Promised (The Clans Book 1)

by Elizabeth Knox

  Roman came a little close for my comfort, and I suspected what he was after, though it made me want to vomit. I was still in the dress from the party, but my heels had been taken from me just in case I got the idea to sue them as a weapon. My nails had even been shortened. They hadn’t taken many chances, except for the one they didn’t expect.

  As Roman leaned in, sliding his hand up that split in my dress that had given Ion so much pleasure, I had to fit the urge to just kick him in the balls and spit in his eye immediately. I needed him to get a little closer, my eyes occasionally darting to where he kept his gun. I would have to be strategic because it was a revolver; limited bullets and too long to refill if I did find any. I would have to take these three out with one shot each and hang onto the rest, just hoping it was fully loaded.

  He reached my panties, and I tried not to gag. I had to make this work. “Maybe I can at least have a little fun before we let you go. It always did sound like Ion had a blast with you.” His words sounded like they were coming from a snake. What was with these disgusting men just taking what they wanted form women, especially me. They had no idea what they were dealing with.

  I had to pretend I wanted it. “One last hoorah, then?” I asked as sensually as I could manage.

  “Ha! I told you all she was just a whore. It was a shame that Jonas kept her to himself all those years. We could have all had some fun with her.” I looked right into his eyes, pulling him close to me with his tie. I felt his hand touch the lips of my pussy and hated that I was doing this. The only consolation was that he was about to be dead.

  He was so drunk and horny, he didn’t even realize what it meant as I pulled my bloody hands out from behind my back, and he was so fat he was blocking the view of me from the others. I acted like I was reaching for his pants but then pulled his gun out, shooting him right between the eyes. His blood and brains shot out towards me as he fell to the ground.

  The other two looked in shock for a moment, so I managed to get one of them in the chest before the third pulled his gun. I rolled to avoid his gunfire before shooting out his knee cap and running out the door they had conveniently left open. I had no idea what I would find on the other side, but I knew I needed to stay fast and low wherever I was.

  I was surprised when I came out into a parking garage, but it was completely contained underground. I couldn’t see any exits other than an elevator that likely led up to a very public place where I could easily be spotted. I would have to deal with it, and probably acquire more ammo along the way. I got the feeling I was probably going to die in this endeavor, but it was better than dying on their terms I supposed. I said a silent prayer as I ducked behind a car, hoping no security cameras caught me and gave me away too soon. I really wanted a miracle to get back to the two people I called my family.

  I took a deep breath and dared to go to the elevator. I didn’t think anyone else was coming down right now. In fact, I suspected those three men were supposed to have taken me somewhere. I went to the elevator and took it up. I knew better than to try the ground floor since whatever kind of building I was in would have some kind of busy desk or something going on on the first floor. I chose the fourth floor at random, hoping I could quickly find the exit and get out of there. Once out, I would run several blocks and get a hold of Ion.

  But as soon as I came out on the floor, I saw that it was also busy. The place was a boutique hotel, the kind with restaurants and shops in it. I suspected that at least some of the guests were involved with the mafia, and I felt like all eyes were on me as I walked through the halls, frantically searching for the way out. I wasn’t at all surprised when I found myself almost barreling into two men in suits. I shot without a thought, knowing I needed to incapacitate them enough to grab more bullets or guns. I grabbed a gun from one, seeing they were both alive but bloody. I kicked them a few times for good measure, hearing the screams of guests that saw. This was going to be a big mess Ion would have to clean up when it was all over. I couldn’t worry about it, though. I had to find the way out, and as more men came towards me, I realized I needed to go back to the elevator and get to another floor. That’s when I saw it, the door that said “stairs.”

  Chapter 21

  Mariana

  I hiked my dress up as I disappeared behind the door, knowing the men would soon follow. I padded down the steps on my bare feet, and it was like de ja vu. I had almost died in a stairwell once. In fact, I had been certain I was as good as dead as I bled to death while Jonas and his men took away my baby girl. This time, things were going to be turning in my favor. I had ammo, and I had a reason to believe there was life outside of the walls around me.

  I had a real life to fight for.

  Just as I knew I had gone down a whole flight, there was commotion from above and below. I got my gun ready as I continued, thinking that they had surrounded me. But as a shootout could be heard below, I realized what was happening. I would know the shout of his voice anywhere. The same day that I tried to escape was the day Ion had found me and come to save me. The best I could do now was make it easier. Though, I fought the desire to call out to him. I didn’t want him to get distracted and get hurt.

  One of the men who was coming down was gaining on me, pulling his gun. I whipped around down onto another flight, coming down to the fight quickly. I hoped I could stay out of range and get positioned with Ion and those at the bottom before I had to face the men who were coming from above. Otherwise, I would lose all my bullets and not even take a man completely down before I joined the war.

