Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3

  The man pulls his finger out of me and forces them down inside my mouth, making me scrunch up my face in disgust. He pulls his fingers out and I look at him.

  “Are you done?” I ask in the same bored tone.

  He laughs so hard his fat belly jiggles. “She’s getting the hang of this boss. Let me put my dick inside it.”

  Kazimir narrows his eyes, lighting a cigar. “Not yet. I need something intact to make my boy come with me. If he doesn’t, I’ll tie him up and make him watch me fuck that sweet cunt until next week.”

  I swallow down the very possibility that this could happen. Ade and I haven’t been able to establish enough of a solid relationship for me to feel secure, in the fact, that he’d throw down his own life to save me. Sure, he plays caveman with me, but playing caveman and playing dead man are two completely different things. And that talk with Abby about him not having any emotions, doesn’t help.

  Standing there completely motionless until I feel a push from behind me, we carry on walking down the hallway until we arrive at another room. I haven’t seen one window the whole time I’ve been here. The floor feels as though it’s small pebbles under my feet, leading me to believe that we’re on a boat. The walls and doors are metal. I have no clue where the fuck I’ve been for the past week. We walk into an enclosed room, where there’s a light in the middle, hanging from the ceiling and a chair sitting underneath it. Kazimir points to the chair, shutting the door with just him and me inside. I walk to the chair and sit down. He kneels in front of me and tilts his head.

  “Do you know why this has happened?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “I need my son on my team. I heard that there were only two little girls that he favors the most in this world. Alaina and Abby. Abby was meant to be where you are right now. However, when I found out about his hot little affair with some new little snatch, I had to see for myself who this woman was that’s apparently locked my son’s balls up on a leash.”

  I laugh sardonically. “I have not.”

  Closing my eyes, I attempt to shut everything out. I need to find a happy place, a place where I can go to make me not want to end myself the next time I get a hold of a gun.

  Kazimir chuckles, standing in front of me. “We must go.”

  I look up at him in between the hair that’s falling in front of my eyes. “Where are we?”

  He laughs, puffing on his cigar. “In Westbeach. Where else.”

  We’re walking down the steps from Drago’s house when my phone dings in my pocket. I swipe it open and see it’s a message from Drago.

  Drago: Don’t go to Russia. That was a decoy.

  Stopping in my tracks, making the gravel skid under my feet, I begin typing out a reply. I’m half way through when my phone starts ringing. I click answer, immediately.

  “What do you mean, don’t go to Russia. And where the fuck are you?”

  “I know. I’m sorry. Look, we’re working on something that I can’t tell you, but it’s good. They’re not in Russia. I pulled up the CCTV footage from the Russian airport where that jet landed, and it showed too much of everything. So I zoomed in and the girl who they were escorting wasn’t Alaina or Kalie. We did some more digging and as it turns out, the pings we are getting are actually coming in from Westbeach. We still need to sort out the exact location—”

  Cutting him off I hang up my phone. I know where they are.

  I begin running to my bike, letting off a whistle while I get on. All the boys start running out of the clubhouse, watching me while treading carefully. I know they’re all waiting for the exact moment where I lose it completely, and they’re all staying at a distance.

  “The docks. They’ve been there this whole goddamn time.”

  Starting up my bike I speed out, with the rest of them following suit behind me.

  The whole way there, I’m amped. My pupils are no doubt dilated, and I’m ready to kill anyone that’s standing in-between Kalie and me. When we pull up, we park up at the front. There’s no way I’ll risk them hearing our bikes pull in. Taking off my helmet, I look over to Zane.

  “They no doubt have this whole area covered in surveillance.”

  “Should we wait for some backup? This is the mafia,” Ollie asks, getting off his bike.

  I shake my head and laugh. “He’s on my turf, brother. There won’t be a whole lot of mafia here, and there’s no way I’m fucking waiting.”

  We all begin walking up, ducking and hiding behind shipping containers.

  “This place is fucking huge,” Ollie says from behind me, “and has anyone seen Felix?”

