Bad Deal (Belikov Crime Family Book 1) Page 3

  But it doesn’t add up. I mean it does, drunk plus fucked equals passed out while he takes the coke and runs, but that isn’t Scar. I know him and this isn’t my best friend. He wouldn’t do this; well, he would, but not to me. Something else is going on and I need to find a way to figure this shit out before we both end up dead.

  Ruslan taps the flat side of the razor against my inner thigh, bringing me back to the here and now and my very fucked-up reality.

  “Where did you go just now, Jacoby? What did you remember?”

  He keeps the razor pressed into my thigh but brings his other hand up to gently caress my cheek. The feel of his fingers touching me so softly causes my eyes to flutter. It’s such a contrast to the man I’ve witnessed to this point.

  Just as I think Ruslan just might be human after all, he crushes my jaw in his hand.

  “I asked you a question, boy.” He punctuates every word by tightening his grip to the point that I’m surprised my jaw isn’t dislocated.

  I swallow hard and his gaze latches onto my Adam’s apple. Think, JR. I have to play his game, make him believe I can give him what he wants—without risking Scar.

  “I, um.” I clear my throat, dry from dehydration and preventing the lies I am about to spew from escaping. “I remember that Scar got a call. It was late, or early depending on how you look at it, but after he hung up he said he was going to meet with your man. That the drop had been moved up. He said he would be fine by himself, wouldn’t take more than an hour. Since I was drunk off my ass and mostly asleep, I didn’t question it. Now I wonder. Was it really your man or someone trying to undermine all of us?”

  I wait, not even bothering to breathe. Did he believe it? I used enough of the blurry truth I can almost convince myself that’s what happened. But it’s more important that Ruslan believes it, if so, I can use it to find and help Scar; it will hopefully get the Belikovs off the club’s back.

  After another long minute, Ruslan takes a step back. He doesn’t say a word as he reaches into his kit and produces a bottle of shaving cream.

  I watch him—what else can I do?—apprehension tightening my muscles. When he pulls over the metal chair Dimitri left, it scrapes across the floor, the dull screeching sound assaulting my ears.

  He sits down and he’s so close. I can feel his slacks brush across my legs and his breath wisp across my still hard cock. And then, as if it’s completely normal and something he does every day, he spreads the cream across my balls and begins to shave me.

  The coolness from the cream, the abrasion of the blade and the overwhelming power of his presence take me to another place. One where I am not hanging from a hook in the ceiling but tied to his headboard. My dick twitches with that fantasy and a soft groan escapes my lips.

  “All worked up, are we?” The sound of his voice after such a peaceful quietness seems too loud, disruptive.

  He shifts in the chair and when he wipes the excess with a towel, I realize that he has finished his task. My balls are now smooth as a baby’s bottom and sensitive as fuck. Every time he blows across them, a shiver runs up and down my spine, settling right above my crack.

  “You’ve given me quite a bit of information to decipher. I believe a reward is in order for your willingness to cooperate, don’t you?”

  I don’t have time to respond before his tongue swipes up my length, around my flared tip, and back down to lave at my newly groomed sac. Holy shit. His eagerness to taste me goes against what my mind says about him. He screams top, dominant. The fact that he’s pleasuring me and not shoving his cock down my throat again has my body keyed up beyond anything I’ve known. Hell, he’s had me this way for what feels like hours and this new sensitivity has me teetering on the edge.

  Ruslan takes one of my balls, then the other into his mouth, releasing each with a pop and once again his tongue makes its way to the head of my dick. He teases the slit with the tip of his tongue before swallowing me all the way down and then sucking hard on his way back up over and over again. I lose all sense of surroundings, and perhaps my sanity, as I blast my release down his throat.

  Chapter 8

  Ruslan

  I don’t mean to let him come. I’m so caught up in the feel of him inside my mouth that I get carried away. I need to taste him. It’s something I never do. Standing, I kick the chair across the room, angry at myself. Especially since I know he lied to me. There’s something completely wrong about his story and I need to find out the truth.

