Saved by the Outlaw: A Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Abbott

  No, I tell myself firmly, it’s not that simple. After all, despite his claims to the contrary, I am pretty damn certain that Ivan is a dangerous, dangerous guy. Probably not the type of man I want to be chained to for a year. His “whims and desires” might actually include some messed-up stuff that I should want no part of.

  So here I am with my dilemma. How does one politely tell a Russian mobster no?

  As I’m pondering all the miniscule variations of “thanks, but no thanks” I pull my car into the parking lot and cross the pavement to the front door of the club. Once again, the motorcycle has two helmets dangling from it and a smirk crosses my face. Are Natalie and Ashton just carpooling (bike-pooling?) or is there something else going on I need to address? I suppose that since I’m technically their boss, I might have to lay down some ground rules about dating your coworkers or something.

  But when I get inside and settle into a seat at the bar, it turns out that I’m on the receiving end of an interrogation, rather than the opposite.

  Natalie and Ashton are both leaning on the other side of the bar, nursing coffees and staring at me with gleeful expressions, looking very mischievous. And to think, Ashton was such a sweet, innocent girl when she first started here. I make a mental note to goad Natalie later about being a bad influence. At the moment, I am eyeing the pair of them suspiciously, waiting for the barrage of questions to begin.

  Natalie starts, of course. “So what the hell is going on with that Russian guy?”

  “He’s cute,” Ashton adds, looking a little bashful for admitting it. I can’t help but clock the slightly doleful look in Natalie’s eyes for a moment.

  “I guess he’s kinda hot in a scary way. If you’re into that,” Natalie tacks on, trying her best to look nonchalant about it. “But for real, what’s happening, Katy?”

  “Oh, nothing,” I answer quickly. Both girls open their mouths to retort, but I continue before they get the chance. “Seriously. Nothing you two need to worry about. It’s fine. I’m taking care of it. It’s fine.”

  “Taking care of it? That sounds bad,” Ashton comments, her sweet face scrunching up.

  “Taking care of what, exactly?” Natalie interjects, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

  “He’s not gonna hurt you, is he?” Ashton asks, wide-eyed.

  “Is he gonna be hanging around a lot?”

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? He looked real serious.”

  “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

  I rub at my temples in frustration. I should have known this game of twenty questions was inevitable, with these two around.

  “OKAY,” I interrupt, holding my hands in the time-out gesture. “Well, he might be coming back today so I’m gonna need you guys to play it cool, alright? Please? Just act normal,” I plead with them.

  “He’s coming back?”

  “Why?”

  Both of these questions hit me at the exact same time and I sigh heavily.

  “Right, see this whole ‘questionnaire’ thing you’re doing right now? Yeah. Don’t do that when — if — he comes by today,” I tell them solidly as I get up to leave the bar.

  Just then there’s a loud bang from down the hallway to the front door. Ashton gasps.

  “Probably just Charles,” I say quickly.

  “He said he’d be late today,” Natalie replies, looking bewildered.

  A wicked male voice calls out mockingly, “Kaaaatyyyyy!”

  My stomach lurches as I recognize Oskar’s voice. Immediately I turn on my heel and hiss at Natalie and Ashton, “Get behind the bar. Stay down and do not make a sound, hear me?”

  Ashton whimpers in an undertone, “What’s going on?”

  “Just hide!” I whisper emphatically, pointing behind the bar. Natalie nods and dutifully puts an arm around Ashton’s shoulders to force the both of them back down behind the counter, just as a chorus of rancorous laughter echoes down the hallway.

  I turn back around and walk quickly to the middle of the dimly-lit dance floor, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to look tough. I should have known not to trust Ivan. He told me that the thugs weren’t coming, that he had the power to call them off. I know now that he must have lied to me — and I am suddenly relieved that I didn’t take his offer. I am so furious that the anger bubbling in my stomach almost overpowers the fear I’m feeling at the moment.

