Bratva-Mikhail

Found?

Janis

I had been saving up the past few weeks to unfortunately leave town. If Charlie was indeed in town and found me it would only be a matter of time before he found me and threw me into whatever fu*ked up business he had going.

So far I had enough for a bus ticket and small apartment in a small town in Montana. Maybe I would at least contact Yelena and see how everyone was doing.

Even Mikhail.

Maybe one day I could go back. I really loved that town. I hated leaving. But it would be terribly hard to see Mikhail completely moved on with his woman. Would they be married? Have kids?

Ya probably not a good idea to go back. I’d probably see everything I dreamed of having with Mikhail flaunted in front of me.

We never specifically talked about it but deep down I was in love. I was scared but definitely in love. But never again. Never would I fall in love and have this pain.

I was walking towards the bus stop when I felt it again. Eyes on me. I turned and before I could even react I felt some slam something heavy into the side of my head. Everything blurred. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was impossible. My knees gave out and I felt someone throw me of their shoulder and start walking.

“Told you I’d get you back babe.”

I knew that voice. No. I won’t be his property again. My adrenaline kicked in and I started to scream and thrash, but his hold on me was strong. Then I was dropped onto something hard. The air rushed out of my chest. And then a slam and darkness. I was in a trunk. I heard the engine start and the car started moving. I searched for the trunk release and found it. Cut. I could wrap my finger around it. I kicked and screamed, praying someone in traffic would hear me.

Please someone help me.

Mikhail

It had been a few weeks and I was starting to lose hope. Every club I went to I didn’t see my sweet girl. Maybe she had a different job. I’d search the entire city if I had to.

Just when I was starting to look into restaurants I got a call from Whiz. He better fu*king have something.

“Hey man. I just got off the phone with a tech company in Denver. He does most of the surveillance at the clubs and strip joints there. It took me a while but I think I spotted her. A club called Thrills. A week ago. But I haven’t seen her in the last couple of days. Might try questioning people.”

“I’ve been there. I questioned a dancer and she didn’t have any info. Maybe she was lying.”

“Well if she doesn’t want to be found, maybe the dancer knew and didn’t want to rat her out.”

Possible. Very possible. Well now I was going to have to go back and muscle my way into some info.

“I’m sending you the footage now. I know you’ll be able to confirm it’s her. Let me know what I can do man. Hope you find her.”

And with that he hung up. I stared at my phone for what felt like hours, but was only minutes. Finally the video came through.

It was her. My woman. I zoomed in and I was absolutely sure. And she looked as beautiful as ever. Thinner, tired looking, but beautiful.

God I needed her back. No way would my life be complete without her. So I headed back to the club, and I wouldn’t be leaving without answers.

I found the same dancer and she was more than happy to give me another dance she didn’t have to work for.

“So handsome, came back for more? Maybe something extra.”

She slid her hands and I shuddered. And not in a good way. Something about this chick was off. I got a feeling she lied to me last time not to protect Janis.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase, and I hate liars. If you’re protecting her fine, but know that I can ruin you’re life. So answer carefully. Where the fu*k is Janis.”

He eyes widened and she stepped back.

Bingo.

“I-I don’t know. She hasn’t been to work in the last couple of days. I guess she took off. She’s pretty unhinged so I’m not surprised. She probably hooked up with a guy and left town. She works the streets so I’m not surprised.”

My anger bubbles on the surface. How dare she talk about my woman like this. If this was a different kind of club with less security I’d have her on the ground.

“Got it. What’s your name? You’re real one. And don’t fu*k with me. I wasn’t kidding that I’ll ruin your life.”

She must have believed me because she didn’t hesitate.

“Kelly. And I wasn’t kidding before if you want some fun. Maybe I can help you track her down.”

She bit her lip trying to be se*y and my di*k practically shriveled up and fell off. This girl had conniving written all over her. I had a feeling with the sh*t she was talking she knew something more. I’d let it rest, for now.

“No thanks. Janis is my woman and I’m bringing her home. Spread the word.”

And with that I threw 500 at her and walked out.

I’ll find you baby. No more running.

Janis

I woke up to a raging headache. I wasn’t sure what happened during the ride in the trunk but I blacked out. Probably a mix of lack of air and panic.

I was tied to a bed in a dingy bedroom. It smelt like mold and alcohol. I looked around and jumped seeing Charlie sitting in a chair in the corner. Wicked smile on his stupid face.

“Morning. Was hoping you’d wake up soon. Welcome to your new home.”

Ya right. I’d fight like he*l to get out of this.

“You’ve missed so much babe. I run a business now. No longer traveling and advertising on the streets. I have a legitimate brothel now.”

I didn’t say a word. I wasn’t about to feed into his words. I had no doubt he started a supposed brothel. I’d seen it before. Getting women strung out and complacent. Much easier than working the streets. Simply sit back and let me in. Too bad he only knew the old me. The young naïve me. I wasn’t that girl anymore

He stood, walking towards me. My skin prickled. If I wasn’t tied down I’d scratch his God da*n eyes out.

“You have no idea how much business I lost when you took off. You were a favorite. I had men asking to buy you outright. But you’re mine. Do for now you’ll be the good little house wife. Maybe if your good and I’ve made some money from you you’ll be the mistress of the house. I do have to say I’m very thankful for your friend Kelly. Without her I wouldn’t have found you. Turns out any bi*ch will do whatever for money.”

No. She wouldn’t. Would she?

“Get some more sleep baby. You’re work starts in a few hours.”