  Grabbing his hair roughly I hold the razor to his throat. “I have not even begun to torture you yet. I will delight in your screams if you insist on lying to me,” I growl. He swallows hard and the razor nicks his Adam’s apple.

  “I’m not lying,” he grits out angrily. I almost believe him, almost. He hesitated too long when coming up with his story, which meant he was protecting someone. I want to know why.

  “Who are you protecting with your lies?” I pull his hair back forcing him to look at me. His eyes shine with hatred but there’s an underlying lust that makes me grin. He refuses to speak so I take that as my time to leave. I hit the button on the table making the hook raise up again much quicker than it had before, causing Jacoby to scream. “Remember this, Jacoby.” I grab his now smooth balls and crush them in my palm. He garbles again as he attempts to take the pain without a sound, but he fails. “You are here taking punishment for a crime you didn’t commit while your friend is home comfortable. Is that fair to you? Will you continue to take his punishment, or give me the information I need?”

  I don’t really care if he answers the question or not at the moment. I walk up the stairs and out the door of the basement. Dimitri stands there looking at me with something like hate in his eyes. “No one goes in that room. Make sure of it,” I snap.

  “Yes, sir.” He emphasizes the word like he knows I’m worked up. Like he thinks I will allow him to give me release. I won’t. The next place my cock will be is in Jacoby. If I can’t get him to tell me the truth, I’ll fuck it out of him.

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  “Brother! You have gone soft,” Viktor yells as he walks into my kitchen.

  “How nice of you to join me, Viktor. You finally came up for air? Has your latest plaything bored you already?” I snap back at him. No one, and I mean no one, accuses me of going soft. The very thought of it fills me with rage.

  “I see the boy. There’s not a mark on him. Let me interrogate him. Your methods aren’t working.”

  Looking at my brother, my body fills with rage. I have to attempt to breathe deeply. “Go find a woman to take your aggression out on and leave our guest to me,” I growl.

  “Has he told you anything?”

  “Nyet. He lies. I will get it out of him. We need to get our hands on the other boy, Scar. Get Benny on the phone. I’ll send Dimitri to collect him.” Slamming my hand down on the counter I glare at my brother. He has no right to question me. It was his idea to work with the damn motorcycle club. This whole mess is because he decided to trust the mongrels with my money in the first place.

  Leaving my apartment, I grab a bucket of ice water on my way down to the basement. My methods aren’t working? I haven’t even begun.

  Chapter 9

  JR

  The high of my orgasm dissipates, my pain returning with a vengeance.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I lied to the man who holds my life in his hands, expected him to believe me and then… then I let him blow me.

  I should have known he would see through my lie, but I can’t just hand over Scar without knowing what’s really going on. Probably not even then. I can’t fathom he betrayed me, he’s my best friend and my loyalty is to him and the club, not some sadistic Russian.

  Footsteps descending the stairs pull my attention from my morose thoughts. Dimitri stalks toward me with a snarl and hatred vibrating from his body.

  “You think you’re special? You think he wants you?” He spits the words at me as if they are acid. He’s nose to nose with me, nostrils flaring like a bull’s. “You’re nothing. Just a pretty face and a hole to fill.”

  I don’t know what the fuck he’s going on about, but I’m sure it has to do with Ruslan drinking down my cum. There’s violence in his eyes and it’s all directed at me. He backs away, a malicious grin taking up half his face as he hits the button to lower me to the floor.

  I don’t have time to enjoy the tiny bit of relief that comes from the release of tension on my arms before he’s on me. His fancy pointed shoe kicks me in the ribs repeatedly. I try to curl in on myself, but the chains don’t have enough slack and it wouldn’t do any good anyway.

  He must get bored with the kicks fast because he grabs ahold of my hair and yanks me up, shoving me into the table. I brace my bound hands on the cool metal, gritting my teeth against the fresh pain rolling through me.