  I stop in my tracks and look to Zane. “Wasn’t it Felix who gave you that last envelope?”

  Zane narrows his eyes. “Yeah, why?”

  I stand there motionless, trying to join the dots together in my head.

  “Something doesn’t add up. Why would Felix give me a hit on a man that had a connection with me as a kid?”

  Zane shrugs. “Could be just a coincidence, brother. Can we stay focused now, get our girls back.”

  I shake my head while continuing to walk. “Nothing’s a fucking coincidence in our world.”

  “Are we going to handle Felix?” I ask, looking to Zane for clarity.

  “No. Get our girls back, and then we tread around what’s going on with him.”

  “Why the fuck was he following Abby around like a lost puppy the other night?”

  “She’s been fucking him, that’s why. Ollie doesn’t suspect, or if he does, he knows he can’t do jack shit about it. The man won’t even talk to her.”

  “She’s been fucking, Felix?” I whisper to him so Ollie can’t hear.

  We walk up to another shipping container, searching for a clue of where they might be located.

  “If she has anything to fucking do with this,” I say, eyeing Zane.

  He shakes his head. “No, she wouldn’t. She may be bitter about you and Kalie, but there’s no way she’d do that. It was just them sneaking around.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive.”

  I look out in front of us and see a fishing boat floating in the water. Don’t know why, but something tells me it would be big enough to set up camp for a week. There are three other boats that are similar surrounding it as well. Starting from the first boat, I make my way toward it drawing out my gun. Zane follows, hot on my footsteps.

  I look behind us. “Blake, you and Ollie take the third boat. Harvey and Zane, you take the second. Chad and I got this one.”

  We all separate as Chad and I make our way onto the boat. Chad is exactly who you’d want at your back. He’s ex-military, and he has no limits. I quietly make my way onto the boat and look around, watching my steps carefully. It’s a shit hole and there are empty bottles everywhere. I look around onto the deck and see a box of fish bait. Shaking my head, I turn my finger around, just about to say it can’t be this one when I hear a heavy slam come from under my feet. I stop and throw my finger up to my mouth at Chad.

  “Shhh.”

  Drawing up my gun again, I round the back of the deck popping open the door and walking inside. When I see the stairs, we begin making our way down into the darkness. The smell hits me first. It smells like human decomposition. Once we hit the end, I look down to see a huge hallway. The walls are metal and there are six doors on each side. I can barely fit my shoulders down, it’s that small. There’s a door at the very end, facing me. I tilt my head to it and make my way down. Before I can reach it, the door swings open and standing in front of me is a ghost from my past.

  “No fucking way,” I say in shock.

  My dad laughs, lighting up a smoke.

  “Well, you’re a lot smarter than I ever gave you credit for,” he answers smugly.

  “You. You took Kalie and Alaina?” I growl.

  “Yes. Drop the gun, Son.” He points to my chest. When I look down, I see the laser dot aimed at my chest.

  “Fuck,” I yell, dropping my gun.
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  “Where the fuck is Kalie and Alaina?”

  He motions toward the room, signaling for me to go in. I look to him and then back at Chad, nudging my head toward the room. The sight that I see when I walk in there will haunt me for all of eternity.

  “Fuucckk!” I roar and fly myself at my father. “What the fuck have you done?”

  I grab him by the throat, ready to end my deal I made with Sandra when I feel three other men pull me off him. I look behind me and see Chad being held up against the wall by two men the same size as him. I shrug them off me and start to run over to Kalie. She’s hanging from the roof by her hands. She’s in nothing but her underwear, her body is bruised black and blue, and her hair is sticky with blood dropping from her face. Her head hangs low, and I make my way to her. When I watch her face slowly lift up, meeting my eyes, I feel like her eyes have ripped my heart out of my chest. I can’t cope with the turn of emotions I feel at this very moment, and they aren’t good ones.

  “Baby?” I slide my hand over her face and she begins shaking, her whole body convulsing.

  I hiss and begin pulling at her arms. “I got you now. Fuck! I’m so sorry, baby.”

