Ruthless Devotion E-Book

Mia Kingsley

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Bratva Daddies
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 93

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Imagine my surprise when my father suddenly reveals that I am to be married to off to… I don't even know who I'm supposed to marry, but given that fact that two of his henchmen take me and the dress they have readily available, it doesn't seem that I have much of a choice. Hiding me in a cheap motel seems a bit unnecessary until a man dressed in all black breaks into my room, shoots my kidnappers, and demands that I come with him.   This short romance is over-the-top, a bit dark-ish, and will be served with a sugary sweet happy end.

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RUTHLESS DEVOTION

BRATVA DADDIES 2

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Ruthless Devotion (Bratva Daddies 2)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

About the Author

RUTHLESS DEVOTION (BRATVA DADDIES 2)

Imagine my surprise when my father suddenly reveals that I am to be married to off to…

I don’t even know who I’m supposed to marry, but given that fact that two of his henchmen take me and the dress they have readily available, it doesn’t seem that I have much of a choice.

Hiding me in a cheap motel seems a bit unnecessary until a man dressed in all black breaks into my room, shoots my kidnappers, and demands that I come with him.

This short romance is over-the-top, a bit dark-ish, and will be served with a sugary sweet happy end.

CHAPTER1

WILLA

With each passing second, my heart beat faster. The lecture was almost over, and I had done nothing but flirt with the cute guy at the end of my row for the last forty-five minutes.

Okay, I had flirted, because he had been too busy undressing me with his eyes. His gaze made me all hot and bothered.

And this time, I even had a plan. I would hang around the bulletin board after class and pretend to study the notices so that he would finally have a chance to approach me. Usually, I immediately took flight, because I was much too shy to talk to him. Or any other boy for that matter. The mere idea of talking to a cute guy made my palms sweaty.

He winked at me as our lecturer announced the end of the session, and I had to pull myself together so that my legs would continue to carry me. Slowly, I stood up and tried to avoid making any rash movements so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by dropping my bag and scattering the content all over the floor.

I even managed to force a little smile, already feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, before turning and heading for the door.

Okay, so far so good.

As I stood in front of the bulletin board, I cast quick glances in all directions before raising my hand in front of my mouth and breathing into it. No bad breath—I was basically good to go now.

Clutching the two course textbooks to my chest, I waited for the cutie when I saw someone approach me out of the corner of my eye. My stomach tightened because I immediately identified the two men as my uncle’s henchmen.

Oh, no! What were they doing here?

I turned away, lowering my head, hoping they had not yet identified me, when I stumbled into the third of the bunch. He grabbed my shoulders and bared his teeth at me in a way that made a shark seem sympathetic and warm. “Willa, your father wants to see you.”

“Um, I can just call him,” I suggested helplessly.

“It’s better if you come with us.” The grip on my shoulders tightened, and I felt an urgent need to burst into tears. After all, I had nothing to do with Uncle Stewart’s so-called business.

The guy, whose name I didn’t even know, put so much pressure on my shoulder that I had no choice but to turn around as he pushed me toward the exit.

I saw the cute guy looking for me as I was being forced out of the door.

At this point, I was not particularly surprised to see a car, the engine running, parked right in front of the door, even though parking was strictly prohibited here.

I had to sit in the back seat between two of the men, and the leader slid into the passenger seat. My stomach clenched, and I fought the urge to vomit from fear.

I knew—or rather, I had found out by chance—that my uncle smuggled weapons and sold them illegally, but I didn’t have the slightest idea what that had to do with me, since it was obvious that he wanted to see me and not my father. Dad was—as much as it pained me to admit—a wimp without a spine who did whatever his older brother wanted.

It was definitely not a good sign that my uncle had had his men pick me up. Nervously, I nibbled on my right thumbnail and hoped that I would wake up from this nightmare any second now.

None of them spoke a word, but the guy next to me eyed me from time to time in a way that didn’t help make me feel safe.

I usually avoided visiting my uncle and was startled when the wide gate at the driveway slid aside, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the house. It was in desperate need of a coat of paint and looked almost neglected. Stewart’s money probably went to pay for the many henchmen and armed guys who patrolled the place. The driveway was lined with four heavily armed men looking around as if they were on a black ops mission in a war zone. I didn’t know what that said about my uncle’s business, but it couldn’t be good.

