Redemption: Cavalieri Della Morte

by Edwards, Anna

  Redemption

  Cavalieri Della Morte

  Anna Edwards

  Copyright © 2019 by Anna Edwards

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

  Disclaimer: Please do not try any sexual practice without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from the use of the information contained in this book.

  Editing by Tracy Roelle

  Proofreading by Sheena Taylor

  Cover Design by Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

  Blurb

  My name is Gawain Vincent--one of twelve assassins of the Cavalieri Della Morte.

  Steadfast to those I claim as my brothers in arms.

  An experienced fighter when ordered into battle.

  I’m an admirer of women in any amount or position.

  A lover full of stamina and exceptional skills.

  But that is about to change.

  Because of her. Because of Megan.

  She’s scared, battered, and damaged.

  Rescued from circumstances beyond horrifying.

  The blonde girl with piercing blue eyes, who I can’t refuse.

  Her future survival seems destined to destroy my family.

  But will it allow me hope of redemption?

  THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE. THERE WILL BE TRIGGERS.

  THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ AND REVIEW. PLEASE TRY TO KEEP ALL REVIEWS SPOILER FREE, OR THE CAVALIERI WILL FIND YOU! ;)

  XO

  For my fellow Cavalieri ladies, thank you for letting me join your world of hot men. xx

  Contents

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Megan

  Gawain

  Epilogue

  The Cavalieri Della Morte Series

  A Sneak Peek at Valor

  Dustan

  About the Author

  Follow Anna Edwards

  Also by Anna Edwards

  Megan

  Prologue

  “Do you want another drink?” my friend Lena shouts into my ear over the Swedish House Mafia track. We’ve been dancing for the last half hour to a special re-mix playlist from my favorite band. It’s the first time I’ve been to a club in ages. I was lucky enough to land a prestigious job at a top architecture magazine here in Stockholm, shortly after leaving university. I wanted to concentrate on settling into the job, so for the last six months, my social life has suffered. However, tonight is my twenty-fourth birthday, and Lena wasn’t going to let it pass without a proper celebration. I’m glad I agreed to come although I’m absolutely exhausted now and really need my bed.

  “No, I think I’m going to head off,” I say, motioning for us to move to the side of the dance floor where it’s quieter, so we don’t have to shout as much. “I don’t want to stay out too late. I’ve got to go through one of my articles tomorrow to ensure I’ve got everything I need in it.”

  “But it’s only one in the morning,” Lena complains, giving me puppy dog eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” I pout back at her. “I’m out of practice.”

  “Ok, but we have to make this a regular date once a month, from now on. You promise me?”

  “Pinky promise,” I swear and hold my little finger up to allow her to shake it with hers. We both grab our coats and head out into the night. It’s cold, and the air smells like it’s going to snow—it will be the first of the winter season. Lena flags a taxi down. She lives farther away from the club than I do, so she needs the transport to get home.

  “You want to get dropped off?” she asks while climbing into the back of the bright yellow vehicle.

  “No.” I look up at the sky, and a few flutters of snow fall onto my face. “I’m going to enjoy the snow.”

  “Ok.” She shuts the taxi door and rolls the window down. “Make sure you message me when you get home.”

  “Will do, make sure you do as well. Thank you for getting me out.”

  “No problem. Don’t forget we’re doing this again next month. I’ll be calling you tomorrow to set up a date.”

  I shake my head at her as the taxi pulls away.

  “Happy Birthday,” Lena shouts out the window and disappears into the distance.

  My home is a five-minute walk from the club along a main road. My feet are sore from dancing in high heels, but I’m not bothered. I’ve always loved the snow. I grew up in a small village on the outskirts of Stockholm. Whenever it snowed heavily on school days, we would go outside during our lunch break and make snow angels on the ground. Then when I got home, I’d do the same again. By the time I came in for the evening, I was almost an icicle. I don’t know why I love it so much. I guess it’s the feel of it falling on my face, and the chill in the air. I’m not someone who enjoys hot weather. No, I’d rather have a holiday skiing than sunning myself on a beach somewhere.

  I’m almost home when a car pulls up beside me, and I grab hold of my phone just in case.

  “Excuse me, Miss?” The female passenger opens the car window and calls out. I stop and turn to the vehicle.

  “Yes?” I respond politely.

  “I wonder if you could give us directions? We’re looking for The Sparrow Hotel,” the woman asks. I know instantly where she is looking for, and they’re close.

  “If you just go down the road a bit farther, you’ll come to a junction. Turn left, and it’s on your right just there.”

  The woman sighs with relief.

  “Thank you so much. We’ve been driving around for ages, looking for it.”

  “Not a problem.” I smile at her and resume my journey home. I’m only a short distance away now, so I retrieve my keys from my bag.