  All I want to do is take her away from everything and anything. I want to run off with her where it’s just her and me so I can look after her for the rest of my life. I’m completely fucking heart broken. I fucking love this girl and I know it. There’s no way I’d feel these feelings for her if I didn’t—I’m inhumane, not stupid.

  A hand wraps around my arm, and just as they are about to pull me back, I swing around and knock whoever it is dead in the face, putting all my force into that one punch. When I look down, I see one of my father’s henchmen on the floor, knocked out cold. My father laughs, rounding the motionless body lying on the floor.

  “Some shit never changes,” he chuckles.

  I point to Kalie. “Take her fucking down. Now,” I grumble to him.

  He looks at me, studying my eyes.

  “Now!” I yell.

  He clicks his fingers together and motions to Kalie. I watch as they take her down, and I catch her as she drops to the ground wrapping her in my arms and kissing her on her head.

  “You will pay for this,” I say, looking up at him from the ground.

  He laughs, leaning against the wall. “I doubt that, Son. I’m untouchable. Even by you…’The Executioner’,” he mocks.

  I curl up my lip in disgust. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

  “Are you not wondering how I came to be here?” He motions around the room.

  “No, I simply don’t care. You’re a dead man walking.”

  I slide Kalie’s hair out of her face and kiss her on the lips. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”

  She chokes out a hollow laugh. It’s the first sound I’ve heard her make since we got here. Frank moves across the room and pulls up a chair, taking a seat on it and propping his ankle up on his knee. The carelessness in his eyes is evident, and I cannot wait to watch the life slip from the depths of them.

  “I am Kazimir Lyov,” he says casually.

  “I figured that, Pops. You can speak now. Make these words legendary. They will be your last.”

  He laughs, lighting up a cigarette and placing it into his mouth. “I’ve always been Kazimir Lyov. I was only Frank Nixon when I moved to Westbeach when I was in my late twenties.” He takes a puff of his smoke again before continuing, “I had to move, live a double life. I needed a decoy from the feds, they were catching onto our family business and they were catching onto it fast. We all went our separate ways for a few years, with the knowledge that we’d reunite back together eventually when everything died down. I joined SS MC, it was the perfect cover for me, right up my alley and I didn’t have to pretend to be a businessman or any bullshit like that. I could still kill, smoke, and fuck. I was supposed to go back to Russia a few months before I met your mother, and that was it. I feel in shit creek with her so fast I didn’t know what hit me.”

  He looks between Kalie and me on the floor, smirking before he continues his talk. I wish I could say I’m surprised, but I’m not.

  “I pushed my staying in America as far as I could, but eventually, I knew I needed to return to Russia. Therefore, I set up the accident to fake my own death and give me free passage back. Davey and Pete were collateral damage. I thought your mother would be fine. She had you after all. When I heard of her death, it ruined me. Maybe you will know how that feels one day, maybe today,” he states casually as he gets up from his seat.

  “What do you want?” I ask, squeezing onto Kalie.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” he answers smugly. “I want you. I need you on my team. I know how lethal you are Son, and I want you with me. Come back to your roots.”

  “Fuck my roots, my roots are here.”

  “Then I have no other choice, Son,” he says, smiling at me.

  I look down to Kalie before looking back up to him. “Where’s Alaina?”

  At the mention of Alaina’s name, I feel Kalie’s body go stiff under my grasp. I look down to her and stare deep into her eyes. She’s different. When I look into her eyes now, I see nothing but emptiness.

  I whisper against her lips, “What did they do to you, baby? They won’t hurt you again. You need to trust me, okay? Do you trust me?”

  She looks at me, a single tear dropping from her eye as her face goes dead straight. “No,” she says sternly with absolutely no emotion whatsoever.

  “Fuck,” I mumble, placing her onto the ground.

  I need to get away from her, I don’t want anything that is about to go down anywhere near her. I push her hair behind her ear and kiss her lightly on the curve of her ear.

