Bratva-Mikhail

Finally free?

Janis

It seemed like my face didn’t get a chance to heal. Anytime some progress was made Charlie would make sure the injuries stuck around.

I was starting to doubt my abilities to stay strong. I was fighting with myself every day. I didn’t want the beatings anymore, but I also wasn’t about to let any man ra*e me.

Every time I felt like giving up I saw his face. Mikhail. That mischievous smile. His eyes that always followed me wherever I went. The way his hands stroked my arms at night. These thoughts somehow made the pain lessen. Made the idea of giving in evaporate. I wanted nothing more than to see him bust through the door and rescue me.

But I knew that wouldn’t happen. Still I kept him in my thoughts.

It was the night the supposed buyer would be picking me up. He had paid a high price and didn’t mind that my face had been rearranged. So here I was, sitting in a gown, lingerie under, makeup covering the scrapes and bruises terribly.

“He’ll be here any minute. I’ll have one of the guards with you. Don’t try anything stupid I have instructed him to take you out if needed. You spend the weekend with the John. No rules. He gets to do whatever he wants. He gets off on fighting so it’s your funeral.”

With that I heard a car horn honk outside. Taking a deep breath I followed the guard out to a limo. The driver opened the door and we crawled in.

The man was huge. And intimidating. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was handsome that’s for sure. But he was about to ruin me for a weekend. And when he spoke, I almost choked out a sob.

I recognized that accent. He was Russian. It was like the world hated me. Putting me back with Charlie, and now a Russian was about to treat me like a toy.

“So, you are the beauty your master has been hiding. It took a lot of money for him to agree to have you for the weekend. I’m sure your worth it, yes?”

“Yes sir. I will be obedient.”

“Good girl.”

We pulled up to a two-story ranch style house. It wasn’t huge, but it definitely was fancy. I guess this was it.

Mikhail

I found out all I needed to know about this Charlie pri*k. His entire adulthood relied on using woman to make his money. It was disgusting.

I got very little information about how he met Janis. I already knew she was young, and he was quite a bit older. So it didn’t take a genius to know that he groomed her, and then shoved her into this life.

I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. But I was more concerned about getting my hands on Janis. How many men had forced themselves on her? How hurt was she? Was she still alive?

These questions swirling in my mind were making me crazy. I needed to get my mind straight. I needed a plan. Every minute without her was agony.

I knew where she was and we had the placed covered. No one was leaving or going without me knowing. I couldn’t go in g*ns blazing and risk the chance of him ki*ling her.

So I put together a better plan. I’d offer him a large amount of money for her. I wasn’t sure how I would single her out, but I’d find out.

I got his number from a street girl after a hefty price and promise to get her out of the life. She had been put out by Charlie and clearly wanted out. I promised her if relocate her home and pay for her schooling. She broke down and happily handed over the info. And I happily bought her a flight home and gave her my information. When she was ready to move on with her life she’d call me.

I finally got a lead. I asked for his best worker. And of course it was my sweetheart. I was willing to spend whatever. I’d have Vlad bring her in and I’d scoop her up. It wouldn’t be easy. I knew they’d have someone taking her. But I’d take care of him too. Soon sweetheart. Soon you’ll be safe and back with me.

Janis

We entered the house and I immediately felt cold . It didn’t feel like a home. Nothing was luxurious about it. Basic furniture, bare walls. Not like I cared but it was a little weird.

“You stay down here. I’m taking her to my room. If she tries anything funny, I’ll ring ya. Do not disturb us I paid a good amount for her.”

The guard nodded and sat down in a recliner, taking his phone out and typing something out. Without a care in the world.

He led me upstairs to a suite and took his jacket off, cracking his neck side to side. I was trembling. Sweat slicked my back. He turned and walked towards the closet. Probably to get some kind of shady outfit.

He walked towards me with a pile of clothes. Leaving down to whisper in my ear I stopped breathing.

“Go take a bath. The oils are next to the tub. Get dressed and meet me back here. Mikhail is coming for you. The fu*ker downstairs will be de*d soon enough.”

I shuddered. Barely able to talk. Mikhail was coming? How? Why? I had no idea what was happening but hearing his name made my heart beat increase.

“Throw the clothes out the door when you undress. He could have a tracker. Or mic.”

“He does have a tracker.” I whispered back. “Under my skin, forearm.”

“Fuck.” He hissed. “Alright we’ll take care of that when you are done. It probably won’t matter he’s going to obliterate all of them.”

He gripped me shoulder and led me to the bathroom door.

The bath was surprisingly relaxing. Maybe it was because Mikhail was coming. I didn’t understand why though. Him and Samantha were probably happy with me gone. Maybe he just felt bad. But how did he find me?

Duh. He’s Bratva. But why he looked for me was buying my comprehension.

I dressed in the sweats and sweatshirt, tying the shoelaces on the runners. When I stepped out the mystery Russian was sitting on the bed with what looked like a surgical kit.

“This is going to hurt. But it’s ok. If that i***t downstairs hears you scream it might be more believable anyways. I’ll try not to leave a scar but no promises.”

I nodded.

He took out the scalpel and I pointed to the area. Charlie had trackers on all of us. I guess he had smartened up since I took off.

“What’s your name?”

“Vlad.” And with that he pushed down on the spot I pointed to. I felt the blade scrape across the tracker and yelled out. Bl*od trickled down my arm, warm and wet. He took out a pair of scissors and widened the cut, using a pair of tweezers to dig around. I couldn’t help but scream with each new angle. After what felt like hours, he finally pulled out the small tracker. Dropping it on the bed and starting to wrap my arm in gauze and an ace wrap.

And somehow just without the little tracker I felt freer. I could help but throw my arms around Vlad. He froze but patted my back.

“If Mikhail saw us like this right now, he’d have my bal*s.”

I doubted that. And then it happened. A loud blast downstairs followed by furniture crashing around. I jumped to my feet and ran to the door. Vlad grabbed me around my waist and held me. The sounds suddenly stopped and my heart thumped again my ribs.

Was I finally free?