Semua Bab Scarlet Addiction- A Russian Gang Dark Romance : Bab 1 - Bab 10

ONEMarlowe Sage KunetsovI fixed my eyes on the spot I found on the floor of the box truck. Every other spot was covered with the feet of eighty other captives.The wooden floor was splintered and worn. I tried to think of all the ways that it had been used that made it this way. It proved sufficient distraction from the stinging pain that was coming from every inch of skin on my back. That was until the truck rode over a bump. My back connected with the corroded metal of the walls of the truck's cargo and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I feared it would bleed. There were a few groans around me. We were all tired. We had been driving for two hours and the driver was reckless. I had also been reckless the previous night. I had made a reckless decision to escape. It was not my fault. I wanted to escape being in this truck at all costs. I had failed miserably, and that was why I had all the injuries from the whip on my back. The welts and torn skin hurt like they were from

THREEMarlowe Sage Kunetsov For days, I was unsure where I was. I was constantly drugged up, falling in and out of sleep, and curling up because of all the pain I was feeling when I wasn't asleep. I had a very vague memory of the things that happened after I had been sold. I had not seen who I had been sold to or where I had been driven to. The only constant since that night was the latina doctor that had been taking care of me at intervals. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, inhaling deeply. It was the first time I woke up and wasn't assaulted by a horrible headache. I slowly climbed out of the bed, delirious from all the drugs the latina doctor had stuffed me with. I climbed out of the bed slowly, looking around the room for the first time. It was plainly decorated and furnished, but every article of plain furniture looked like it cost five figures. I could tell because I had once lived a life of luxury. The reminder of how my whole life fell apart after my father

Chapter FiveMikhail Romanov I stared at Marlowe, studying her expression. I didn't have to look to hard to know what she was thinking and feeling. Her disbelief of what I had just said was written all over her face. “Mikhail…” she shakily called my name, grasping the hem of the black dress. It looked good on her, but it was not the one I had sent for her. I knew she was stubborn, resilient and would always want to make her way through anything. I was not going to let that happen. The dress I had sent was supposed to tell her what her place was.She meant nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. She was just a slave I had bought from a human auction. It was not my usual gig, but I did not mind it since it was her. I didn't enjoy that I was going to have to be mean to her within a day of meeting again, but I needed to set the climate of the relationship we had here. Master and slave. That was all it was. I smiled at the thought of how badly I would break her. Ruining her and taking tha

Chapter SevenMikhail Romanov The gunshot rang through the house. The only person that reacted viscerally was Marlowe. She had gasped and flinched, almost tripping and falling to the floor. The maid's shoulders had jerked slightly, but there had been nothing more than that. She was used to this, to cleaning up blood and brain matter. I glanced at Maxim. His amused eyes were fixed on Marlowe. I looked at her again. She was staring at the traitor's dead body with wide eyes that were flooded with tears. I sighed, hoping that she would not be insufferable about this. I was in a horrible mood because of this betraying fucker. He had ratted out information on one of our secret gun warehouses. Maxim had discovered the records while doing his routine check on the stealth communication systems we used. The other side had been heavily encrypted and that meant Maxim could not find out who the other person was. Not yet at least. I wondered if this man wanted us to find him. He had been anyt

Chapter NineMarlowe Sage KunetsovI made it out of the front door and down the huge porch. It was like a dream. The fresh, cool air, the tingling in every nerve in my body, the adrenaline pumping aggressively through my blood. This could be my chance of getting free. Maybe there was a chance I’d make it out of here. Maybe Mikhail would let me go. Maybe–Just as I heard a gunshot ring out behind me, a searing heat burned past my left ear.It all happened so fast. One second I was running, the next, I was tumbling to the floor, confused and in excruciating pain.My ear was ringing, and tears stung my eyes as I hyperventilated. I raised my hand to my ear and brought it back, blinking through blurry vision. There was blood on my fingers.It all rushed back to me as I finally took a breath. I looked toward the door and found Mikhail standing at the porch.He…“Mikhail, what the fuck?” Maxim yelled, appearing beside his brother and looking at me with panic. He started toward me, but Mikha