  I ran the last two flights, taking two steps at a time until I crashed hard into one of the men who had turned the fight physical at the bottom of the stairs. He went careening into the metal door and fell over, allowing Ion to take him out. I couldn’t believe I found myself in the middle of a shootout as I placed one foot on the bottom stair, the gun aimed in front of me. I had a few bullets left to spend in the revolver and then whatever was in the automatic I had taken. There was no time to celebrate that I had been reunited with Ion or to ask if Bianca was at home safe. The two men from before were coming at me with their guns. A shot went past me as I weaved and then shot at them. I also missed. These were the experts they had sent out for me this time, not the dipshits that I had been dealing with in the basement.

  It was an all-out war, and I had the feeling if we didn’t get out of there that more would join. There was something that felt strange about the location of this. I couldn’t believe we were in some ritzy hotel instead of a warehouse or an abandoned home. Even with all the money that the clan leaders had, they were usually more secretive about their business. How could they afford to be conducting seedy dealings and holding prisoners in a public place? This whole thing must have been bigger than Ion or I expected.

  I had a theory, and not a good one. The only people that I know of risky enough to pull a stunt like this are the Russians. I’d hoped I was wrong; I really hoped I was…. but this made sense to me. No one knows of this, but my mother confessed to me on my fifteenth birthday that her father wasn’t her biological father. Her biological father is Fredrik Volkov, Valentin Volkov’s father. Valentin Volkolv is the head of the Russian Mob.

  I’m not just Romanian; I’m half Russian. I have ties to the thrones of both mobs, and I’m wondering if this has been discovered. Why else would I have a bounty on my head?

  I heard Ion scream out in pain behind me, and I knew he had been shot or stabbed. I wasn’t sure how bad it was, but I knew I was the only one who could make sure we got out of there. His men were surely waiting with a car somewhere nearby. All I had to do was finish off all the other men and get him to the car. We would be scott-free and could beef up security, even stay somewhere else if we had to. I wasn’t getting separated from him and Bianca again.

  I focused, taking a deep breath and remembering everything Ion had taught me. I shot two bullets through the chest of one man and got the head and neck of the other. They fell before me, and I felt the adrenali
ne running through me. I thought I would feel awful, having killed people today, but I felt like I was finally deserving of my last name. I wasn’t laying down and taking it. In fact, I had just taken care of things for Ion.

  I turned around and helped him up, seeing that he had been shot more than once, though it didn’t look like anything permanent or serious. He would need to get the bullets out and treat the wounds, but that was it.

  I led him out the door where a car was waiting as I suspected. We got in the car, and I told them to drive in a voice I didn’t recognize from my own throat. I sounded in charge, and it was nice. I turned to Ion and whispered the question I was dying for an answer about. “Is Bianca safe?”

  He nodded before grunting in pain while pulling me down to his lips. He kissed me so passionately, and not in a lustful way. This was different, and I wondered what was happening between us as the car took us to the local hospital, finally letting me know where I had ended up; Toronto. A short drive from New York into another country. Did they think that we couldn’t reach them if they crossed the border? Hopefully, Ion would be able to think of better answers than me.

  Chapter 22

  Mariana

  I felt exhausted as I turned off the lights and began removing my dress, finally. I had gotten to talk to Bianca on the phone while we were at the hospital for Ion. She was so excited to hear from me, and I promised her that we would have a redo for her birthday so that I could be there. She was asleep now, though, and I didn’t get to see her other than lying in her bed peacefully. Security had been beefed up, doubled in fact, and I finally felt safe going to sleep in that bed next to Ion. I put my gun under the bed just the way Ion did. Being taken again was not an option.

  I sighed as I pulled off everything I was wearing. I had been wearing the same grimy clothes since I had been taken at the party for our engagement, and it felt nice to be out of them. I knew it was late, but I felt so filthy, I just had to grab a shower.

  I turned on the water, which instantly got warm in this place. I stepped in, letting the water spray all over my body, chipping away at the dirt that I felt but couldn’t see. My muscles began to relax, but I jumped a little when I felt hands on me, massaging my upper back and neck. Then, kisses began to encircle me, our bodies touching under the warm water.

  I turned around a concerned look on my face. “You should be resting. You were shot and had to have surgery, and, and you’re not even supposed to be in the shower. Your wound could get infected,” I told him as he leaned down and kissed my neck just the way I liked. I couldn’t help but let a pleasured sigh escape my lips. Ion knew just how and where to touch me. He was a magic man, as some might say.

  “It was minor surgery,” he told me, sucking at my skin. “Besides, I have missed you. I didn’t know if you would come back to me alive this time.” I heard the concern in his voice and felt a chill run down my spine. He was sincere in what he was saying. I don’t know how we had suddenly morphed into whatever this was, but I had a feeling that I hadn’t had in a long time, or ever for that matter. I had a vague memory of Ion when we were younger, and I had talked for weeks and weeks about the way he had held my hand. This was the grown-up version of that.

  I turned my back to him again, enjoying the sensations of his fingertips on my skin as they ran down my spine. I could feel him growing against me, sliding up against the inside of my thigh. He was so close to being inside me, and I wanted him to keep going. Instead, though, he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I love you, Ana,” he said, surprising me. I didn’t ever think those words would come out of his mouth, but now that they had, I felt the overwhelming need to answer them.

