The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2)

by Steele, C. M.

  “Yes. I did, and rather enjoyed it. I may have failed in the past when it comes to killing you. You won’t seem to die, but Santini won’t fail,” Petrov sneered.

  “You’re a dead man, Petrov. I’m going to enjoy killing you,” Nikolai snarled on the line before hanging up.

  “You’re really a twisted fuck. You killed his father, but stayed by his side. Why?” Santini admired Petrov’s ruthlessness, but still didn’t trust him fully. He wasn’t sure if this was a ruse or if he really truly hated Rykov.

  “It was because of his father that my wife and daughter were killed. They were out to get me for assisting Vladimir Rykov and went after my family. I’ve waited to make him pay for his father’s crimes.”

  “So what did he say?”

  “He said it was late, so I’m assuming he went back to America. I’m going to call the airport and see if there was a flight to America that left around the same time as his personal jet.”

  Petrov made the call, and sure enough, there was a flight that had left at the same time and landed in Texas. They played a switch on them.

  “They left at the same time to go back to Texas.”

  “What the fuck tipped him off that I was after him?”

  “I think it was because she was using her phone, and he thought you or her brother were coming to get her back.”

  “No. He knew it was me. Why would he waltz back into the Rossi’s territory, unless he was certain he was safe?”

  “Do you think they know you’re involved?”

  “If he went to the Rossi’s it’s possible, but I don’t give a fuck. She is my property, and I want her back.”

  “Then you’re going back to Texas?”

  “Oh, I’m going, and you are too. If he runs again, you’ll pay for it with your life,” Santini responded.

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  Nikolai walked back into the house after the call with Petrov. The news that it was Petrov that killed his father was a shocker. He’d never thought it was him. He’d been so close after he’d lost his father. Walking in the house, he looked defeated. Bianca ran right up to him in wifely concern.

  “Niko, what’s the matter?”

  “Nothing, my love.”

  “Nothing my ass. You look like you’ve been heartbroken.”

  “I don’t want to discuss it, Bianca. Let’s go to bed. I want to be in you.”

  “Is that all I am to you? Your sex toy,” Bianca said angrily.

  “Damn it, Bianca. You know it’s not just sex.”

  “No, it’s all it is. You want someone to fuck, not to be by your side.”

  Nikolai was not in the mood to argue with his wife. She didn’t understand that he was hurting but was too much of a man to let her know. He needed her warmth to ease the pain he felt inside. He scooped her up and carried her to their room, ignoring the fact that they had an audience.

  “Something upset him,” Amber said.

  “I know. I overheard his conversation. Nikolai forgot that we have cameras in all the public areas. The traitor killed his father.”

  “Oh my. No wonder he is just looking for comfort. Poor man,” Amber said as she hugged her husband and watched the other couple walk out of sight.

  “Put me down, Nikolai.”

  “No, wife, I don’t want to hear your lip right now. I just need to love you.” Nikolai didn’t waste any time tearing off her clothes and his before testing her wetness for him with the tip of his cock. Bianca was always ready for her husband, and this time was no different. Even when angry at him, she was still turned on by his strength and stubbornness.

  He laid her down on the bed while he stood and slowly entered her as he shook in anger and in self-hatred. Nikolai kissed her deeply, silently pleading to her for her love.

  His movements were rigid and short, driving into her roughly as he coped with what he just learned. He felt disgusted in the bond he had thought he built with his father’s murderer. He needed to wipe it clean, and Bianca was his answer. She was something special to him, and he was hurting because he knew she didn’t realize it.

  “You’re my world. I’m sorry that I haven’t shown you what you mean to me. It’s more than this,” he groaned as he rutted into his wife who was pinned to the mattress.

  “I don’t know how to show you, but once this is over, I’ll do anything I can to show you what you mean to me,” he whispered as he looked down at his precious wife. She was truly a thing of beauty. Her fair complexion was flush as she filled with desire. It wasn’t long before she was clawing at his back as she always did. She loved his build and couldn’t stop from touching his back every time they loved each other, even when their sex was fast and dirty, and she’d often told him so.

