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Closing my eyes, I sigh. “Can I go upstairs? I just want to go upstairs,” I ask, hating the weakness in my voice.
“No,” Vik says decisively.
“Please?” I implore him, begging with my eyes.
“No. Go to Lev, he’ll put your bikini back on, then we’ll enjoy the sun until breakfast is ready.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then you can kneel under the table and suck on my cock while we eat,” Vik says, his tone a clear attempt at humor to lighten the mood.
“If anyone tries to put anything in my mouth, I’ll bite it off,” I warn. “My body is my choice and I’m saying no, right now, I’m saying no.”
“That doesn’t sound as convincing as you think when you have Lev’s cum drying on your thighs and your sloppy cunt is full of him,” Dimi says, his eyes warning me to shut up, or face the consequences.
“Come here, Honey, let’s get you dressed.” Lev smiles, but it’s impossible for me not to see the hardness behind his eyes.
“I’m not a child, I don’t need someone to dress me,” I cry, my voice getting more and more shrill.
Lifting me up, Vik carries me to Lev and lowers me to my feet right in front of him. His hold on my hips tightens, keeping me in place, while Lev holds out the bottoms at my feet. At some point he must have retied the strings, because when I reluctantly step in, he slides them up my thighs and over my hips, until I’m covered again.
Standing up, Lev leans in close enough that I can feel his breath on my cheek as he ties the top into place, moving the fabric until he’s sure everything is covered. Pressing a kiss to my temple, he steps back and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from swaying into him.
Even as angry as I am, my body is still craving them and this closeness I’ve felt with them in the last couple of days. A wave of exhaustion washes over me and I sigh, feeling my shoulders slump.
Stepping out from between the two men, I walk to an empty lounger, then sit down on it, twisting until my legs are laid on the cushioned bed. Turning to my side, I put my back to the men who are infecting my mind, bewildering my body and making me question my morals and values.
“Baby,” Vik sighs.
“You want me out here, and I’m out here,” I say tiredly.
Unwittingly, I’ve turned in the direction of the ocean and my gaze has landed on the wet footpath, where less than thirty minutes ago there was a body. Now, it’s clean, the crime washed away with the blood.
These men. These dangerous, enticing men could kill me just as easily, although I know they won’t. Closing my eyes, I swallow down the realization that this is my life now. Captivity, casual murder, and constant control. I’m alive, but I’m not sure if this is a life I can learn to live with.
CHAPTER 28
dimitri
Alabama’s breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Having her turn away from us, after begging us to let her go upstairs to get away from us, is driving me crazy. This morning was utter perfection until that stupid motherfucker decided to put his eyes on what’s ours.
I haven’t told Malishka that the guard was Dane yet. The same one she was flirting with over the balcony. I’m not sure if it being him would make it better or worse for her. But as far as I’m concerned, good fucking riddance. He was someone Greyson brought onboard. Ex-military, on the run from the military police and looking for a fresh start. We gave him that. We gave him a job, a hefty salary and a home in literal paradise, and how did he repay us? By flirting and then jerking off to our woman.
No. That fucker had to die.
She’s angry and confused right now, but it was time for her to see who we really are, before she created an image of us being nice guys in her head. We’re not. We’re criminals—business men and self-made billionaires too—but at heart, we’re criminals. If our families hadn’t been exiled from Russia, we’d be entrenched in the Bratva, eating, sleeping, and breathing for the family.
This island may be our oasis, but we’ll still deal with anyone who crosses us, regardless of if they started as friend or foe. Grabbing my cell from beside me, I open up my email app and start to work through everything that’s come in since last night. Most of it is inconsequential, except for an email from Alabama’s father’s lawyers.
My eyes go wide as I read through the sternly worded email. Orlov is a slick fucking bastard. Apparently, he has a marriage certificate that predates the one I had created to authenticate mine and Alabama’s marriage.
Both of them are fake, but his is really fake, because he’s never even seen my Malishka in person, let alone married her. Attached to the email is a copy of their wedding certificate dated six years ago.
Although there are things in place to prevent child marriages, in certain areas of Russia the legal age for marriage is fourteen, which is how old she would have been then. Even knowing that this is all bullshit, my stomach lurches at the idea of my Malishka being forced to marry a man in his sixties when she was little more than a child.
The lawyers are saying that Alabama was kidnapped from her marital home in Russia two years ago, and that they have been searching for her ever since. As she was already married on the date when our fake wedding certificate was issued, they’ve voided her claim on her father’s estate and are demanding her immediate return.
“What’s the matter?” Lev asks, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb her sleep.