  I turned my head to the side so he could hear me over the sound of water. “I love you, too.” I didn’t know it was true until that moment, but it was irrevocably so. His hands wrapped around me, sliding across my wet stomach and my breasts, massaging them expertly. I felt him slip inside of me, and I spread my legs a little, letting him slip further inside of me.

  I gasped at the feeling of his cock sliding against the flesh inside my pussy. I bent over and hung onto the sides of the tub, and he made it further, slamming against my cervix with his length. I moaned loudly, calling out his name as it echoed around the bathroom. It was good to be home, my fingers turning to prunes as my legs shook in complete pleasure. I finally knew where I belonged.

  Chapter 23

  Marina

  I stood in the back of a huge church, the kind with stained glass windows and a place for a large choir up front. I was wearing a gorgeous dress, mermaid style, with lace all over it. My hair had taken hours to get right, but I looked like a princess. I could only imagine what Ion would look like when I walked down the aisle towards him. He had insisted on the silly tradition that I didn’t see him, nor him I, before we were at the front of that church, ready to say our I dos. I had an awesome day with Bianca, though, being girls and just getting pampered. She looked just as beautiful as me and was loving every minute.

  I watched her walk, going down the aisle, as I remined hidden. She dropped flower petals all the way until she reached the front. Then, it was my turn to move. I went with the music, even as I wanted to run down to the end and be in front of him. I knew that this was my fate since I was a baby, to be with Ion Petran, but I never thought I would enjoy it so thoroughly.

  I could feel a wide smile on my face that wasn’t going away as I walked past all the guests who were standing in their respect for me; another age old and silly tradition. But this one felt pretty good. They were all there to see me get married to Ion so that we could take our rightful place as leaders. Ion had talked with me and told me how much a smash I had been with the clan leaders, and especially now that I had helped take down several men who had betrayed us. He told me that while he would still be king, that I would be involved and get a say. They wanted me, and even he was beginning to respect me.

  Though, even as my happiness was knocking on the door, I had a bad feeling that it was all too good to be true, or at least to last. We had learned nothing yet about which clan or clans were after me, though we were investigating the owner of the hotel where I had been held. It was only a matter of time before that turned up again. I still hadn’t told Ion my thoughts about the Russians being involved, one day I would. However, we needed to know who stood with us but was also against us. Hopefully, I would get to enjoy my wedding night before the shit hit the fan.

  Finally, I was to Ion, and his smile was just as broad as I thought mine was. I took his hands, and the ceremony was a blur, Bianca swishing in her little dress behind me and tugging at my train happily. And when we kissed, I swear there were fireworks.

  As we exited, though, a strange man standing away from the crowd caught my eye. I grabbed onto Bianca and nodded towards him. Ion shook his head and made his way towards the man as I took Bianca off with our bodyguards in the car we would be taking to our private jet. We were going to be off on an island away from all this mess for a while the rest of the Petran clan worked with the Balans to figure it all out. I was going to get a break as well as some fun in the sun and sand with my family.

  The car drove away to safety as I waited for Ion to come back to me. The last thing I needed was to lose him or have him injured on our wedding day. Luckily, he was in the car before I knew it, though he did not look to be in a good mood.

  “It was Rafael, the leader of the Mexican cartel,” Ion explained. I leaned back in my seat for the ride and huffed out an annoyed sigh. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

  “Dare I ask what he wanted?” I questioned, hoping for better news butt fearing the worst.

  “It was a warning. Rafael has experienced some bad dealings with motorcycle clubs that bought women from him the way we do. In fact, one of his closest men, Juan, is dead, killed by the MC. He has warned us to prove our loyalty and that he doesn’t trust that the mob wasn’t involved with any of this at all. I thought about explaining our situation to him, but I doubt a man lik
e that would be sympathetic. As far as he is concerned, we are all one and the same, regardless. We aren’t out of the woods yet, I’m afraid.”

  I took Ion’s hand in mine, and he picked it up and kissed it. “Let’s just enjoy being a family now, and we can worry about all of this drama when we get back,” I told him, trying to keep it light. Bianca didn’t need to be pulled into all of it. She was going to have a good time and a good life.

  I looked down at her and saw that she had passed out, I giggled and stroked her hair as we arrived at the airport. Ion carried her onto the jet that was waiting on the tarmac. Once she was sound settled and safe, I turned to my new husband and began the painstaking job of taking my wedding dress off. As hard as it was to get on, I knew it would take some time to remove.

  “Here, let me help you with that Mrs. Petran,” Ion said in a sultry tone, going to my back and helping me with all the buttons and zippers, removing each piece one at a time. There was something sensual about the whole scene as I looked into his eyes, him coming around to survey my body like his new prize. I had never felt more beautiful.

  “I cannot believe you are finally mine,” he said, pulling me close so that I was weak at the knees, his musky breath hitting me and causing instant intoxication.

  He laid me down on a row of seats and dropped his pants. He was already so hard.

  “I can’t believe you finally love me,” I told him just before he picked up my legs, placing them one on each of his shoulders. He smirked down at me, the head of his shaft tickling the outside of my wet and waiting center. I could see exactly how this honeymoon was going to be, and I was going to love every minute of it.