  The three mafia guys come skulking around the corner, two of them wearing hateful, sadistic grins, while the quiet one Nic simply stares with those cold, dead eyes. I wonder if he even feels anything at all. Then I wonder what I’m going to feel in a moment…

  What if they kill me?

  I close my eyes for a brief second and hope desperately that at least they might spare my coworkers. Nat and Ashton are totally innocent of all this. They deserve to live.

  “What are you up to, Katy?” snarls Oskar, a crude smile on his face.

  “Got anything for us?” adds Konrad. He extends his hand and makes a motion like he’s rubbing coins together between his forefinger and thumb. “It’s collection day.”

  “I told you boys I would have your money,” I say, willing my voice not to shake.

  “Uh huh. And where is it, sweetheart?” Oskar growls, taking a few slow strides toward me. He snaps his fingers a few times with an expectant look on his face.

  I can’t find the words. I have no idea what to tell him. Part of me wants to lie, to tell him I’ll have the money tonight, tomorrow, sometime in the future. Maybe I can run away, go to the police or something. But I know the mafia would only find me, and they certainly would never forget. They specialize in holding grudges and delivering harsh punishments.

  A small, shrill voice in the back of my mind urges me to drop to my knees and beg for my life, offer them anything, everything I have. But I know I’m too strong for that, too stubborn.

  “Still waiting, bitch,” Konrad barks. He walks over to the booth Charles fixed just yesterday and plucks up the little glass votive off the table. He throws it as hard as he can on the hardwood floor and it shatters into little pieces. There is an almost inaudible gasp from behind me and my heart races, hoping that the thugs didn’t hear it. Be quiet!

  “Nic, what do we do when someone is late on their payment, huh?” Oskar says.

  The hulking henchman pounds a fist into his palm and grumbles in a tone that sounds almost bored, “We charge interest.”

  “And if they can’t pay interest… what do we do then?”

  “Find an alternative method of payment,” Konrad breaks in, shattering a second votive.

  “For example, if you don’t have cash, sometimes we’ll take an equitable amount of flesh or blood instead. And let me tell you, sooka, the exchange rate is not so good,” Oskar hisses, cracking his knuckles as he approaches me. I wince as Konrad picks up a chair and throws it across the room, sending it clattering across the dance floor and smashing against a wall.

  “What do you want?” I ask, holding my head high.

  Oskar cackles and puts his hands on his hips, eyeing me up and down. “Well, this debt is quite a sticky one. I think we might have to split the payment between both flesh and blood, wouldn’t you agree, Konrad?”

  “I’ll take the flesh if you want to stake a claim on the blood, Nicolas!” Konrad calls out over his shoulder. Nic nods and starts lumbering toward me, arms poised at his sides and his muscles rippling with every heavy step. I feel my throat close up with terror.

  “And what do I get?” Oskar says, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “Ahh yes, I get the pleasure of watching and the satisfaction of another business transaction carried out successfully. What more can a man ask for these days?”

  He steps up to me and I freeze up as he lifts a hand to gently caress my cheek. Then he pats it a couple times and says, “Nicolas, Konrad, come.”

  The henchmen rush to my side and each grab one of my arms, wresting them behind my back as Oskar continues to survey me with beady, mean eye
s. He steps back a few feet and clucks his tongue as though weighing his options. Then he claps his hands together.

  “Okay, boys. You can have your playtime with Miss Foss. Then it’s back to business.”

  “No,” I murmur under my breath.

  “Oh yes,” Konrad purrs darkly, his breath hot and rancid on my neck. I shiver and try to jerk away from him but he only tightens his vice grip on my arm and yanks me closer. Nic stands utterly still and expressionless, stoic as always.

  I gasp at the sensation of a long-fingered hand clutching my ass, sliding down the slope of my thigh and between them, his fingers rubbing at my crotch outside my jeans. I cry out in disgust and clamp my legs together more tightly, trying to fling my head back to hit Konrad. But he dodges the move easily, bringing his hand up around my neck.

  “You little bitch,” he rasps, laughing. “You don’t have the money, and you don’t want to honor our deal? You can’t get out of this. You have to pay.”

