Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (18 page)

Hearing a door close through the phone before she starts talking again. “What do you know?”

“We know that they’re in Russia.”

“Russia?”

“Yeah, with Kazimir Lyov.”

She gasps. “Kazimir Lyov?”

“Yeah.”

“As in the Russian fucking mafia?” she whispers out in an angry tone.

“The one and only.”

“Holy fucking shit, Ade.”

I look down at my phone in my hand. “Wait, why the fuck are you not here?”

“I can’t, I have work, you know as Chief of Police. I can’t exactly tell them that my family is on lockdown because two of their girls have been taken by the Russian Mafia.”

“Good point.”

“I’m coming now, though. Tell bum boys to let my Chrysler in.”

I hang up the phone and walk back into the clubhouse, letting Travis know to let her in.

An hour passes and I notice Abby still isn’t here. Which is strange, she’s never late to anything. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial in her number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. Blake pulls up a seat next to me.

“Don’t look at me like that Blake. I’m not going to turn ripper on everyone…yet. I just need her home. I need them both home.”

He throws his arms up in surrender. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

I pull my phone out again, checking for messages.

“You waiting on someone?” he asks, pointing down at my phone.

“Abby. She was supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

Looking around the room before landing my eyes on the boardroom. I slide my seat back and walk into the boardroom, swinging the doors open and seeing it empty. Blake walks up behind me.

“Looking for something?”

Walking back out I slam the door shut loudly, before swinging around to face everyone in the bar.

“Where the
fuck
is Phoebe!” I yell, glancing around the room.

Everyone looks at each other before shrugging. Blake stands in front of me. “What do you mean ‘
where the fuck is Phoebe?
’?”

I pull at my hair and look at him. “She was tossing some shit off me earlier in the boardroom. Talking about how she needs to help, how she
can
help with Abby. I told her to fuck off, that it isn’t going to happen. Now she’s not here and neither is Abby.”

“She fucking…
Fuck!
She fucking would.” I begin to make my way out of the clubhouse.

“Where you going?” Blake yells from behind me.

“There’s only one person who’d tell them where the girls are.”

Right as I reach the door, I hear Zane’s voice break the silence. “Ade. Come here brother,” his voice a horse, a loud whisper. The foreign tone pulls me back to him.

Turning around I see him holding up his phone with a video playing. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to adjust them, but wind up walking to him and snatching the phone out of his hands.

What I see on that screen turns me
murderous
.

“Ade, If you get this video, Alaina is messed up she’s not good they have been do—” A fist comes flying to my face at a rapid speed, hitting me so hard that I fly off the seat and I scream out in agony.

“Shut the fuck up!” The fat man squeezes onto my cheeks and spits on my face.

“Get the fuck up there and do it again.”

“Should we leave that part on?” I hear someone ask from behind the camera.

“Yeah, leave everything. Make him see how fucking serious we are.”

He pulls me up and throws me back into my seat. Now with a busted eye that’s pissing out blood, I begin to sob. Looking like death and feel worse than shit, but all I care about is Alaina.

“Again bitch, and if you fuck up this time Jason’s fingers won’t be the only things that are shoved up your cunt!”

I dry reach and spit to the ground as the memories of what happened come back to me full force. Looking up at the camera with my hair sticking to my face, blood is pouring down past my eyes and cheeks as tears begin to stream down my face.

“I have forty-eight hours left until Kazimir is going to send me away with the highest bidder. You have forty-eight hours to come up two million in cash and a— A…
no!
No, I will not say that.
No!
” I scream. Fat man takes hold of my neck, squeezing with such force I feel as though my eyeballs are going to burst out of my sockets. He looks to the camera and winks while I’m choking. He begins to run his hands down the front of my dress, under my bra and squeezing my nipple so hard I feel it draw blood. I scream out in agony, making him let go and smash me across the face again which causes me to fall off my chair and splits my eye open even more. He looks at the camera with a smile.

“Sorry you had to witness all that boys,” he says then lights up a cigarette.

“She’s a feisty little one that one. Aidan, you still know how to pick them. I must say, Alaina’s tight little pussy is just as good, though.” He laughs while he blows out a cloud of smoke. “As the bitch said, two mill in cash in forty-eight hours. And Aidan…someone will meet you at the container port in Westbeach.”

He shuts off the camera and turns to me. Pulling me back up and dragging me out of the room. I look around as much as I can but don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Am I still even in Westbeach? I don’t think so. We reach the door of the room where they’ve been keeping us, and he swings it open before pushing me in. The smell of death hits me and I instantly feel sick.

“Alaina?” I yell out in panic. Everything is dark again, back to not being able to see.

“Alaina, goddammit. Answer me, please?”

I hear a wheezy cough and run to where the sound came from. I kneel down and feel around to find her face. She’s lying flat on her back. I pick up her head and stroke off the hair that’s on her face, ignoring the wetness I feel under my hand.

I begin to cry. “Please stay with me Lain, please.”

I kiss her head and lay down with her just listening to her struggling breath. I begin to sing Metallica’s
‘Nothing Else Matters’
with tears streaming down my face, knowing this was her wedding song.

I wipe the tears from my face as I end the song and caress her cheek.

“Alaina?” I whisper.

“I’m here, Kal,” she croaks out quietly.

Thank fucking God
.

“That was so beautiful, Kal. Thank you.”

“Shhh, don’t talk. Just stay with me, please. Hang in there.” As we both drift off to sleep.

Opening my eyes, I feel to where Alaina was lying and it’s now empty.

“Alaina?” I yell frantically.

With no answer back, panic begins to set in again. I bring my knees up to myself and hug into them, laying my head on my knees as I start to rock.

“Please, please Lord let her be okay. Please,” I pray, as tears begin to pour out of my eyes yet again.

I stay like this for who knows how long. Since I’ve been here, I have lost track of time. There’s no concept of time here, similar to hell I guess. The door swings open with another shadow standing in the doorway. I stand instantly.

“Where is Alaina?”

The voice laughs at me, tilting his head. “Nice to finally meet you, Kalie. Do you know who I am?” the voice asks softly.

“I have no idea who you are. Where is Alaina?” I attempt to ask again.

“I’m Kazimir Lyov, and I’m your father-in-law.”

“Fuck!” I scream out, throwing my bottle to the bar causing it to smash and all the alcohol to run out over the ground.

I look to Zane and he’s hyperventilating. If someone unleashed both Zane and I out in a war, we could take out an entire army. I drop to the floor and pull my hands to my face.

“They fucking touched her.
They fucking touched her!”
I roar.

“She was mine. Just mine. So pure and so innocent and
they fucking touched her!
” I rip my T-shirt off and cover my face with it trying to control my breathing and pull myself back under control. My chest heaves as the feeling of pure anger takes control of me. I’m lost in the darkness of complete and utter rage. “They fucking touched my girl,” I whisper in disbelief.

Zane begins walking out the door with no emotion evident on his face. “Everyone with a cut on, get the fuck in the van.
Now
,” he yells as he continues to storm out the door.