  Dimitri doesn’t give me time to adjust to the discomfort. He picks me up and slams me onto the table, my breath knocked from me as yet another wave of intense pain overcomes me. He removes the chains at my wrists and quickly straps me down, my limbs stretched into a giant X.

  “You’re nothing. Less than nothing. I’ll show you just how much of a nothing you are.”

  He grabs a ball gag from a peg on the wall and forcefully pushes it between my lips and clasps it tightly at the back of my head. He moves to stand at my feet, grabs my ankles and forces my legs to bend at the knees. He keeps going until my heels touch my ass, and my most intimate areas are on display.

  He fiddles with something at the end of the table and the bottom half drops away, giving him room to step up against me. I close my eyes and focus on breathing through my nose, ready to escape to a place I haven’t had to visit in a long time.
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  The sounds of his belt buckle clinking followed by the zip of his fly being undone pull me further into my mind. I’m almost there, almost free, when I hear wood splinter, a splash of liquid followed by something plastic bouncing off the stairs and a roar of outrage.

  “What the hell are you doing, you fucking idiot?” Ruslan snarls.

  My eyes snap open and I watch with a sick satisfaction as Ruslan latches on to Dimitri’s suit jacket and throws him across the room. His pants fall to his ankles, tripping him as he tries to stand.

  Ruslan isn’t finished though and makes his way over to the goon and knees his dick several times before pulling him upright and landing one swift punch to his face. Blood gushes from Dimitri’s nose as Ruslan trusses him up with the chains that used to be around my wrists, and I let a smug smile loose when he pushes the button that pulls the chains back into the ceiling.

  “You don’t touch what’s mine. Do I make myself clear?” Ruslan’s words are low and venomous.

  “Yes, sir.” Dimitri’s response is garbled and weak. I would laugh, but the gag is still my mouth.

  The humor dies quickly when Ruslan turns his gaze my way. Lust, savage and uncontrolled, stares back at me. His eyes take me in, and his fists clench at his sides. When our eyes meet, I see determination.

  I am so fucked right now.

  Chapter 10

  Ruslan

  Rage and lust war within me. Seeing Jacoby positioned that way on the table has me desperately wanting to sink into him. I rub a hand softly over one cheek before walking over to the wall. I see what I’m looking for immediately; the riding crop feels heavy in my hand. I caress it like a lover.

  “Watch me, Jacoby. This is what happens when you disobey my orders.” I tease Dimitri’s back with the end of the crop. Moving it softly, sensually across the back of his broad shoulders before flicking my wrist and cracking it across his back.

  Dimitri flinches away from the crop but doesn’t make a sound. That won’t do. I want his screams. He was given explicit instructions that no one come in this room. My eyes stray to the table and my obedient new toy watching quietly. His gaze burns into mine as I crack the crop against Dimitri’s ass. Groans fill the room.

  I walk around to Dimitri’s front tsking like a disappointed teacher. “You get pleasure from my punishment? Nyet.”

  Ripping open Dimitri’s button-down shirt, I notice his cock is hard and leaking. I crack the whip across it and he screams in pain. My own cock hardens at the sound of the tortured cries. I move in closer to Dimitri so I can whisper close to his ear.

  “Watch me. Every time your eyes stray, I whip you. I want you to watch what you’ll never have again.” His eyes close as if in pain. As if he knows what I’m about to do.

  I make my way back over to Jacoby. I have no problem using him for my own pleasure and to prove a point to the insubordinate Dimitri. Taking the gag from Jacoby’s mouth, I lean down close to his ear. “You will not come. It is the price you pay for lying to me.” I smack his ass, hard and he squirms at the touch.

  Moving back to the edge by his feet, I glide my hands over the smooth skin of his ass moving directly behind him and unbuckling my belt. I’ve been waiting what seems like forever to fuck him the way I want to. I grab a condom from my pocket and drop my pants. There’s a strangled sound coming from beside me. I smirk knowing this is completely gutting Dimitri and turning him on at the same time. I roll the condom over my length. Jacoby is watching me with lust in his eyes. Grabbing a bottle from a shelf under the table, I open it, squeezing the contents over my throbbing cock and spreading it around before coating two fingers and pushing them into Jacoby. He’s so fucking tight I can’t wait to stretch him out around my cock.

