Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (17 page)

I attempt to open my eyes, but they refuse to open. All I feel is the pounding in my head.

Boom, boom
.
Where is that sound coming from? Where am I?

I try to open my eyes again, this time succeeding. Everything is black.

“What the fuck,” I mumble.

I think over my jumbled thoughts, trying to think of the last thing I remember.

“Vicky’s wedding,” I whisper.

“Kal? Kal, is that you?”

“Alaina?” I gasp in shock.

“It’s me, babe,” she quietly replies, her voice hoarse and dry.

I attempt to move off the bed, but I feel like an anchor weighs me down. Using all my strength, I push myself up and stand off the bed, only to fall to the ground when my legs give way.

“Fuck!” I scream out in frustration.

“Shhh Kal, if they hear you they’ll come back.”

I begin crawling across the cold hard concrete floor. “Alaina? How long have we been here?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been out for a few days. I lost count. I’d say a week, maybe more.”

I pause my shuffling. “How have I been asleep for a week?”

“They’ve been drugging us with something. More you than I. They found me fascinating, being Zane’s old lady.”

Continuing my shuffling, I keep my hands feeling around in front of me. Feeling cold chains, I follow them up until they lead me to one of Alaina’s hands. They are cold and stiff, she feels like death. I keep feeling around her until she winces.

“What did they do to you, Lain? Who are they?”

She pulls her arm out of my grasp. “It’s going to be okay, we just have to be strong until the boys arrive.”

The metal door swings open and a dark shadow looms. I swallow down and look at Alaina. Now there’s light shining through the doorway, I can see her.

I wish I didn’t.

I wish I never looked her way.

My stomach coils over, as little more than bile spews out of my mouth.

The shadow makes his way in toward us and I swallow down, putting my body in front of Alaina. He laughs so hard that his fat stomach jiggles right in front of me.

“Oh, how cute. You think you can save her?”

“What do you want?” I ask my voice shaky.

“I want nothing but your sweet cunts, which I have enjoyed very much by the way.” He laughs.

I heave and throw my hand over my mouth again instantly feeling violated.
Surely I’d I know if he had done anything to me?
I look to Alaina, her body naked, bruised and bloody. Her once white pearly perfect hair is now bright red and matted in blood. She has bruises and dirt covering her entire body. A tear drops from my eye.

“Alaina.” I take hold of her hand. I’ve seen her and Vicky do the motion so much. My heart breaks for her. I’m a mess, but I’m not bleeding all over the place, bruised and naked. They have really worked a number on her and it makes me sick to my stomach. I need to take as much heat off her as I can. A fat hand wraps around my arm, picking me up.

“We can continue our playtime later, sweet thang. We need to send a video first.”

Looking back at Alaina while I’m walking out, the last thing I see is two more men walk into our room, zipping down their zippers of their jeans.

I scream. “No! No! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

Trying to push out of the fat hands that are grasping me so tightly, I think my arms might snap. The men stop their laughing and make their way to me. Instantly I quiet, and the fat man laughs, letting go of me. One of the men opens his mouth, revealing a strong Russian accent.
Interesting.
I took Russian in school. I was fascinated by their culture, not so much anymore.

He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me up against the wall so hard I heard a slight crack come from the back of my head. He gets in-between my legs, lifting my dress up and ripping off my panties.

He sniffs them and laughs. “Still feel like being a hero, bitch? I can make you wish your mother had swallowed you.”

I gulp down as he eyes my body up and down before looking back to the fat man.

“Is this Aiden’s woman?”

My eyes go wide at the mention of Ade’s real name.

“Sure is. Kazimir doesn’t want anyone touching her, though. She’s going up on the podium.”

The young man in front of me laughs. “Oh, boss man always likes taking the fun out of everything.”

He then slides his hand down and under my dress again, sliding his fingers over my pussy before cupping me and shoving what feels like his whole fist inside me. I scream out in pain while he starts pumping his fingers into me in a rough, raw, and dry motion. I dry reach, with tears streaming down my face. The fat man looks worried from what I can see through the blurry vision my tears are causing.

The young man brings his other hand up to my neck, squeezing it to hold me in place. I can’t breathe. He’s actually going to kill me, and at this moment, I couldn’t care less. There would be no coming back from this. I’ve lost all hope in myself. His fingers are going harder and I feel his pants pull down and the nakedness of his thigh against mine. I panic again, slipping in and out of consciousness. This is it, this is how I die, being digitally raped up against a wall. My mind drifts out, my breathing stops and I shut myself down.

We walk up the stairs to Drago’s and open his door, making our way back into
The Matrix
room. Zane, me, Blake, Ollie and Chad all walk in, closing the door behind us.

“What is it Drago?” I ask, moving over to the seat next to him.

“Something just doesn’t add up,” he replies, typing away on his keyboard.

“You say you’ve never met Kazimir Lyov?” he asks, spinning his chair around to us. I notice he looks like he’s had a rough week as well, the lack of sleep evident in his eyes.

