep the setting low and only punish when she truly deserved.”

  Ivan kept his thoughts well shuttered so as not to alarm the woman. He released her wrist so he wouldn’t be tempted to snap it. “I want you to go find Keane and describe each time you were forced to discipline your charge. Please be precise. He will want details.”

  Keane had a good stomach and he wasn’t picky about his victims. He also had a strong sense of poetic justice. There was a good chance Siti was about to find out exactly how electroshock jolts felt while she was detailing her brief time with Jaya. He watched dispassionately as she scurried from the room, glad to escape the psychotic boss and his feral woman.

  Ivan continued to the balcony, pushing the hangings back. He wasn’t worried about startling Jaya, she knew he was coming the moment she spotted him by the pool. She didn’t bother looking back at him, though she must have heard him approach. He stepped up to her, wrapped a hand firmly around her upper arm and held her. He wanted to haul her off the ledge, shake her and demand she stop putting herself in dangerous situations. But he also desperately wanted to understand what made Jaya tick.

  “How many times did Siti shock you?” he asked quietly.

  She turned to look at him, a frown creasing her lovely features. “Who?”

  “The old woman.”

  “Oh her,” Jaya said dismissively, turning her face away from him again.

  “How many times?” he demanded sharply, his fingers tightening on her arm.

  She shrugged. Instead of saying anything, she rubbed one of her wrists over top of the bracelet. Her actions were almost jerky, as though involuntary.

  “Are you hiding out here?” he asked. “Sitting up on the ledge so she can’t shock you again?”

  Jaya blew out an annoyed breath and shrugged her shoulders again, this time trying to push him away. “I don’t know,” she said impatiently. “Maybe. She was getting on my nerves and Haty didn’t like the tension so I decided to come out here. She tried to make me go back inside using the phone thing. I sat on the ledge to stop her. I thought she was going to use it anyway, but I think common sense stopped her.” Jaya snickered. “I’m guessing your orders were for a lightly fried prisoner, not a pancake.”

  Ivan’s need to immediately go and disembowel Siti warred with his need to check every inch of Jaya to make sure she was uninjured. Since he knew Siti was in Keane’s sadistic hands, he decided to stay with Jaya.

  “Enough of this nonsense,” he said darkly and hauled her off the ledge, careful to pull her into his chest in case she struggled and accidentally threw her weight toward empty space. She didn’t struggle. She let out a small sigh, turned and slid off the concrete barrier and into his arms.

  “Did you send her away?” Jaya asked hopefully.


  “Yes,” he said firmly. “She won’t be back.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, gratitude leaking into her voice.

  He felt like a bastard. He didn’t want her gratitude. He should have kept her safe. Siti was meant to be a measure of protection and comfort for a young woman who’d spent a lifetime away from the company of women. Instead he’d fucked up and chosen badly. He knew nothing about caring for the damaged woman he was falling in love with and he feared he was only making things worse for her.

  Ivan led her off the balcony and sat her on the edge of the bed. He took both of her wrists in his hands and pushed the bracelets back as much as they would go so he could examine the delicate flesh beneath. What he saw made him grit his teeth and take several deep breaths to calm himself so he wouldn’t do something stupid that might frighten Jaya. The skin of her arm, usually a smooth medium brown colour was red and chafed. It was beginning to bruise with dark purplish-blue marks. He ran his thumb over the tender, slightly swollen skin and felt like the worst sort of asshole for coming up with this method of controlling her. He touched a tiny mole on inside of her wrist and lifted it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the mark.

  “I regret that I was the cause of these injuries,” he told her, trying to infuse sincerity into his voice. “I didn’t mean for you to be so heavily punished, simply deterred from escaping.”

  She stared at him for a moment and then asked, “You don’t apologize often, do you?”

  He chuckled. “Never.”

  “So I’m special then.”

  “Very,” he affirmed.

  “Huh,” she said, her voice taking on a tone that suggested she’d just learned something she could take advantage of.

  “You’re still wearing the bracelets, sweetheart,” he pointed out. “Perhaps you shouldn’t push your luck.”

  She lifted a shoulder and dropped it carelessly. “I think you’ll only zap me for sexual titillation and that seems to float my boat too. I’m also guessing you’re about to make that old bitch very uncomfortable for spending the entire day electrocuting the shit out of me, which also floats my boat. Now you’ll have to think of something else to contain your captive since your cages aren’t very effective anymore.” Her voice ended on a purr and she dropped her eyelashes, looking at him from beneath the dark fringe.

  He growled and reached for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her onto his lap where she was forced to straddle him. The T-shirt slid up her thighs exposing her panties. She wiggled until she was able to wrap her legs around his waist. He fisted his hand in her hair and tilted her head back so he could see her face.

  “Your brain is so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice deepening. “Even as you plan to escape me, I crave your intelligence, crave to know what you’re thinking every moment that you think it. You are so perfect, my lovely Jaya.”

  She whimpered and moved against him, her pupils dilating as passion began to ride her. He ran a hand down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her against his erection. Holding her head firmly in place he licked a path from her ear down her shoulder and back to the place where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down and sucked hard, marking her, claiming her. Her hips began moving, back and forth on top of him as she sought pleasure against the ridge of his cock, hard against the zip of his pants.

  “You can try to fly away, baby,” he growled against her, reaching between their bodies while she cried out her pleasure in his ear. “But you’ll never escape. You belong to me now.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jaya waited. One, two, three, four, five seconds passed. Finally, Ivan looked up. She grinned and waved at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the ledge of the balcony. The look of deep concentration that had been stamped across his features twisted into a fierce scowl. He straightened from where he’d been bent over, grappling with one of his men in what she could only assume was some kind of fake combat situation; though the punches, elbows and kicks they slammed into each other’s bodies looked real enough. She’d been enjoying her bird’s eye view, watching the sweat drip from Ivan’s hair, down his naked, rippling torso to soak into the low-slung waistband of his workout pants.

