Walking in the rain

Chapter 16

f*****g hangovers f*****g suck.

Especially when you can't remember what happened that night, or why the hell you woke up in someone else's bed wearing nothing but a bra, underwear, and an oversized black shirt that doesn't even belong to you.

I flung myself out of the dark sheets and looked around. Panicked flooded through me.

Am I still a virgin?

I don't feel any different, I'm not sore.

Maybe a guy with a really small p***s f****d me, that's why I don't feel anything.

That's probably wrong considering the only person who would be allowed to f**k me is the Devil himself, and he seems like he has a mega p***s.

I took in a breath.The room seemed familiar, yet not at all. It was a dark room, with black curtains that hid the light of what I assumed was morning time.

Some emo mother fucker must live in here.

I was about to try and leave when the door suddenly flew open.

The Devil himself stood there, in all his satanic glory. He looked freshly shaven, his iced eyes glaring at me.

His dark suit jacket covered the sides of his neck, but his dress shirt was low-cut, and his mystery tattoos were showing more.

From what all I could see, they were forming a symbol, and had writing, but his shirt covered them up.

God f*****g dammit.

"Morning, Suka. Did you have a good night?"

Arrogant good looking bastard.

His lips formed an amused smile at me, almost as if he was mocking me.

Ass face.

I nodded shortly.

"You are a horny drunk, da?" He crossed his arms in front of him and leaned into the doorway.

What. Did. I. Do. Last. Night.

"Don't worry little Suka. You didn't have the honor of feeling my c**k deep inside of you, I like my girls a little less...desperate."

Desperate my f*****g ass. This man had to buy me for s*x, that's pretty f*****g desperate.

I held back my snarky comment, the Devil was already unstable, I didn't want to give him another reason to hate me.

More than he already does.

You know what? f**k it.

"Uh...captain? Permission to speak freely?"

He looked unamused but nodded for me to continue.

"f**k you."

I don't know why I said it, but I did, woo go me.

He just made me so f*****g angry, he pissed me off more than anyone else.

This d**k bag kidnapped me, drugged me, f*****g abused me, and so much more s**t, I think he can handle a few harsh words that I say to him.

But I guess not, suddenly his gun was drawn and he was pointing it at me.

His face was stone cold, he looked like he was about to pull the trigger, he looked so damn compulsive.

"Do not ever disrespect me. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Suka?

I nodded slowly, my heart racing.

"Good" he slid his gun back into his jacket pocket "there are a few things that need to be done with you today. You need to begin your training with Afanas today, after we are finished this conversation you will report directly to him downstairs."

This should be good. Even though I hated thinking about home, I couldn't help but have my mind trailing back to Russia. I had trained with fighting and martial arts with my brothers many years ago.

Sinister continued, "After your session, you will needed to be marked."

My eyebrows flew up.

"Marked?" What the d**k is he talking about.

He sighed impatiently, "as you know you are now property of the Russian Mafia. You need to be marked, like all members are."

I took a step back, bumping into the bed my hands held out in front of me.

"Whoa slow down, I'm not in your little Girl Scout troop. I was taken but force, and I had no choice. I don't want to be marked with something that I am not apart of."

He glared at me, "shut the f**k up little Suka. It's not a Girl Scout troop, it's the f*****g Mafia, and it's very real. You're lucky that you have a purpose, if you didn't I would have already killed you. That purpose is to be by my side. If you are to be by my side, you need to be marked so people know who the f**k you are. You don't have a f*****g choice."

Ass hole.

I felt anxiety build up in my throat, but I pushed it down. With everything that was happening, I had come to the realization, that I had no damn choice in the matter. Why worry about the inevitable?

I opened my mouth to reply with something snarky when there was a knock on the door.

The Devil glanced at me once more before opening the door.

Afanas walked in, and being in a room with the two most beautiful men I had ever seen in my life...freaked me the f**k out and gave me a s**t ton of severe anxiety.

"Go, Suka. I will talk to you later, I have matters to attend." Sinister nodded to Afanas.

Afanas grabbed my arm, and led me out the room.

His nails dug into the skin on my arm and I winced.

He chuckled darkly, "if that hurts you, you're in for a hell of a time today."

My steps faltered and I felt fear creeping up my throat, what the hell was going to happen? We're just training...

He pulled me down the side stairs, and we made our way down six flights of stairs.

How big is this f*****g castle?

"Um...Afanas? How am I supposed to uh...train, without pants?"

He bit down on the side of his lips and glanced at me, his eyes trailing down my exposed legs, and I pulled the shirt father down.

"There are clothes for you." He muttered as we stopped outside a bolted door.

He typed in a code on the door lock and it clicked open.

Inside was a massive room, with mats and machines and cupboards surrounding the borders of the room.

He threw a bag at me.

"pereodet'sya." ( Get changed.)

I glanced at him and watched as he turned around.

I frowned as I noticed a black studded piercing on his left ear, his black inked tattoos snaked near the bottom of his ears. Why the s**t d**k does he have to be so...good looking, but not in the way that other people consider good looking.

He wasn't a typical "good looking" guy. He was damaged, mean, and so...different.

He wasn't preppy, or handsome....but he was beautiful in a way that I had never noticed before.

"Are you done looking at me, Suka? Or are you going to get changed."

Dammit.

I slid into the Nike sports bra and shorts.

He turned around as I slid the shorts over my hips.

What. A. Weirdo. I had the feeling that he would have turned around no matter what stage in getting dressed I was in. I scraped my ink black hair into a pony tail

He nodded at me and I watched curiously, I noticed he had already changed into a tight black dry fit.

"Little Suka. I am going to safely assume...that you are not physically in shape."

"Excuse me?"

His dark eyes looked over my body, "you are too...small to have any strong physical aspects to you. Sinister told me to help you, so I will do what I can."

I bit down on my lip to keep from saying something sassy.

He took a dangerously close step towards me, I felt him hold onto my hips and he walked us over to the mats. The rings on his fingers chilled my skin.

Since he was walking us to the mat, this probably meant that he was going to make an antagonist move.

I felt his foot hook around my ankle in an attempt to trip me and I immediately jumped back.

A slow grin broke out onto his face and I watched as he stalked towards me.

I haven't actually fought since I was with my brothers back in Russia many years ago.

He swung at me, and I dropped to the ground, avoiding the punch.

I felt my heart racing.

His satanic flare in his eyes spiked, and he made another move.

I raised my wrist, blocking a punch, his leg kicked up and smashed me in the stomach, I doubled over and he kneed my boobs, I felt him spin me around and kicked me in the f*****g ass. I groaned and flew back.

My face hit the ground and I groaned.

"Better than I thought you'd be, sadly Sinister told me not to hurt your boobs, ass, or face...my bad."

I shook my head and got up, shaking off the ache I felt.

"So what? You're here to beat me up? Mudak." (Asshole.)

"Teach me how to defend myself, since I obviously can't beat a trained f*****g mobster in hand to hand combat."

His eyes went dark, his dangerous smile gone but he nodded.

"fine, little Suka. Give me 80 sets of lines. You're in for a hell of a time.

"NOT EDITED!!