  When I came to the city, my parents wanted me to have a decent place to live, so they sold the big house we lived in and gave me half of the proceeds as a loan until I was able to afford taking out a mortgage of my own—I’m pretty certain that will be a while yet, though. I’ve got responsibility in my current role, but I still have a lot to learn, and my pay check reflects that. With the money they gave me, I was able to buy an apartment in a good area.

  Pressing my security code into the keypad at the front entrance to my building, I wait to hear the click, signaling it’s been registered, and the door is unlocked. The front entrance requires a code, but I use a key to get into my apartment.

  Suddenly, a sweaty, salty tasting hand is thrust over my mouth, shocking me.

  “You’re going to be perfect,” a deep male tone whispers into my ear. He’s speaking American English.

  I try to struggle against him, but he’s too strong. I’m lifted off the ground and thrown into a vehicle parked nearby. The man gets in behind me, and before I can start screaming for help, the door is shut, and the vehicle speeds away wit
h me in it.

  “Who are you?” I shout in English, a language I’ve been learning since I was young. I grab hold of the car door handle, trying desperately to open it, but it’s been locked from the front. So I bash on the window instead, hoping to get the attention of the people flashing past in a blur.

  The man who abducted me is sitting next to me, and he overpowers me again, forcing me back into the seat. He cuffs my hands behind my back and despite how much I’m thrashing about, he manages to place a blindfold over my eyes.

  “Let me go?” I scream again but get no response except for a demonic chuckle from the front of the car.

  “She’s pretty and feisty. She’ll go for several million.”

  “Depends on whether she’s intact or not,” the man next to me responds.

  “Part of me hopes she isn’t. I wouldn’t mind having a go.”

  I know exactly what they’re talking about, saying things like ‘intact’ and ‘having a go’—it all relates to sex. I’ve been kidnapped to be sold. I stop fighting as the panic within me grows.

  “Please,” I whimper. “Let me go.”

  The man beside me leans in closer and licks the side of my face. His tongue’s exploration brings bile into the back of my throat.

  “Not happening. Get used to it. This is your life, now.”

  The car comes to a halt, and I’m dragged out and taken into a building of some kind. I’m still wearing my high heels, and they click ominously across what seems like a marble floor. I just want to go home. Why didn’t I accept the damn lift from Lena?

  I’m pushed forward, and the blindfold is ripped from my face. The room I’m in is bright, and I instantly shut my eyes to allow them to adjust to the light, having been in total darkness during the journey. The smell of strong alcohol and cigars lingers in the air.

  “You’ve done well, boys.” Another man’s voice joins in the conversation, and I peep through one eye to see a well-dressed man in a suit, casually lounging on a chair in the corner of the room. A fat cigar hangs out the side of his mouth. “Get her on the bed.”

  I dig my feet into the ground, refusing to move, but I can’t match the strength of the men holding me. I’m lifted and unceremoniously dumped on a filthy mattress.

  “Clothes,” the man with the cigar orders, and the brand-new outfit I’d purchased to celebrate my birthday is ripped from my body along with my shoes and underwear. I’m naked, and the reality of my situation is becoming all too clear.

  “Doc.” The man in charge nods toward a fourth man in the room. I didn’t notice him before, but as he wheels a trolley full of what looks like medical instruments into the center of the room, I try desperately to get off the bed. It’s to no avail, though.

  “Please.” I let out the terrified plea as my arms are cuffed to the bed, and my legs are strapped into stirrups.

  “Shut up, this is the fun part.” The man who took me licks me again, and I spit at him this time. He draws his hand back to hit me but stops when his boss shouts at him.

  “If she’s marked in any way, it comes out your pay check.”

  “Fine.” The man lowers his hand. “If she isn’t a virgin, though, I get to fuck her first.”

  “Permission granted.”

  I know he won’t get his chance. I’ve fooled around but never gone all the way before. It hasn’t been about saving myself for marriage or anything like that. It’s simply because I’ve wanted to focus on my career first, and men have never seemed to figure in my life, up to this point. I’ve always considered them to be an inconvenience to my studying routine. I’m perfectly happy to go down on someone in the toilets of a club and then go home at the end of the night to do a bit of studying. A night of fucking would mean a lot more work the next day. I’ve been so completely career focused, and in this minute, I’m grateful because it means that I won’t be raped by the man currently leering at me with malevolent intentions. My joy is short lived, though, when the doctor opens the stirrups so they’re farther apart, and I’m bared to him for inspection. He shoves two fingers into my dry pussy, and it hurts so badly I nearly black out. I try to squirm and push him out, but I’m trapped in place.

