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  Defiled

  A.M. Rivera

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real people or real places are used fictitiously.

  Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright 2014 by A.M. Rivera

  All rights reserved.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  “Once you are defiled, you can't get back your purity by any means, instead, you will only look for ways to be defiled over and over again.”

  ―Michael Bassey Johnson

  Nikolai

  I am a fixer. That sounds a lot nicer than what I actually do. So I “fix” problems. I explain things in a way to people to make them understand and follow thru in their best interests. I am a debt collector, an enforcer, and I often make people go away. Forever. This is what I have done my entire adult life and I am very, very good at it.I have amassed a fortune on my own because as a fixer, I am happy to get my hands dirty when others won’t and they pay me very well to do so. The scary part is that I enjoy my work. My family is not related to me by blood but by loyalty. Doing the things I do has brought me from being an angry hungry kid on the streets of Russia to the respected and feared man I am today. I dine with millionaires, celebrities, and politicians and am welcomed in society everywhere. I feel no pride in this standing, nor do I feel shame in the things I have done to get here. I feel nothing. I have a lot meaningless sex with faceless women. I feel nothing. Not feeling may be a big part of my success as a fixer.

  Lauren

  I am a pleaser. My father is a very powerful judge with a high social standing that means everything to him. My mother died when I was a small girl. So I studied piano, ballet, languages, and everything else my father has insisted on to please him and assure I am a perfect young lady in society. With the highest GPA at university, I am succeeding in my job to please. I am not sure who I am or who I would be if I didn’t spend every minute of my life being a pleaser. I read a lot and escape in my books to places and relationships I know I will never experience firsthand. I think I want to major in education and work with children, or maybe art history, but I am in political science classes and training to be a socialite wife. Finals are over and school ends for the year soon. I have a job at an art gallery thanks to one of Daddy’s connections. I am quiet, I wear cardigans and floral dresses, and I am very agreeable. I am short, blonde, fair, and nothing special to look at. I have never felt I could be anything other than what I have been programmed to be.

  One

  Bratva or Russkaya Mafiya or The Russian Mafia they call my family. It’s all I know. All I have ever known. We are sitting around a meeting table and discussing current business and problems. It looks like any boardroom across the world and this is my normal.

  “We have tried every type of bribe and leverage on this guy and he won’t budge. Judge Whitman is a ball breaker. You need to give this one to Nikolai, Boss.”

  Hearing my name I look up from my phone screen and towards the man at the head of the table. Family Boss and the only father figure I have ever known, Anatoly Petrov. His biological son, Anton, is held in jail without bail, pending an indictment soon to be in the hands of this judge

  “The good judge is a man of principles and honor. Unfortunately for us. He will not see reason. He has never taken a bribe or been persuaded to follow a path other than his own. I want my son free. I want this Judge Whitman dancing to our tune! You, Nikolai do whatever it takes as soon as possible to get him on board. You have my blessings to do anything you deem necessary to make this right!” Petrov says.

  I give a slight nod in agreement without comment. Everyone in this room knows I always succeed.

  Two

  I look in the mirror one last time before grabbing my purse and head down the stairs and out the door! I attend USC so I can continue living under my father’s roof. I had so hoped to go across country to university and have freedom but I was denied that chance. Meeting up with my best friend Amanda is an exciting taste of the world out from under my father’s rules and control. Amanda was also raised in LA with wealth and privilege but she is a lot wilder than anyone else I know. Instead of private schools like me, she went through high school with the spoiled rich kids of Hollywood and is so beautiful and confident. She has experienced everything already and makes everything so fun. I am always happy to tag along when she invites me to hit a club or a party. Amanda teases me and calls me Grandma sometimes because I am still cautious and wary of alot of situations but she looks out for me and tries to make everything so fun. Tonight we are going to one of her favorite bars. Amanda has a serious crush on the bartender and predicts tonight she is going to “close the deal.”

  We meet up at her condo and she rolls her eyes when she opens the door to let me in.

  “Why are you afraid to show some skin?”she asks. I am wearing a cap sleeve tee with shorts and flip flops, typical student wear I see nothing wrong. Amanda has double cami tops with shorts so we are not dressed that differently. I think she just likes to give me a hard time. It is only going for drinks, no need to dress up, Campus casual is perfect for a warm spring night.