  Nikolai then flipped Bianca over and on to her knees, needing to be deeper and harder. She eagerly got on all fours as she opened her legs, awaiting his entry. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide so he could get a great view of his cock hitting into her wet, greedy cunt. Her pussy was a thing of pure magic, and he couldn’t keep out of it.

  She gave him a smile before begging, “Please.”

  Nikolai returned her smile and gently rubbed his cock up and down her silky wetness before pushing back into her pussy. Both of them sighed as they merged. Being one with her brought relief to him as he placed his body on her back and slowly started working her from behind. They started grunting when he lifted her torso higher to switch angles and started rocking his hips hard and fast into her.

  “Ahh,” she moaned as he tugged her ponytail, bringing her face close to his for a kiss.

  “You’re mine, Bianca. I love you so much. You just don’t know how much, but you will,” he murmured before taking her mouth again, this time gripping her breasts and speeding up his thrusts. The bed shook as he continued to hammer his fat cock into her tight pussy. Their bodies were covered in sweat and had rubbed against each other as they rode out their mind-numbing orgasms. The slickness adding to the thrill.

  They both collapsed onto the bed. Nikolai making sure not to crush her, rolling to his side and onto his back next to her. They were breathing harshly as they tried to calm their racing hearts.

  “Do you really feel I’m neglecting you other than when I’m inside you?” Nikolai asked sincerely, still lying on his back.

  Bianca rose up and leaned over her handsome husband, admiring the features on his face before she replied, “A little. I’m sorry. You’ve shown me many times what I mean to you. It’s just that I felt left out since we got here. You’ve been locked away with my brother and my father, even with Amber, and I’m standing on the outside looking in.”

  “Your brother didn’t want Amber in there either, but she refused to be on the outside.”

  “Good. Then I should be in on these meetings too,” she demanded.

  “No. You shouldn’t. I’m your husband, and I’m telling you that shit is out of the question. I don’t want you involved in this.”

  “I’m already involved. Claudio is my ex,” she retorted.

  “Wife, do me a favor and never let me hear his name from your lips. I can’t stand that he’s touched and tasted these lips that are mine. I don’t want you near him at all, which means you stay away.”

  “You’re being ridiculous. He’s nothing to me.”

  “I don’t care. Bianca, you’re mine, and I make the rules.”

  “Fine, then. Are you at least going to tell me why you were so upset?”

  “Petrov killed my father.”

  “What? Oh, no, Niko.” She sighed as she hugged her husband tightly.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine, Bianca.”

  “Well, you’re not fine now. I’m sorry you’re hurting. Please talk to me about it.”

  Nikolai looked up at his wife and thought about her request. If there was anyone he should talk to, it should be her.

  “Okay, let’s get cleaned up before we start.” Bianca gave him a look like she didn’t buy that he would hold up his end of the bargain
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  “Come on. Have I ever broken my promises to you?”

  “No. I guess it can wait.” She hopped off the bed and got a light love tap from him as he sat up. They took a fast shower, only scrubbing themselves, rinsing off, and hurrying to bed. She wanted to talk about what was bothering him, and he knew that tomorrow could be a showdown with Santini. He just wanted to hold her and make her feel the love he had for her. If it meant sharing his past and his feelings, so be it.

  He slipped on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt as he watched her put on a pair of boy shorts that hugged her ass perfectly, and his cock got stiff again. Then she covered up her round breasts with one of his shirts, completing his favorite outfit on her.

  When this was over and they were home alone, that nightwear was going to be all she would be donning. It was the sexiest thing that he’d ever seen, next to her being naked, of course.

  “Bianca, are you trying to catch another dicking so soon?” he asked as he fondled his cock and ogled her body, clearly making her very aware that he found her outfit hot.