  “That’s one, Dimitri,” I say after seeing him flinch closing his eyes briefly.

  Jacoby wiggles a little. “Nyet” I smack the boy with my open palm. “Don’t move. This is not for your pleasure. It’s for mine,” I say and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t. “When I give instructions, what do you say?”

  “Yes, sir,” he groans as I remove my fingers from his ass.

  Dimitri is sobbing watching me line my cock up with Jacoby’s ass. The second I touch skin to skin, I can’t help but push in all the way to the hilt. Savagely, I thrust into him, taking my pleasure, delighting in the way Jacoby moans and screams out my name. I notice several times he attempts to free his hands before he balls them into tight fists.

  His muscles begin to contract around me. “Don’t fucking come.” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my cock. He’s wild, his head thrashing back and forth. With a roar and one final thrust, I empty myself inside him holding his hips in a vice-like grip, as if he’s going anywhere.

  Removing myself from Jacoby’s magnificent ass, I look over to a guilty-looking Dimitri disgusted at what he’s become. “You are weak. I will get someone else to do my bidding. Your services are no longer required,” I say before grabbing the crop I’d abandoned on the floor and proceeding to dole out the punishment. His abs and thighs are red and welted by the time I’m finished.

  He’ll remember to never cross me again.

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  I’m still thinking about that punishment the next day when I’m downstairs in the club waiting for Benny. He was given forty-eight hours to get me something, and I have yet to hear from him.

  I sent Ivan to pick him up since he refused to answer his phone. No one ignores Ruslan Belikov and gets away with it. No one.

  “A drink, sir?” One of the scantily-clad women walks over to take my order. It’s early morning so the club is closed but there are a few girls that have apartments inside the club so they can be here to serve us if we have a meeting.

  “Nyet, this is not a social meeting.” I wave the woman off.

  The door opens and Ivan pushes a disgruntled Benny in through the door.

  “Ah, Benny, you have been a hard man to get a hold of. I don’t like it when people ignore my calls, especially when they’ve screwed me over and lost my money.”

  “Belikov.” He nods stiffly. “I was just going to call you. I don’t know what those boys did with your drugs.”

  “You are extremely confident for someone who now owes money to the Russian Mafiya. Should I hack you up and feed you to the pigs? I will be sure to send your head to your brethren as a warning to those who think to challenge me.”

  “No, that won’t be necessary.”

  “I want you to find the boy. You have three days to find him and if you’re not in this room at that time, my men will find you and when they do, there will be no talking your way out of this. Find me Scar. Or else.”

  Benny gulps, nodding his head before fleeing the room. I hope for his sake that he comes through, because Ruslan Belikov doesn’t make threats; he makes promises.

  Chapter 11

  JR

  It has been four days since Ruslan fucked me and beat Dimitri into a bloody pulp. I didn’t get to come, but I was moved out of the basement and into a bedroom. Any furnishings that could be used as a weapon were removed, leaving me with a bed that is little more than a mattress and box spring on the floor, but at least it’s clean.

  I am chained by only one ankle and have a lot more freedom for all the good it does me. There’s also a bathroom attached to my room though my chain doesn’t reach that far. I don’t know when I’ll get to have another shower. I’m filthy. The last one I had was when Ruslan forced me to swallow his cock, which feels as if it were a week ago.

  I haven’t seen him in four days either. Ruslan Belikov I’m sure is a busy man, but after the looks he gave me and the way he brutally claimed me, I thought for sure he would be back. If not for sex, then for answers.

  I’ve been left alone, except for the young maid who looks to be no more than fifteen, though, from the comments I’ve overheard, Ruslan’s sadistic brother Viktor claims she’s of age. She brings me food, rushing in, setting the plate down and running back out.