  “Stop it,” I bite out, the pain causing my head to swim, but he doesn’t stop. He roots around inside me for what feels like forever. It’s humiliating, and I just want to curl up into a ball and cry. “Please,” I add, more politely, but I know it will fall on deaf ears. Eventually, he pulls his fingers from me.

  “She’s a virgin,” the doctor announces and wipes his hands on a towel.

  “Fuck,” the lecherous tongue man announces in disappointment.

  “Give her the injections. I’ve got someone coming in shortly who I think will definitely be interested in her, particularly when he hears this news.” The boss gets to his feet, and I watch as he drops the cigar on the floor and treads on it to extinguish it. “Bring her to my office when she’s ready.”

  “Sure thing, boss,” all the men in the room answer in unison. The doctor picks up a needle and jabs it without warning into my thigh.

  “Contraception,” he informs me. “It will take a week to be fully effective. I’ll mark in your files that a condom will need to be used until then.”

  I can’t help it this time. I turn my head to the side, and the contents of my stomach empties onto the floor.

  “For Fucks sake! Why do they always have to do that? At least wait until you’re getting taken up the ass without lube for the first time.” Tongue man steps back and places his hand over his nose.

  “Let me give her this injection, and then you can take her away. I’ll get the cleaners in.” The doctor picks up another needle. This one is much bigger, and I flinch away when he brings it up to my arm. He stabs it in, and I scream out loud. “Tracker. Don’t want you trying to run away from your buyer now, do we?”

  He places the needle down and picks up what looks like a scanner. This is confirmed when he passes the hand-held equipment over the area where he injected the tracker, and it beeps a few times.

  “Working. You can take her,” the doctor informs the two men who took me from right outside my front door. They pull the cuffs off me and remove my legs from the stirrups. I know I should try and fight them, but I’ve lost all my energy. My arm where the tracker was inserted and also between my legs are hurting badly. I feel dizzy from the sheer emotion of everything that’s happening. I allow myself to be dragged from the room and down a long, dark corridor toward a carved, wooden oak door. It’s ornate and a sign of the money that’s floating around this place. The men pause, and one of them knocks. When we receive a call to enter, I’m pulled into the room and deposited on the floor. Looking up, I see the boss of the outfit sitting behind a large desk with a leer still on his face.

  “Welcome, Megan Ragnell. I have someone who would like to inspect you. Please stand up.”

  I don’t move.

  The boss lets out a long exhale of breath.

  “As you can see, she isn’t broken. Full of spirit.”

  “I like them that way,” replies a masculine voice from the shadows, sending shivers down my spine. The accent isn’t Swedish, it’s American and laced with intentions I know will break me. “Virgin?”

  “Yes.” The boss gets up from his chair and comes around to me. He twists his hands in my long blonde hair and pulls me to my feet.

  “American size ten—I like some meat on a girl. Breasts are thirty-four B. Could be bigger—I like something to play with. Turn her around.” The man in the shadows continues to assess me. “Damn that ass gets me hard. Rounded and will pink up nicely.”

  “Would you like a demonstration?” the boss asks.

  “One hit won’t hurt.”

  I scream out when I’m hit so forcefully on my backside I nearly fly forward. The slap of flesh resonates throughout the room.

  “Stunning,” the man in the shadows proclaims. “What is you’re asking price for her? The real price, not the one where you have me trying to negot
iate it down for ages. I’m not in the mood for that. I need to get my dick wet, and she’s perfect.”

  “Virgin. Good body. No imperfections. She’s from good breeding, judging from the information we have gathered so far and considering where we took her from. I would say twenty million, at least,” the boss announces as he drops me back down to my knees.

  “No pussy is worth twenty million unless it comes with blue blood,” the voice in the shadows argues.

  “Fair point,” the boss concedes. “If you want to take her now and not let me put her to auction where I could get more, then I’ll need at least fifteen million.”

  The room goes silent except for the sound of my heart beating loudly in my ears.

  “Done.” The man finally agrees the deal, and it occurs to me he’s bought me, and I haven’t even seen him, yet.

  “Excellent. And how will you pay?”

  A black suitcase is thrown forward from the darkness. The boss picks it up and opens it. It’s full of cash.

  “An excellent choice.” The case is handed to one of the men who took me captive. “Count it.”

  We all stand in silence as the money is checked.

  “It’s all there, boss.”

  “Fantastic. You may take her with you. It was a pleasure doing business.” I’m pulled to my feet again and dragged forward to the figure emerging from the shadows. “Megan, meet your owner M,” the boss informs me, and I stand perfectly still when a tall man appears. He’s muscular and looks as if he could squash me like a fly. He’s handsome, but his eyes scare me—they look dead. There’s nothing in them except a hint of his dark desires, and I know right then…I won’t survive him.