  “I just like to be comfortable,” she whispered with a shrug.

  “Then hurry up and get into bed before I take your beautiful ass again,” he said as he got under the covers.

  Bianca smiled cheerfully as she hopped onto bed and slowly climbed up between his legs. She planted a tender kiss on his lips before jumping off him and resting on his side.

  “Now, tell me, husband.”

  “Yes, bossy woman,” he said with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around her, bringing her into his chest.

  “I’d just finished my first year of college in England. When I returned home, I’d learned that my father had been the head of a crime family. Rumors were going around about him, but I’d asked and he told me that they were just jealous of his success. I believed him. I guess I was a bit naïve at the time, if you could imagine,” he said with a small laugh.

  “I’d been protected by many guards growing up and thinking it was just because he was a powerful businessman. It was one of my classmates that mentioned it to me before the classes ended, but I didn’t believe him.”

  “How could you not know?” Bianca said. Having grown up in the life, she knew it was difficult for her father to hide who he was and what he did.

  “Because I spent most of my time in England. From the time I was old enough, I was sent to boarding school and always had my head in books. Coming from wealth meant that I could have anything I wanted, and it was fun for a while, but I still wanted to make my father proud. I believed that he was training me to take over a legitimate company, but I was way off. My father didn’t want that life for me, so he and his men kept me out of it. In my sophomore year it was mentioned again, and it came from the mouth of his current mistress. She’d been talking to one of the guards and hadn’t seen me. I confronted him about it, and he told me that he wanted me to have a clean life. He thought I deserved better,” Nikolai said with a shrug and a smirk.

  “If it hadn’t been for his death, I would have. I’d just graduated from college when I got the news. I had to take over where he left off. Petrov took me under his wing and drilled it into me that I had to take my father’s place. It worked because I was on a mission to find his killer, but I’d been young and an amateur.” Nikolai paused with a chuckle as he let out a deep breath.

  “I almost died like five times in the first two years because I didn’t know what I was doing. Once I’d gotten the hang of everything and let it be known that I wasn’t someone you crossed, I built upon my father’s success and made it grow.” Bianca hugged her husband tighter.

  “I wasn’t as violent as most in the organization, but when I was, you’d better find a place to hide. Sergei had always been at my side along with Petrov. So I’m not sure how to feel about having let the man who killed my father be close to me all these years. Hell, some of the attacks on my life could’ve been caused by him. I know he’s the one who sold me out to Santini and our governments. All I know is that he’s going to pay for his crimes, but you’re going to have to stay out of harm’s way,” he warned her.

  “Do you know why they’re trying to get you and my family to be at war?”

  “See, baby, I knew you’d try and talk this out of me. The only thing I’m going to say is that it is because he wanted total control of the entire area. With us at war, it wouldn’t be hard for him to assume control.”

  Bianca lay still in his arms thinking about what he said as he caressed her arm.

  “I love you, Niko. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I love you, my little princess. Thank you for loving me despite everything.”

  He gave her one last kiss for the night, and they fell into a comfortable sleep. That was until they were awakened at four in the morning as Luciano pounded on their bedroom door. Nikolai jumped out of bed to get the door, hence the reason why he wore clothes to bed.

  “What gives?” Nikolai had a feeling that this was game time.

  “He boarded a flight with a shitload of armed men. They’ll be landing in the next hour. I want this over today. Get dressed, and we’ll lock our women in their rooms so their asses can’t sneak out.”

  “Give me five,” Niko said. Luciano nodded and walked away. They had a plan in motion, and they were ready to get on with it.

  There was a total of twenty men that Santini had with him, and that included the scandalous traitor Petrov. The men did a switch, and Santini and Petrov, along with the men that ended up in their car, were driven by one of the Rossi men. It was still dark when they pulled up to the warehouse.

  “Where the fuck are you taking me?”

  “Where Mr. Petrov asked to be taken.” They stopped inside the warehouse.