  “I refuse to pay with my dignity,” I manage to choke out. I kick backward and strike Konrad in the shin. He lets out a bellow of anguish and twists my arm, causing me to wince, tears forming in my eyes.

  “You’ve got none of that left,” he replies.

  As his fingers curl around my throat, Oskar interrupts.

  “Well, if our client doesn’t want to play nice then we will simply have to skip to the next portion of our transaction. Nic, do your work.”

  I struggle as hard as I can trying to break free, my body tensing up in anticipation of the pain I’m about to endure. Nic squares up and winds his arm back to pummel me in the stomach. As he lands the first blow, I cry out in agony and buckle inward, my chest heaving as I try to suck air into my shocked lungs.

  He pulls back to hit me again, with Konrad twisting my arms more tightly behind my back, bruising my flesh and laughing low and evil in my ear. I fold in on myself, wondering if I might actually die here, right now, in the middle of my father’s club.

  “Don’t you dare.”

  The words come from a deep voice across the room, a new voice. We all look over in surprise to see Ivan standing there, a big black gun raised and pointed in our direction. My stomach drops, as I have no idea whether he’s there to save me or to finish me off.

  He is wearing all black, his pressed button-up shirt half-tucked, his jacket and shoes obviously more expensive than my rent. There’s dark stubble shadowing his jaw and his thick brows are furrowed in anger. His full lips are set in a hard line and I can see his finger positioned on the trigger of his gun.

  “Make one more move and all three of you will be dead before you can even harm a hair on her head.”

  With one desperate, pleading look toward Oskar, Konrad releases me, shoving me away. Nic raises his massive arms over his head in surrender and backs off a few feet. I stumble and fall to my knees, pain radiating up and down my legs.

  There’s a shriek of panic from behind the bar — presumably Ashton has just seen the gun.

  In the next second, there is a scramble of rapid movements, as Konrad lunges for the bar. I look over my shoulder to see Natalie and Ashton hop up from their hiding place, looking totally pale and terrified.

  “Run!” I scream at them as Konrad rushes around toward the other side of the counter. Both girls let out strangled cries of fear and start to bolt, Nic and Konrad both turn to run at them, and out of the corner of my eye I see Oskar reach for something at his hip.

  But amidst the chaos we all hear the dreadful click of Ivan cocking his weapon.

  “Everybody stay still and shut up!” Ivan commands. And to my surprise, everyone obliges completely. With his gun fixed on Oskar, he takes several steps forward, never taking his eyes off of me.

  “Set that gun on the floor,” Ivan adds.

  There’s a pause. And then with a scathing look, Oskar draws the gun, raising his arms out as he slowly bends to the ground. I hold my breath, watching him dutifully lay the weapon down and stand back up.

  “Now, all three of you pieces of shit need to leave quietly.”

  Once again, there is a moment of hesitation. And then the three thugs resign themselves and make their slow, hateful procession across the room toward the exit. Ivan follows them with his steely gaze until they pass him, and then he looks down at me with an expression of mingled apology and horror.

  He opens his mouth to say something, but before he gets the chance, Nic charges at him from behind, tackling him to the ground, with Konrad following quickly after. In that instant, I see Oskar bolting back toward me — and realize that he is running to collect his gun. Without even thinking, I jump to my feet, ignoring the pangs of agony coming from my legs and stomach. I take a few quick, long strides and kick the gun across the floor so that it slides underneath one of the couches lining the wall. Then I spin around and spread out my aching arms in an instinctual position of protection, knowing that Natalie and Ashton are somewhere behind me.

  I look up to see Ivan wrest one arm free and strike Nic hard across the back of the head with the gun. The big guy yelps in pain and falls to the floor, clutching his head. Konrad is attempting to muscle the gun out of Ivan’s hand, but Ivan is too quick for him and deftly slips his other arm around Konrad’s neck. With the asshole locked in a chokehold, he presses the gun to Konrad’s temple, causing the thug to stop squirming and gulp hard.

