Page 3 of Claimed By The Russian

But I wouldn’t have it any other way, especially considering my mother lived on the streets until she had me, and then passed away shortly thereafter at the hands of a pimp. They’re not even despicable people, because filth that decides to sell others aren’t even people at all. They deserve to die, and my Bratva family and I certainly do my part when we come across such scum.

“My father passed away. Being that I’m only eighteen years old, with no money for college and no one to help keep a roof over my head, my options were limited. I found an ad online that offered good money for nanny and maid services for rich oligarchs in Russia. It sounded legit so I signed up, did a Skype interview with a woman no less, and then accepted a plane ticket to Moscow to come be a maid.”

I nod, not trusting my voice right now.

“The first sign things were shaky is the woman, who promised to meet me at the airport, wasn’t there. A couple guys were who had a sign with my name on it, and knew all the information about Tatiana, who interviewed me, so everything seemed legit. They also seemed friendly enough, by Russian standards at least.”

Oh, I want to get friendly with you all right you arctic fox, you. But my head snaps back, as I try and focus. This could still be a honeypot trap, and dammit if I’m going to let it slip past me.

“Why would any woman choose to be a maid over being a nanny?”

“I’m not good with people. I love kids and all, but I just figured if I was cleaning all day I could put on headphones or something and just be in my own little world. I could get my money over the course of the year contract, and then regroup…use the money to start a new life for myself.”

New life for herself? She needs a new life with me. I shake my head side from to side, trying to snap out of it.

“Is everything okay?”

“Continue,” I say in the most authoritative tone I can muster in this moment.

“They take me to this big house, and I get excited…until they pretty much throw me in a room and start pointing at me and talking.”

“What were they saying?”

“That they wasted the money on the plane ticket because nobody was going to want to have sex with a chunky girl like me. That I was going to cost a fortune to feed. Mean things like that.”

I feel my fists tighten as my teeth grind against one another. I want to put my fist clean through the faces of the pieces of shit who spoke to her like this. Not to mention they’re so fucking stupid to have had an absolute one-of-a-kind gem, a diamond, standing right in front of them and neither of them were smart enough to wife her up immediately.

Their loss. But I’m going to hunt them down and make them pay regardless.

We’ve got skinny waifs serving drinks in the casino 24/7. While that body type may be appreciated on the catwalk, it’s never appealed to me. I want a real woman, a woman who can stand up to the cold winters of Russia and slap it in the face…just as my men said she literally was doing not two hours ago. This woman is tough, a trooper, and the kind of woman that survives in a free-for-all country like this.

“And then what happened?”

“I told them I wanted to go home. I told them I’d pay them back for my ticket, anything, but they refused.” Her eyes start to well up, but she stiffens her jaw. “And then a man came in, looking at me like a piece of meat hanging in the window. He was pointing and saying things and then the two men came in and said, ‘Let’s go,’ at first dragging me out until I realized I had to get smart, not get mad.”

Damn, a woman who can control her emotions in a time like that is more of an ice-cold calculating Russian than the ones that are portrayed on those goofy American movies. She’s the real deal, and if there’s one thing I admire it’s ingenuity, intelligence, and calm in the face of danger.

“So I realized what was going on then. I told the guy I wanted to have sex in public, which only turned him on more. The minute we stepped out of the car, I kneed him in the groin, and he slapped me across the face, sending me to the ground. But that only proved to be a good thing for me as it gave me a free shot at his balls and I kicked up as hard as I could. I took off running, but he swept me with a kick and I came down hard on both knees, but I pulled myself up and kept going while he rolled around in the snow cursing.”

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