EpilogueFive years laterSofia PopovPOVAlex turns me around roughly he glares at my jumpsuit. “What fuck is this? Why won’t the dress go over your hips.” he growls.I bite my lips to stop myself from laughing. “It’s called a jumpsuit. It doesn’t go up your hips, it’s not a dress.” I tell him.“What the fuck is a jumpsuit? Why would Sasha let you something so ridiculous?” he asks.Before I could say anything, I felt him rip the jumpsuit right off me.I stare at the fabric laying at my feet in shock.My eyes move up to my husband.He smiles innocently. He shrugs his shoulders. “I couldn’t get it off you and we don’t have much time before Sasha’s and the kids come looking for you.” He wasn’t joking.Today was Sasha’s wedding day and we were supposed to be downstairs at the reception, but Alexsei wanted some time alone away from everyone.Me being pregnant with our fourth child we barely have any time to ourselves anymore. Ellie’s nearly ten now and the twins Shasha and Dasha are three
Chapter 1 – The AuctionThe auction was underway, the room filled with excitement and anticipation. Everyone was excited for the auction held by the Field’s family. They’re the only family to rival the Graves family in the underworld. Slade and Lucifer Graves were known to be animals. The Graves family always made sure outsiders never saw their faces, yet they were feared by everyone. Emiel Field’s blew up Slade’s Manhattan home while Slade was out of town, everyone knows about it because Emiel has been bragging out it to anyone who would listen. Slade has kept quiet about the fire and has yet to retaliate.Rowan Priest sits in the private room randomly scrolling through his phone. The auction of bidding on women were underway but he could not care less. He wasn’t interested in any of that shit.His father’s birthday was coming up and this place was the only that had the painting his father wanted. And of course, he was here for pay back as well. Blowing up his house when he had a fri
Chapter 2 – Fight ClubRowan PriestPOVSitting in another box watching the action down below. The audience is a lot louder here than the last place.My phone rings bringing me out of my thoughts, checking my phone I see a call from Andre.I sigh answering.“Slade I just got onto the plane with Miss Gracie. Do you want me to return to you or fly out to New York with her?” he asks.I think it through. “Return with her. I’ll call Gunner if there’s any trouble.” I tell him.I watch a fight between a scrawny looking guy and a man that looks like he pops steroids every few seconds. We all know who will win so I don’t find the fight that interesting.“I got a call from Missy; Field’s is out on bail. Everything is going according to plan.” He tells me.“Good.” I say before hanging up.I wrap a thick grey scarf around my neck, it covers half my face and I put in my blue contact lenses. I make my way out of the room and down to the main floor. Taking a front row seat, I watch the fight.I have
Chapter 3 – strange room.Grace WilsonPOVFor the past three years all I’ve known is waking up to the smell of death, Mold and filth. Waking up to a smell of fresh sheets, had me sitting up in a fright. I don’t know when the last time I’ve smelt fresh sheets was.I look around the room, it’s a big fancy room, everything had soft tones and looked extremely expensive.How did I get here? Memories of the day before began to come back to me. I was sent to the auction house to be sold to some old man and used as pleased.Being bought by a man with a deep voice and a mask on his face. Then the fake painting.The sound of approaching footsteps had me freeze up in fear a woman walking into the room. She ignores me and picks up a pile of clothes from the sofa against the wall I hadn’t noticed until now. She walks back out of the double doors she entered from.When she returns minutes later, she looks my way. “Do you want me to run you a bath first or do you want to eat breakfast first?” She a
Chapter 4 – “Who-who are you?” I stumble backward until my back hits the wall.The man frowns, he walks over to the love seat by the window, he casually takes a seat. He scans me up and down before slowly introducing himself. “My name is Andre Rossi. I’m the one who brought you here. My boss asked me to watch over you until he returns. I don’t know why you were at the auction house or if you were there to target my boss, one thing I know for sure, you so much as touch my boss and you’ll be six feet underground... You might look like her, but you’ll never be her.” He warns. “I warn you, don’t get too comfortable around here. It won’t take long before he throws you out like the other girls.” He sneers.My gulp down the lump in my throat. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I stutter out.“I’m warning you; I don’t know what he plans to do with you. But don’t get too comfortable in this room. Who knows what happens when he returns… You could be dead even before he returns. I’ll s
Chapter 5 Rowan PriestPOVStanding outside of the fucker’s cottage. Out on bail my fucking ass. It’s dead cold and I’m close to freezing my fucking balls off. I want nothing more than to shoot him in the damn head and be on with it. But fucking patience. Like my father would always tell me.Patience Ro, patience. It makes your prey suffer more. Make sure to leave them a open door, let them think they have a way out that’s when you pounce. That’s when you kill them seeing the despair in their eyes makes pay back all the more worthwhile. I must say my father’s words thing in my ears as I freeze my balls off in this damn cold. Dead of fucking winter in the middle of nowhere. Emiel thought he could get away asking Gunner for help, Gunner’s on my pay roll he contacted me as soon as he got the damn phone call. Little Emiel thought he’d be home free once Gunner helped him flee.“So when can we go in? I’m fucking freezing. The fucker is warming his willy by the fireplace while mine’s second
Chapter 6 Third Person POV Emiel Fields arrives at the cottage he has been staying at for the past week, waiting for the past week, he just dropped his lover at her friend’s house for the evening. They’ll be leaving in the morning. She wanted to say bye to her friends. Who knew Slade Graves would play dirty and have him arrested. He switches on the light in the living room, when he looks up, he sees Slade sitting on the sofa, in his silver mask. His blue eyes staring into his soul. Emiel’s back stiffens, chills down his spine. This was what he feared most. He knew he was going to die tonight. he clenches his fists. He slowly walks over to the opposite side sofa and sits. “You really thought you could hide from me?” Slade’s deep voice sends shivers down his spine. Slade looks behind Emiel and nods his head. Emiel hears footsteps approaching. Gunner walks out from the shadows with a dark smirk on his face he takes a seat beside Slade. “Slade…” Emiel stammers. He knew he was g
Chapter 7 – The ContractGrace WilsonPOVI’ve slept every night comfortably in bed, yet I still have nightmares of my time with John, I would wake up screaming, sweaty and sitting upright, feeling as if I’ve never even slept a wink. There are some things you just want to forget.Walking out of the bathroom, my hair bundled in a towel, my hair is finally back to its normal healthy curls. My hair was matted it took Mia and me washing it all week, she had to brush my hair with a special brush she got off Amazon.I sigh in relief holding the towel in my hands.“Gracelynn Anabella Wilson.” A deep familiar voice speaks.I jump up in surprise, the towel falls from my hold and my eyes dart across the room. A familiar figure sits at the table at the far end of the room. He doesn’t bother looking at me, he continues to look at the file he holds in his hands.“Age twenty-one. Birthday 11th February 1997. Eldest child to Melissa and Cole Wilson. Younger brother James Gray Wilson, a high school a