Since the car stopped right in front of the door, I had no choice but to get out and let the three guys escort me into the house. It made me more than nervous that he had sent three men and a driver to pick me up. I wasn’t made of gold, nor did I have any special knowledge. I was acutely aware of how useless I was to my uncle, which worried me a lot.

Despite the fact that it was morning and the sun was shining outside, the curtains in my uncle’s study were drawn. It reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Uncle Stewart stood behind his desk with both hands resting on the smooth surface. He raised his head to look at me as I entered the room.

My father crouched in his chair like a heap of misery and avoided looking in my direction at all.

As my pulse skyrocketed, the uneasy feeling grew in my belly.

Stewart’s eyes were very red and bloodshot, which made me suspect that he had pulled an all-nighter. “There you are, Willa.”

I kept silent. For one thing, I had nothing to say, and for another, it wasn’t as if I had accepted a nice invitation and came here on my own free will.

He didn’t seem to expect an answer either but gave me a mirthless smile. “You are in a unique position to help out your family, darling.”

I stiffened at his words. Up until now, my uncle had never called me that, and it was not a development I welcomed.

He pulled his laptop closer and typed away on the keyboard until he turned it to face me.

Irritated, I stared at the picture of an old man. A very old man who had certainly long since passed the ripe age of eighty.

“This is Havin Warner. He’s willing to help us out financially, and to be honest, we need his help badly. Those damn Russians…” My uncle broke off and narrowed his eyes at me. “Luckily for us, Havin has a thing for red-haired young women. We told him you were sixteen.”

“I’m twenty-one.”

Stewart screwed up his face. “We know that. But that’s not the point. Havin wants a fresh, young bride, and he’s going to get her. You owe that much to your family.”

Somewhere in the area of my brain responsible for my instinct for self-preservation, a fuse blew. “Bride? I’m certainly not going to marry a complete stranger, especially not one older than my grandfather. And I don’t owe you anything either.”

What was I supposed to owe them? Ever since I had been old enough to understand what Stewart did for a living, I had avoided him, and my dad had more or less left me to my own devices after Mom died eleven years ago.

“You don’t owe us anything?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. “Who do you think is paying for college, you spoiled bitch?”

“The full scholarship I worked fucking hard for,” I shot back as my anger finally took over. “Whatever you’ve gotten yourselves into, I don’t have anything to do with it, and I’m certainly not going to solve your problems for you by pretending to be only sixteen.”

I was about to turn around to leave the house when Stewart snapped his fingers, and strong hands settled on my shoulders.

Without so much as looking at me, he said to his henchmen, “You know what to do. Don’t forget the dress.”

CHAPTER2

DEMYAN

On the way back to my car, I passed a homeless woman. I tucked the bags of burgers under my arm and pulled a bill from my pocket, which I held out to her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, lowering her eyes shyly. “Mister Artemiev?”

“That’s me,” I replied curtly. Word had obviously gotten out that I had too soft a heart for those who had to live on the streets, having been homeless myself for some time as a teenager. That, the accent, and the tattooed hands certainly gave me away.

“Thank you, Mr. Artemiev.”

I acknowledged her words with a nod and walked to my car without taking my eyes off the huge mansion. Although I had parked way down the street, I could clearly see the movements of the men patrolling the property. Stewart Pyne had obviously become nervous and was investing whatever remained of his money in security guards who—in the end—wouldn’t be able to protect him anyway. Not if my cousin Arman gave me the order to kill Pyne.

Arman and his brother Maxim hadn’t known how down on my luck I’d been after they had left Russia, and they still felt bad—no matter how many times I assured them that everything was fine and that they weren’t in my debt. The way I saw it, they had given me a fresh start, and I was the one in their debt.

A debt I paid by doing what I did best: silently stalking and killing my victims.

After sitting down in the driver’s seat, I opened the bag of burgers while reaching for the binoculars with my other hand.

It was a coincidence that, less than a week ago, I managed to identify Kyle Perkins. He worked for Stewart Pyne, and since I knew that, I had become Kyle’s shadow.

Luck seemed to be on my side now, and I stopped chewing when I saw the door to Pyne’s house open. Kyle walked out with one of the other men who worked for Pyne. Kyle was wearing a garment bag over his arm, and the other man was busy restraining a pretty redhead, who clearly didn’t want to go with them.

If I was correct, she had to be Willa Pyne, the daughter of Stewart’s younger brother Mark.

I liked redheaded women, and Willa had a doll face to match her desirable body.