  Ivan pointed a finger at her and growled something completely inaudible. Jaya laughed, swung her leg over the ledge and blew him a kiss. His opponent took advantage of Ivan’s momentary distraction, driving a fist into Ivan’s stomach. Ivan barely flinched, instead swiveling around, grabbing the man’s head and bringing it down sharply onto his knee. Jaya winced as his nose shattered, spraying blood all over the beautiful tiles surrounding the pool deck. The guy dropped to his knees but bravely kept his hands down while Ivan spoke to him, presumably explaining where the guy went wrong.

  Jaya’s hand twitched to her face and she wrinkled her nose in sympathy. In a mock deep voice, she said, “If you manage to land a punch on your victim then you finish him. Don’t wait for him to turn around and break your nose. We like to break shit around here. You’re lucky I didn’t stab you in the throat, I like doing that too.” She switched her voice to a nasally falsetto when she noticed the bloody nosed guy speaking. “Yes sir, anything sir. I enjoy broken bones. Should I lick the shit off your shoes now, sir?”

  Someone giggled from behind Jaya. She glanced over her shoulder catching sight of her new keeper, a young woman around the same age as Jaya. Her name was Ndari. The woman had been shadowing Jaya since the disappearance of Siti two days before. Jaya had tried hating the other woman on sight, but Ndari was oddly endearing. She chattered nonstop, enjoyed modern conveniences, laughed at her mistress’s shenanigans and, best of all, didn’t zap Jaya.

  Jaya found it completely incongruous that Ivan would hire such a woman to care for her. Yet, he’d also felt really bad about the whole Siti-electrocution situation, though he hadn’t removed the bracelets yet. She glared down at them darkly.

  “Oh my holy mother!” Ndari exclaimed, taking a peek over the balcony. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this post, but I will thank the gods when I die and go to heaven because nothing beats the treats in this place. Oh my god, Jaya, look at that one,” she squealed, nodding her head toward the pool patio in a direction which could easily indicate any one of the dozen of half-naked sparring men. “I swear to god his six pack has a six pack. Is that even legal?”

  Jaya burst out laughing. She’d been finding it difficult not to laugh in Ndari’s presence. Her arrival had been a burst of much needed fresh air in a seriously oppressive atmosphere. “I don’t think there’s anything legal about any of those men down there,” Jaya replied, her own eyes glued to one man. He still watched her, but continued to spar, mindful of the distraction she created.

  Ndari nodded seriously and then leaned more heavily against the concrete barrier for a better view. “So true. Arms dealing is dangerous work I suppose. They need to keep in top shape.” She watched happily for a few moments, then her brows knitted together. “Oh shit, is the Master looking up here?”

  Jaya laughed, “Not sure he’s stopped looking up here, Ndari. I’m actually pretty impressed with his ability to kick ass while not looking at his opponent.”

  “Holy crappola! Quick, pretend you’re being scolded!” Ndari turned to Jaya with a concentrated frown and began wagging a very dramatic finger in her face while still side-eying the guys. Jaya burst into laughter again and slapped a hand over her face. Ndari groaned. “He’ll never believe I’m trying to get you down from there now. Quit laughing!”

  “I’m sorry!” Jaya snorted trying to look like she was being properly chastised. “But seriously, where on Earth did Ivan find you? So far I haven’t met a single person in his organization that hasn’t had the personality beaten out of him.”

  “He can try, I suppose. But then he’d have to contend with my brother, his royal highness, Prince Sal Kamala,” Ndari huffed, still frowning and waving her arms around while checking out the men at work. “Sally isn’t super fond of me on the whole, but he wouldn’t
like to hear that I’m in pieces either.”

  “So your brother just handed you over to Ivan?” Jaya asked curiously. “To work as my keeper or something?”

  She shrugged. “More like a companion. And yes, Sally was a little annoyed about the whole swimming naked in the Sea of the Ancestors thing, so he needed an expedient solution after my arrest. I’m actually not sure if it was the naked thing I was arrested for or being drunk as a skunk in a sacred place. Neither is acceptable behaviour for a female member of the royal family. Or a female. Or a human person in our country. Apparently, Ivan was looking for a new companion for you rather immediately and Sally needed to get me out of the country for a while. Things worked out well, didn’t they, new friend of mine!”

  Jaya stared at the other woman as though she were a unique creature that one didn’t experience often in the wild. From the outside Ndari appeared to be everything the companion to a rich man’s mistress should be: demure, conservative, somewhat pretty but not extraordinarily beautiful. But once she started chattering she lit up like the sun and revealed all sorts of interesting secrets. Her light brown eyes sparkled with curiosity, and dimples flashed in her round cheeks when she smiled. She had even, white teeth, and small hands painted in henna. Her dark hair was cut to just past her shoulders and clipped behind her ears. She had a brightly patterned head scarf, but at the moment it was pushed back onto her shoulders. She wore jeans with rips in the thighs and knees and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

  “Oh my god, look at that one, over there by the cabana! Does he not look like a god of war with all those muscles and that long rippling mane of hair, like a lion?” She made a growling sound. “The things I could make that man do once he was acquainted with my skillful tongue.”

  Jaya erupted into loud giggles again, drawing the attention of not just Ivan, but several of his men who glanced up at the watching women. As soon as Ivan realized his men were looking toward Jaya’s bedroom, he snapped something that brought their attention quickly back to combat training. He pointed at Jaya, telling her silently to get off the ledge, but she refused, crossing her arms over her chest and lifting her chin defiantly.