  I drive, as I am usually kind of our designated driver. I drink. I just don’t get drunk. Amanda always gets totally drunk. Naked wasted we call it. The bar is cool and dark when we enter. There is a band playing tonight so there is a group in front of the stage and a group of dancing couples in another area. I have been here quite a few times but never when it was so crowded. I notice there are all ages and types of people, not just students tonight. Amanda tells me to find a table while she gets drinks. I watch her cozy up to her bartender and I have to agree he is cute. Looking around I see a hightop in the back corner and not much else to choose from so I head that way to claim it. I have the weirdest sensation in the back of my neck like someone is watching me or standing too close. No one is there it is just a feeling I have. As soon as I sit I spot a couple of friends from school waving at me. I wave back and motion for them to come sit with us and they nod. Amanda arrives with drinks and repeats the wave over and trains her eyes back towards the bartender. It is too noisy to talk without yelling so we listen to the band and people watch for a few minutes. A jock I recognize from school approaches and calls me by name asking me to dance. I agree and head onto the dance floor with him. I have no idea what his name is even though he knows mine. We dance and laugh at some of the hilarious dance moves going on around us. I still sense someone watching me from somewhere in the bar and it is such a strange sensation. One I have never before experienced.

  I see our table has now grown to 5 or 6 people and decide to head back when the song ends but jock boy has caught my arm to hold me by his side. I smile nervously and tell him I need to get back to my drink and he starts walking to the table not letting me go.

  I feel uncomfortable immediately and look to Amanda for help. She stands and grabs me by the other side and pulls me to my seat and my drink. Jock boy was caught off guard by this and looks unhappy. It was just a dance what a nut job. Amanda grabs his arm dragging him on the dance floor saying, “Come on Mat
t my turn”. They begin dancing and I feel like a wuss because Amanda handled him so easily and I panicked and got scared.

  Everyone at our table is laughing and chatting and unaware of my little drama. I finally reach out for my drink when a hand reaches my wrist and halts me. I look at the beautiful long fingered tan hand for a second before looking up to see the body and face that is attached to it.

  Wow! A man. Not a student.

  He is all business dress and handsome. Older, maybe 35 or 40 but beautiful. Well over six feet tall and very broad. Dark hair straight back from his forehead and a blue black stubble on his face and silver gray eyes with thick black lashes that make him look almost like he is wearing dark eyeliner. Tall Dark and Handsome like the expression says. I am speechless. He bends close to my ear and says “Never leave your drink where someone could put something in it. That is an important rule sweetheart.”

  “Iurr umm.” Great! I can’t speak!

  The bar is so noisy now, we have to lean into each other and sort of yell.

  “Let me get you another fresh one.” With that he heads for the bar. Wow. He is beautiful, big, smells like heaven, and has a beautiful voice with an accent that makes my toes curl! Wow. Just Wow. I think I finally just closed my mouth for the first time. Great.

  I watch him maneuver in front of the crowd at the bar and I seek out Amanda. She needs to see this! I am shocked to see her kind of dirty dancing with jock boy Matt. He is behind her grinding into her. Gross. When I return my gaze to the bar I see Mr. Handsome is a foot away from our table already and extending my drink to me.

  “Umm Thanks”

  He smiles for the first time and tells me to drink up and not to set it down until it is empty. I smile at that. “My name is Lauren and thank you”.

  He replies “Nice to meet you Lauren I see I have my work cut out for me tonight keeping you out of trouble” We laugh at that and I realize he didn’t give me his name in our little introductions. I have chills from where he almost touched me with his mouth while speaking so close to my ear.

  “You don’t seem like you belong with this crowd. What are you doing here?” I ask.

  He goes a little dark for a split second then kind of squints his eyes at me like he is studying me for some reason. “Drink up! Are you saying I don’t look like a student or something more insulting?”

  Jeez he’s mad at me? I gulped down my drink fast and decided to try again. “No no it isn’t about your age. It’s…you. The way you dress, the way you look. I just…” my voice kind of trails off with nothing left to say.

  “Lauren I didn’t say anything about my age. You just did. So are you saying I don’t belong here because of my age? Look around you”

  I feel myself blushing. I am a failure with talking to guys but this is an epic screw up!

  “Please I didn’t mean anything. I’m just nervous. You are totally hot and I feel kind of blurry I think that drink was way too strong. I’m sorry.”

  His eyes widen a little bit and I sense he is getting control of himself somehow as he puts a softer look on his face and steps closer to me saying “Let’s step outside and get some fresh air and clear your head a little.”

  When he takes my arm it is not threatening or repulsive at all like when Jock boy took a hold of me. I grab my purse and motion bye to my friends at the table all of whom have been ignoring me this entire time, I seek out Amanda to wave so she won’t be worried but don’t see her anywhere.

  We make our way thru the exit and onto the street. I am feeling a little worse like everything is in slow motion. Handsome is leading me around the side street to the parking area. “Wait. I feel….. wait.”

  “What is it Lauren? What do you want? Let’s get you walking and taking some deep breaths.” His voice is rough now and he seems out of patience with me for some reason. I feel foolish and like a little kid to him. I am trying to speak but really I can’t say what I am trying to say.”You didn’t tell me your name.” He grabs me a little tighter. A little too tight and now I think he will leave a bruise on my arm. We are fast approaching a big dark SUV that is running so someone is in there. Now I need to panic but I feel like I am melting away, I can’t scream or even talk really and handsome is more or less dragging me now. Moving seems impossible. SUV door is opened and he is moving me to get into the back seat with him. “You’re going to hurt me aren’t you?” As I am falling into total blackness I hear him say “Yes Princess Lauren I am”. Darkness takes over and I am gone to the world.

