Gritting my teeth, I advanced to stand before them. Fists clenched, I was anything but demure.
“Time has been a good friend to you,” Ivan said in heavily accented English as he fingered a loose strand of my hair. “I cannot wait to shove my dick in you until you scream.”
“You want to fuck her now? As sign of good faith. Then we sign paperwork?” Grishka asked Ivan, whose eyes glinted greedily, and his tongue wet his lips. My heart raced, and my stomach revolted at the thought that Grishka would do that to me again.
“Bend over,” Ivan instructed as he smiled evilly and motioned to the arm of the couch.
My eyes flickered around the room, hoping that someone would be around to stop what was about to happen. There wasn’t a soul, though I had not a single doubt that myfather’smen were not far away.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“You think you have choice?” He chuckled darkly. “Do what I say, or I kill your mother, your filthy biker, your roommate, everyone you love. I will burn that piece of shit town in Iowa to the ground. I. Don’t. Care.”
Ivan advanced on me threateningly, and the knowledge that he would absolutely carry out his threat had me doing as he bid. The humiliation that washed over me was nearly suffocating. He teased his fingertips across my back, eliciting a shudder of revulsion that he happily mistook for desire. “You crave my touch, do you not,malen’kaya ptitsa.”Little bird,he crooned.
Then his hand grabbed my throat so hard I couldn’t breathe. He jerked me upright and hissed in my ear, “What is this mark?”
Oh shit. I hadn’t thought about the tattoo when I’d put my hair up. A frisson of fear made its way through me at what he might do. My mouth dry, I was unable to answer.
“What is this?” he screamed in my ear. “You allow another man to put his mark on you? I will burn it from your flesh until you know you are mine! Do you understand?”
He shook me by my neck, causing my hair to tumble free. A rampage of Russian spewed from his mouth as he shoved my face into the couch with my body bent over the arm. Though I thrashed and tried to fight him, he was a huge man, and I was no match for him.
My fighting seemed to amuse and excite him as he rubbed his hard dick against my ass. The cool air hit my skin as he jerked my dress over my hips. Tears trickled over my cheeks and into the couch when he ripped my panties away and tossed them.
I tried to kick back at him as I heard the clank of his belt. He knocked me upside my head for my efforts and held my head down. As I tasted blood from the reopened cut on my lip, I tried to clear my head. My gaze was blurred, but I could make out Grishka’s form as he stood calmly drinking from his glass as he watched.
“I hate you!” I screamed, but unfazed, he simply let out a dark chuckle.
“You might want to wear a condom, Ivan. At least until you’ve had her tested. As I told you, her decisions of late have been poorly executed.” Ivan snarled angrily and I knew in my heart that Grishka had only said that to enrage him. He wanted him to hurt me.
The painful invasion of Ivan’s fingers had me crying out. But I twisted and fought with everything I had. He might take me, but I’d never be willing or compliant with him. Hell, if he killed me in anger, I’d be free of him quicker.
As he lined the tip of his dick up with my opening, I sobbed and frantically thrashed.
“Kalashnik, if you were a smart man, you’d call off your friend,” I heard a familiar voice say from the other side of the couch. Ivan paused, which was followed by a shouted, “Now!”
One minute I was facedown on the couch. The next, I was in front of Ivan with his meaty hand around my neck and a knife held to my chin. It was ironic, considering that standing across the room was Shank, with my oldest brother held in a similar position.
Anatoly’s eyes flashed defiantly as Shank jerked his head and pressed the knife in enough to draw blood. The dark trickle held me temporarily mesmerized.
Then my heart soared, because standing next to him, poised to launch, was Ogun. Except, the man standing there was not the sweet man who made love to me and laughed as we cooked dinner together.
No. That man was Voodoo. Eyes cold, body coiled, yet he barely moved a muscle as he held a wicked-looking gun pointed at Ivan.
Grishka growled. “You will regret this decision, biker trash.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it will be us that has regrets,” Raptor said from the other side of Shank and my brother. His pistol was trained on the man I’d called my father.
After that, everything happened so fast, I couldn’t be sure I caught it all.
Grishka pulled out a pistol of his own, one of his goons slipped around the corner behind, Voodoo and his brothers, then shots were fired, but I had no idea who fired first.
All I knew for certain was that poor Shank’s face exploded outward from the blast of Grishka’s man behind him, Voodoo grabbed my brother as Shank dropped to the ground, and the cold edge of Ivan’s knife slid through my skin.
Shouts rang out everywhere, and I dropped to the cold marble tiles, unable to move. Footsteps running, a warm hand to my throat, and I choked. It took everything I had to blink as I stared up into the eyes of the man I loved.
“Angel!” he screamed. “Hurry!”
It was insane how fast things had moved with us, but I wanted to tell him I loved him more than life itself. Except my lips barely moved, and no sound would come out. Dizziness enveloped me, and the cold wrapped its icy tentacles around me, pulling me under.
So many regrets to die with.