“That’s right, I’ve only ever heard of him. There is only a handful of people who’ve seen him in the flesh.”

Chad makes his way over to where I am. “So he’s started this shit storm because you took out Bruce Peyton? It sounds like there may be more to it than that.”

I shake my head. “Nah, that would do it. Bruce wasn’t the only man I took out. I took out his right-hand man also. That’s their entire line into the underground ring.”

Chad shakes his head, “I have a bad feeling about this, and I feel as though there’s a lot more than what we are seeing.”

I stand from my seat and lean over Drago. “Anything else?”

Drago nods his head. “You said that no one has ever found him? Well, no one is Drago.” He spins his chair back around to face the computer, and I spin him around to face me again.

“What do you mean by that?”

He looks up at me uneasily. “Ade, you’re a very scary man. So can you
not
stare at me like that.” I look over to Blake and he rolls his eyes, coming over to Drago’s rescue.

“Sit down, brother,” Blake says.

I can’t, I can feel myself slowly becoming more and more out of control. I’ve been calm up until this point, calm on the outside but livered in the inside. I can feel her slipping away from me, and I swear to fucking God the thought of anyone laying a finger on her slices my dark soul into two.

“I have an address,” Drago states casually and I pause my evil thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, tilting my head at him.

He nods his head casually. “I hacked the RMS system that they use, and I’ve got an address. It didn’t take me long either,” he adds at the end smiling a cocky smile.

“Yeah, just a week,” Blake mumbles under his breath sarcastically.

“Blake, these things take time. I’m not a magician,” Drago replies defensively.

Zane looks over to me before looking back to Drago.

“Fuck, you’re a smart little shit,” I say to him with a small smile.

“I am. So the good news is, I have an address where they
may
be holding her. I can’t say if that is where they are, but I have an address and that’s a start. The bad news? This is the Russian Mafia you’re going up against here. This is big time shit, and you
will
need an army.”

Nodding my head, I look to Zane. “He’s right. This isn’t New Zealand. This is the Russian Mafia. We need to do this smart.”

When we walk back into the clubhouse, I see Phoebe and Vicky sitting there worried. They’ve been taking it rough the past week and I get it, I fucking get it. Those are the two most important girls in my life right now, and it’s taking all my fucking strength to not completely lose my shit and go on a massacre to fill the empty hole in my fucking heart. Killing is not a task for me, it’s a mood, and no one here wants me in
that
mood—at least, not right now. Phoebe sees me and gets out of her seat.

“This is
your
fault, Ade! I fucking told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Phoebe screams from where she’s standing.

Blake puts his body between us. “Phoebs, sit the fuck down.”

“Call her and Vicky into the boardroom too, they need to know what’s going on,” I mumble to Zane. He nods his head in agreement and I pull a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of the bar before following everyone in. I pull out my chair that sits to the left of Zane while Blake sits on his right. I’m Vice President, yes, but Blake is also his other half. Once everyone is in the room, Ollie closes the door to the crowd of families on the other side.

“We have information on Alaina and Kalie,” Zane whispers out hoarsely.

After Zane explains everything that we’ve found out, which leaves Vicky and Phoebe in tears. Everyone apart from Zane, Blake, Ollie, Chad, Vicky, Phoebe and me leave the room. I’m halfway through my bottle when I look over to Phoebe. She smiles softly at me, which is surprising considering the girl wanted to rip my head off thirty minutes ago. Zane and Blake depart with Vicky in tears, leaving Phoebe and me in there alone.

“So you know who this man is?” she asks quietly.

I nod my head. “Yeah, I do.”

She swallows and pulls out a seat next to me, taking hold of my hand. “Ade, I need to help, please.”

I pull my hand out of her grasp. “Fuck no, Phoebe. Are you fucking crazy!”

“Yes, Ade, I’m very fucking crazy! Kalie is my best friend. I
am
helping.”

Shaking my head, I take another long skull of my drink. “I can slip in undercover. Abby can help me.”

I look at her in disbelief. “You’ve gone off the fucking rails if you think Blake will be down with that. And as much as you are a pain in my fucking ass, I still care about you. So the answer is no, Phoebe.” I stand from the table, swing open the doors and sit on one of the sofas by the pool tables. Fucking Phoebe and her crazy ass attitude. If it were anyone else, I’d happily pawn them off. As much as no one even comes close to how much Kalie means to me, I can’t do that to Blake.

Slowly I feel myself begin to tip over the edge again. Feeling out of control, I have energy that needs burning. When I can’t fuck someone, I’ll kill them. I walk to the back of the room and push open the fire exit. We don’t have a plan as of yet, but we will. I need to talk to Abby though as I took it all out on her. She picks up her phone on the third ring.

“Ade? Are you okay?”

I sigh down the phone and lean my head against the wall. “I’m really fucking not. I’m one stupid comment away from losing my shit and slicing everyone apart,” I reply.