  “I need you to stay against that wall, baby. Don’t move. I will earn you back, I promise you. I love you Kalie-Rose, I fucking love you so much, baby. Please, trust me on this,” I whisper.

  When I bring my head back from her ear, I look down into her eyes and see they are pouring with tears. She nods and moves against the wall.

  “Good girl,” I whisper before standing back up.

  “I’ll come with you, on one condition,” I say, pulling my shoulders straight, “you bring Alaina out here and let the girls and my men walk.”

  He nods his head, looking over to one of the men in the corner.

  “Go, get the blonde.”

  The man walks out and a few moments later walks back in with Alaina draped over his shoulders. My heart slumps into my chest again as he drops her onto the ground next to Kalie. She murmurs and stirs and I see Kalie pull her up into her, brushing her hair away from her forehead. If I thought Kalie looked bad, Alaina looks like death. I look at her with worried eyes, the same worry a brother would look at his sister. When she opens her eyes slightly, she sees me and gasps.

  “Ade? Ade, is that you? No. No. I’m dreaming again. It can’t be…” she whispers off, coming in and out of oblivion.

  They’re both unrecognizable. These two sweet girls have now been exposed to such corruption that I don’t think they’ll ever be the same again. “Done, let’s fucking go,” I say to my father.

  I look to Kalie, as everyone begins walking out. “I love you, baby. I’ll be back for you. I promise.” She turns her head away from me, obvious pain in her stare.

  I look to Alaina. “Zane’s outside, firecracker.”

  Glancing up to Chad I give him a small smile and a head nod, before following out the door.

  We’re walking back down the corridor and I begin to count how many men there are. In front of me is my father, in front of him is five other men, and I don’t know if there are any others outside. I can take them, I fucking know I can, but not while they’re carrying their weapons. When we reach the steps, we start to make our way up. Once the first man reaches the deck, a single gunshot rings out and the man drops to the ground. I look at my father and elbow him square in the face, making him stumble back. Pulling on the legs of the man that?
??s in front of him, he smashes his face on the steps, and I stomp down on the back of his head, cracking open his jaw and teeth on the step. I spin back around and see my father’s gun raised on me.

  “Boys, now unless you want to be a valuable man down, I would let us out peacefully,” he yells out to Zane.

  Zane walks in front of the entrance, pulls up his gun and shoots the man standing in front of him square in the head.

  “Zane…” Frank, or should I say ‘Kazimir’ warns.

  “Don’t give a fuck what you say, Frank. I’ll kill you all.”

  I look sideways at the gun raised to my temple, and in a split second I whip it out of his hands, flipping it around and shooting him in the leg. Turning around, and pointing the gun to the face of the fat fuck I remember from the video and drop it.

  “You! Are you the fat fuck who had his hands on my girl?” I ask, walking up to him.

  I hear two more gunshots ring out next to me, and I know damn well those shots came from my boys, so I don’t bat an eye away from the target in front of me. Gripping onto his throat I push my face up to his. “I said…are you the sick fuck that hand his hands on my girl?” He laughs so hard his fat gut wobbles up against me. I look down at it in disgust before looking back up to him. “Think this is funny?” I push him back down the way we came, heading back into the room where the girls and Chad are located. Kicking it open, I see Chad wrapping his hoodie around them.

  “Ade?” Alaina whispers.

  “It’s over, firecracker.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” Kalie whispers out emotionless.

  I throw the blob of fat to the ground before moving over to her.

  “What do you mean I’m wrong, baby?” I grasp around her neck and pull her into me.

  She pushes away from me. “This is not over, Ade. I will never be the same again. I’ve had men touch me in places that I only ever wanted you to touch me in.” She wipes the tears that are dropping from her eyes and my chest constricts at the emotions in her voice and the words coming out of her mouth. “I will never be the same. I hate you, Ade Nixon. I hate you so much that I never want to see your face again.” She stands from where she’s sitting, wrapping the hoodie around Alaina and kissing her on the head. She wipes Alaina’s hair away from her forehead, looking deep into her eyes.