Page 27 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“Have you heard from Sergei?” Dimitry asked.

“No, I haven’t had a chance to call him yet,” I told him. I needed to touch base with him too.

“How did it work out with his woman? I still don’t understand what he was thinking to kidnap her.”

“Agreed. But he was always the most imaginative of the three of us.” He was right about that.

“But why go and get involved with a woman after he arranged that marriage with the Boston family?”

“Who the fuck knows?” Dimitry muttered. “He’s lucky I didn’t wring his neck for putting Anastasia in such danger.”

It was hard to follow Sergei’s way of thinking sometimes. I could wrack my brain for days and still not follow. So I gave up. Eventually, he would figure it out and tell us.

“Is Vlad in Naryan-Mar?” I asked him. I still had a bad feeling about him. Dimitry was right; Vlad never just gave up and he gave in too easily. When we informed him we’d end all illegal dealings, he agreed too easily. It was sending alarm signals all through my brain to watch out.

“Yes, he brought some men.” His reply was curt and I knew he felt uneasy about Vlad too.

“It will be over soon, brother,” I assured him. “Boris has nothing working for him. He’s a rat himself, hiding underground. Keep your woman and yourself safe. If anyone can do it, you can.”

“Thank you, brother.” Dimitry and Sergei couldn’t be more my brothers if we were birthed by the same mother. We shared the same pain growing up, shared food we stole, and blood spilled. A bond like that could never be broken.

I will bring the whole world down, if I have to, just to keep you safe.

Chapter Nine

Olivia

As soon as I shut the bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it, a shaky breath leaving my lips. My heart was thumping wildly. For Christ’s sake, it was only a kiss.

Holy shit, that man was making my lady bits work!

His smell, his hot lips on my skin… it was only a kiss on the cheek, but oh my gosh, I actually felt my panties soak. And that neverhappened. Like NEVER! I just figured something was wrong with my lady parts and my hormones. But after this, I was pretty sure all was working properly now. I was turned on, like waaaay turned on.

Maybe it had been the fear of the sick, perverted things Malcome liked to do that kept me from feeling anything before. I scoffed in my head. There were no maybes about it. I was sure my fear and experience with Malcome was the reason for never getting turned on before. Thinking about Malcome was like an ice shower; and just like that all my tingling and spark flame went out.

That was okay though. I shook my head in disbelief. I wasn’t totally frigid.

I quickly took off my black Chanel dress. I was tempted to burn it, but instead, I just tossed it into the trash can. I was sure the gorgeous owner of this place wouldn’t appreciate me starting a fire on the first day under his protection.

I was under his protection.It felt like he promised me the entire world, that was how valuable I found his protection.

I was uncertain what would happen once Malcome had been removed out of our lives completely, but I knew for sure it would be a new life. As long as my brother and my mother were safe and we were together, I didn’t care where we lived or how much we had.

I jumped into the shower, enjoying the stream of warm water running down my body. It felt reinvigorating, like a special kind of cleansing.

The sound of the shower water on the tile was soothing. I tilted my face to the showerhead letting the water wash away all my fears and past. Once Malcome and my dad were permanently removed as a threat to me and my mother, I would feel even better.

This was the first quiet moment I had since I left Malcome’s party. Just the memory of him sent cold shivers down my body although I stood in the hot shower. My name on his lips sounded like a filthy insult; he watched me like a snake ready to strike at any moment. As my hand traveled down my body with the bar of soap, I ran over the burn mark on my inner thigh. It would mark my body for the rest of my life. It wasn’t the only scar. There were small streaks of scar tissues on my back from the whipping. Thankfully, they were no longer noticeable but would definitely be felt by anyone that ran their hands across my back.

The bloodthirsty part of me wanted to dish back all the pain he had caused me. And who knew how many other women that sick man had hurt. I was sure there were others and my heart went out to those victims. As horrific as my experience had been with him so far, I knew it was barely scratching the surface to what he would have done after we were married. The only reason he held back was for some ridiculous notion to preserve my virginity till we were married. In my mind, there was nothing pure left to preserve.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling queasy just from the thought of being married to that monster. He wasn't worth any of my fear nor thoughts. Nikolai would see to it that he suffered, I had no doubts about it. And I couldn’t wait for that day to come.

Chapter Ten

Olivia

Once done with the shower, I quickly dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a light, long sleeve shirt along with a pair of Converse. Nikolai wasn’t joking when he said we’d get whatever I needed once we got here. He had thought of everything, from clothes for every type of event, including workout clothes to undergarments of every type, toiletries… even jewelry, which I thought was way too much, and decided I would not touch those. There was no way in hell I’d let another man buy me.

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