  Oskar is running toward the couch, desperate to get his gun. But Ivan clears his throat loudly and calls out, “Leave it, swine!”

  Oskar spins around and glares at him — and then notices that his two henchmen are out of commission, leaving him alone to defend himself.

  “One wrong step and your friend is dead.”

  “Kill him, I don’t care,” replies Oskar, but his face betrays his true feelings.

  “And you’ll have to explain to your boss why your team is one man short. I know you don’t want to deal with that, now, do you?” Ivan counters confidently. “Besides, with just two of you left, what do you really think your chances are of getting out of this room alive?”

  “We’re just doing our jobs,” Oskar replies plaintively.

  “I called you off. This is my job now. Leave and do not come back here. If I see your ugly face in this club again I will beat you until even your own mother will not recognize you. Tell your matushka I said hello, by the way,” Ivan adds with a cruel grin. Oskar goes pale.

  “You’ll regret this,” Oskar snarls as he finally leaves, snapping his fingers so that Nic gingerly gets to his feet to follow. With a final tap of the gun barrel to Konrad’s forehead, Ivan releases him, this time focusing the gun on the three thugs until they skulk out of sight. He doesn’t move until we all hear the door open and slam shut again.

  Then Ivan returns his gun to its holster and crosses the room to give me his hand. In a daze, I take it, staring wide-eyed and shocked at Ivan.

  “Come. I will take you home,” he says quietly but firmly. I know there is no chance of declining this particular offer.

  As he leads me away, I manage to call back to Natalie, “Close up. Go home. Club is closed tonight. I will call you later.”

  Natalie and Ashton both whimper faint sounds of assent as Ivan half-carries me out the door and into the rain.

  8

  Katy

  My head is resting against the cool glass window of Ivan’s car. It’s a brand-new black Mercedes with a spacious interior, but I can hardly pay attention to the luxurious ride I’m being taken on with everything that’s racing through my head.

  I stare numbly out the window as Ivan drives. Raindrops are pattering against it, marring the view of the rainy Brighton Beach that passes by outside. We drive by the red brick shops and apartments along Neptune Avenue, and my eyes try to catch a few of the pedestrians ambling by.

  It hits me as odd that the things that are happening to me are happening right under their noses. I wonder how many of them worry about or even notice the crime that riddles their own city, but more than that, I f
ind myself kind of wishing I were in their shoes instead of mine.

  Ivan must not want to try to talk to me right now, because he doesn’t say anything as long as I keep my eyes steadily focused outside. A few times, my mind wanders to him, wondering what could be going on in that mind of his.

  An actual fight, in my club. People got hurt, and someone very well could have died if anything had gone awry during Ivan’s stunt. Not once did I ever think I’d have to deal with a gun being pulled in the Amber Room, yet here we are now.

  What did I do wrong?

  What would Dad think?

  I tear my eyes away from the window and rub my temples. I can’t let myself brood on that anymore. I’m over that threshold. Dad is the one who’s responsible for my being here in the first place, isn’t he? Maybe what he would think in a time like this isn’t the best thing to go by.

  I gave Ivan my address when we first got into the car, and now we’re pulling up into the parking lot. Before I know it, he’s silently gotten out, come around to the passenger’s door, and started to help me out delicately.

  “Careful there,” he warns as I shakily stand to my feet. I didn’t realize how wobbly my knees would be in the aftermath of the adrenaline rush, but I would have collapsed if he weren’t helping me up. I feel a weight on my shoulders and turn my eyes to see a heavy, oversized jacket being draped over me.

  Even as it warms me, I wince at the pain in my torso. I know the brutes were trying not to leave a mark on me so people wouldn’t ask questions, but I know I’ll have one on my stomach by morning. I feel my wrists, and they’re raw too. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened if they’d been left to get carried away on their own.

  I ignore the puzzled look we get from one of my neighbors passing by as Ivan helps me up the stairs and I try to unlock the door with a shaking hand. My face burns bright red when a metallic click tells me I missed the keyhole. My hands are shaking too badly.