Page 80 of Born into Sin

I turn my head to look out the large window. The porch light is on, allowing me to see the two SUVs pull up next to Gleb’s car. The doors of the first one open, and I watch as nine armed men get out and then quickly fan out to guard and surround the house. Two men get out of the second, and after several tense minutes, the front door opens, and as much as I hate my two kidnappers, I’d much rather spend the day with them than the angry Bratva boss who’s just walked in. After helping Dominic interrogate the man they’d caught, I know the Zolotov Bratva is behind this, and I’ve been around enough Bratva bosses to be able to spot one. Adrian Zolotov might not be as young or as physically in shape as my dad and uncles, but he exudes the same kind of power they do, and the men around him seem to grow smaller when he steps into the room.

Behind him is a much younger man, but given the same dirty-blond hair and blue eyes, I’m guessing this must be his son—the pussy who lost a fight with my dad and now feels like he needs to kill me to even things out.

“Take off her gag,” Adrian says, and Andrik immediately steps forward to remove the filthy fabric from my swollen, dry mouth.

“Bastard,” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear before he steps back and tosses the rag aside.

Adrian walks over and sits down next to me like he’s just here for a friendly chat. His grey hair is thinning, but I can tell he’s desperately trying to hide it. His broad shoulders fill the space, and I imagine he probably had an impressive physique back in the day. What was once muscle has been allowed to turn soft, and it looks like Adrian might have a sweet tooth based on his puffy cheeks and distended belly.

He runs his eyes over me, and I’d give anything to have picked out jogging pants and a sweatshirt last night to sleep in instead of the shorts and thin shirt I’d chosen.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Natalya.” His voice has the raspy sound of someone who’s had a pack-a-day habit since I was in diapers. He looks to his men and laughs. “Hard to believe this scrawny thing is the infamous Lev Melnikov’s precious daughter.”

They share a man laugh while I ask, “What are you going to do to me?”

Adrian leans back and motions at his son. “Alexei is going to get some payback.”

I turn to his son, feeling an instant hatred for the fucker. He’s in much better shape than his dad, but I can see why mine kicked his ass so easily. Alexei is the kind of man who’s all show and very little substance. He’s a guy who looks like he’d be good in a fight, but he lacks the smarts to follow it through. He’d be too busy preening for the crowd when he should be studying his opponent and staying five steps ahead. I’m guessing Alexei is a very bad chess player.

“So you’re going to hurt me because my dad kicked your ass?”

The look on his face is almost worth the sharp smack he gives me. Almost. He hits me right where Andrik’s punch had landed, and the force of it has my teeth shredding my gums and my eyes filling with tears. He fists my hair and jerks my head back so he can get right in my face like the dickhead he is.

“I’m going to do more than hurt you, bitch, and your dad didn’t kick my ass. He tricked me and fought dirty.”

“Whatever you say, Alexei.” I’d muster up a laugh to go with it if I could, but the smartass comment is all I have the strength for. I look at the four men in front of me. “I feel like I should warn you that my family is going to be giving you all very slow, very painful deaths for this.”

“They’re never going to find us, princess,” Alexei growls, spitting out princess like it’s an insult, and coming from his lips it feels like one. He holds his phone up and gives me a smile that has a ball of fear settling low in my gut. “We’re going to make a film for Daddy.” He squats down in front of me, resting one hand on my thigh. I try to kick him away, but he digs his fingers in tight enough to make me hiss out a breath and bite my tongue before I can beg him to stop.

“The first film is going to be of me beating the hell out of you until you’re a beautiful, bloody mess.”

I try not to look as terrified as I feel, but he sees it. I know he does because he winks at me.

“The second film is going to be of me fucking his sweet little princess.”

As much as I try to fight it, my body starts to shake from a fear that’s quickly taking over every part of me.

“And the last video will be of me killing you.” He leans in closer and digs his fingers in harder, pressing in until a whimper escapes my lips. “I wonder which video will be the one to bring him to his knees.”

Everything grows cold inside me, and I’m shaking so damn hard my teeth are chattering. I’m trying so hard to be brave, but all I can think about is how badly this is going to hurt and how much this is going to kill my dad to watch. I don’t want my family to see this. I don’t want these images in their head, but it’s the thought of Dominic having to watch another man rape me that pulls a sob from my shaking body.

“Perfect,” Alexei says, smacking my thigh hard enough to sting. “Make sure to cry just like that when we start recording.”

“This is going to destroy your family,” Andrei says, voicing what I already know. “Your dad made the mistake of getting too close. He loves his family too goddamn much, and it’s going to be his ruin. While they’re mourning your death, we’re going to take over the city and make it ours.”

I look over at Andrik. “Is this why you betrayed my family? They offered you a better position once they take over?”

Andrik shrugs like it’s no big deal to turn against the Bratva you pledged your life to. “Better position and better pay.”

“I think you might regret that before you die,” I tell him, but he just shakes his head and laughs.

“Yeah, I really doubt that, princess.” He grabs the phone that Alexei offers him. “I’ll be the one filming, by the way. I’ll be sure and get lots of close-ups.”

Alexei pulls my attention back to him by running his hand up my side. I suck in a quick breath and begin to have serious doubts that I’m going to be able to mentally handle this.

“I’ve seen the way Lev guards you, princess, and I wish I could say I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time,” he stops and gives another harsh laugh, “but I’m not going to. I’m going to fuck you like you’re a whore who’s used to twelve-inch dick every night of the week.”

Jesus Christ. My vision goes spotty, and I pray to whoever may be listening, begging them to make me pass out soon, because I don’t want to be awake for any of this. My only comfort is that he doesn’t know about Dominic. Maybe that means he won’t be sending him a video too, maybe by some miracle he’ll never be forced to watch what’s about to happen to me.

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