  “I didn’t ask to be taken here,” he shouted. Petrov looked at Santini, confused, but Santini had a feeling Petrov was setting him up.

  “Petrov, you’re a fucking liar,” he roared. Just as he was about to shoot him, the doors opened and the four bodyguards were shot without a chance to act.

  “Put the gun down right now,” Sergei hissed. Santini complied, but only because he already hit his panic button when they first pulled up to the warehouse.

  “Petrov, it is good to see you, you fucked-up bastard. Out!”

  The two men were escorted out of the car before tied to the chairs waiting for them. The only light entering the warehouse was the sun rising.

  “Good morning, you fucking pricks,” Nikolai said as he walked up to the men. He was dressed all in black and wore a huge grin.

  “What do you want?”

  “What I want is to watch you die, Petrov,” Nikolai sneered, then turned to Santini. “You, well, I don’t know why you had to come after me from the start, and considering you wanted Bianca dead, I don’t know why you came after me again.”

  “She wasn’t supposed to die. That fuck was supposed to get her out before you killed the family.”

  “Well, he was a big dumb fuck, and now a dead one.”

  “So you killed Angelo. I don’t give a shit. I’m still not worried about you. It’s you who should be concerned.”

  “Really? You should be. I don’t see how I should be concerned. If you think that panic button you hit was going to save you, you’re dead wrong. The signal was jammed the moment you hit it. You’re predictable and pathetic.” Nikolai laughed as he looked at his wife’s former fiancé.

  “You stole my woman. What else did you want?”

  “She was never yours. She’s mine. The fact that you even touched her angers me enough to put a bullet in your head.”

  “What—you didn’t like her sucking another man’s cock?”

  “Save your shit. If you think I’m going to let you get to me, you’re wrong.”

  “Petrov, you are a stupid fuck. You should have kept your mouth shut from the get-go. Now I’m going to torture your ass.”

  “Nikolai, I’ve got information I could give you if you let me go,” Petrov pleaded.

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��Do you think I’m stupid? You sent me to hell. Now my beautifully perfect wife has to look at me with this nice reminder of my time in Lgov.” Nikolai knew he was rubbing it in for Santini that he now had Bianca, but he couldn’t help it. This bastard had kissed his wife. She agreed to marry the fuck, and that wasn’t something he couldn’t deal with.

  “It’s something that will make Luciano Rossi angry.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Petrov, you pussy,” Santini yelled, trying to get to Petrov but only being able to rock the chair a little.

  “Really?” said Luciano as he walked out of the shadows.

  “Tell me, Petrov. I don’t owe this fuck any loyalties. He’s trying to fuck a baby into my little sister, so I fucking don’t really like him. I’ll let you live, but only if you tell me what’s going to piss me off.”

  “Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you,” Santini said to Petrov.

  “Santini, fuck you. You had this fuck try to off my family after coming into my home, claiming to love my sister. I’m a man of my word, something you obviously aren’t.”

  “He did a lot more than that,” Petrov said with a smirk.

  “Shut up, Petrov,” Santini roared. The fear was building in him, but his pride was stronger.

  “Tell me,” Luciano demanded.

  “He’s the one who started the whole incident two years ago that ended with your wife’s rape.”

  “You had a hand in my wife’s attack,” Luciano growled.

  Santini didn’t say anything but gave Luciano an evil smile.

  “You’ve got nothing to say for yourself?”

  “What is there to say? If I’d had the chance, I would’ve fucked your wife too,” he said as he closed his eyes and waited for Luciano’s bullet. Santini waited, but there was nothing. He opened his eyes only to catch it between the legs.

  His screams echoed throughout the room.

  “Did you think I would just end you? My wife suffered a fate unimaginable. You aren’t getting off that easy. I should let your ass live with no dick. What do you think, Niko?” Luciano said as he turned to his brother-in-law.

  Santini moaned and paled as he lost blood. “You’re asking the wrong person. I want him dead for several things.”