  Three

  Slowly I am waking up and trying to focus. The room around me is bright like it is the middle of the day, but nothing is familiar. Blinking rapidly until I can truly focus on my surroundings I am starting to remember the bar and the man I called handsome. Oh God what have I done? Fear and shame washes over me in equal measure. I have my eyes open now and am able to focus clearly. Memories and images are rushing back now. I did not get drunk and shame myself. I was walking and trying to get some air to clear my brain and there was an SUV waiting. I know I am laying here alone thank God. But not in a bed, on a sofa I think. There is a throw over me and my body won’t cooperate with my plan to get up. My hands are bound and no help at all. I keep trying to sit up weakly. I’ve been spotted now by a couple of guys sitting at a small table playing cards and speaking a foreign language, Russian, I think. They stop their game but make no effort to come closer to me when one of the men leaves the room in a hurry. The room is silent except for a TV playing in another room someplace nearby. Awkward more than scary for the moment .I jump when the door opens with a bang and in walks Mr. Handsome from last night. Still formally dressed, still beautiful, but suddenly terrifying. I immediately am aware of the ramifications of my foolishness last night and that I am in danger.

  My body is flooded with adrenaline as fear takes over. I am weeping as I speak.” Please, don’t hurt me please. I beg you. My Father is an important man and we have money please…”

  Mr. Handsome raises his hand to silence me. I snap my mouth shut. We stare at each other for what seems like minutes. My chest heaving up and down as I become short of breath. He is watching the rise and fall of my breast. Still silence.

  Finally I say the first thing that pops into my head. “This is why you never told me your name.”

  He smirks at this shaking his head he replies “You don’t realize you have a lot more pressing problems than what my name is?”

  I lower my head because I feel stupid and ashamed to have ended up in this position. I relive all the blatant mistakes I made last night. I have always been so careful. What was my problem last night? I decide to try again. “Please let me go home now. No harm done. My Father will…” and he cuts me off again.

  He takes a chair and sits right in front of me and I adjust myself more upright on the sofa I have been sleeping on. He leans into me even closer and his voice is very calm and in control. “Your Father is why you are here. You are going to keep me company for a while until your Father, the good judge throws a case out of court and decides not to indict my associate and set him free. Then you will return home unharmed and untouched.”

  Again, I am speechless. So not a human trafficker. Not an axe murderer, just a kidnapper. “How long?” I ask

  “As long as it takes Princess.”

  “Please let me call my father he will be so worried, I am all he has.”

  Shaking his head he says “No. He knows you are mine now and he knows what he has to do if he ever wants to see you again.”

  His words leave no room for arguing or begging.

  I feel I have been dismissed, yet I have a tingle from him saying I was his now. I know I am sick. “I hate you.” was the best I could come up with.

  He shrugs his shoulders as if to say he didn’t care. He walks out of the room and there are three guys left staring at me like I am their next meal.

  He said unharmed and untouched so surely I will be ok here.

  I spot my purse on the coffee table in front of
me and watch as the three men take their places around the card table and resume their game.

  I reach for my purse and dive into it as best I can with my hands tied, hoping to retrieve my phone. Of course it is gone. I fiddle around in the small purse looking for I don’t know what and find nothing to help me. I need a bathroom and to splash some water on my face.

  I ask the card players hoping they speak English and understand me.

  With a dramatic sigh one of them gets up and goes thru the door again. I am trying to figure out if I am in a house or what. Too much personal stuff to be a hotel room, but if it is a condo or apartment there must be neighbors that would surely help if they heard screams. I need a chance to run. To scream. To do something and not just accept this.

  Trying to come up with a plan, I see handsome return. So apparently he is the only one to deal with me. “Come on Princess, let’s take you to the bathroom.” He lifts me up by my arm and marches me out the door and down a hallway. Definitely an apartment or condo and not a house. He shoves me into a decent sized bathroom and turns the light on. He comes in with me and closes the door behind us

  “Do what you need to do sweetheart. If you want to shower while we are here, now is a good time.”

  I am not sure what to say to that. “Look can I have privacy? There is no window in here so I can’t run away. You don’t need to be in here with me. Please.”

  He smiles darkly at that and for the first time I see his beautiful white teeth and the slashes in his cheeks from smiling and he is even more beautiful. What is wrong with me? He drugged and kidnapped me! I am sick!

  “I like when you beg and say please. It gets me hard. You have 10 minutes and I am right outside the door!”

  I feel my face warming with that comment and can’t stop my eyes from going to his crotch. He turns to leave and I halt him asking to be untied.