Fighting Dirty: A Stepbrother Romance (When The Gloves Come Off Book 2) (3 page)

Liam

I jump into the waiting car. I wanted to drive, but the Russian wouldn’t let me. He was under strict instructions to drive me to the airport. We were supposed to fly to Vegas for a ‘boy’s trip.’ That’s not going to happen and the Russian knows it. As soon as we leave my father behind, I turn to him.

“I’ll double whatever he’s paying you.”

The Russian scoffs dismissively. “Triple. When your father discovers that I have burned him, he will not be happy.”

“Why would he find out? As far as he knows, we’re on our way to Vegas. Keep his money. Go to Vegas. I don’t care. But before you do, I want you to take me to Tony’s.”

The Russian accelerates then takes the exit towards the airport.

“What are you doing?”

“We are being followed.”

I start to turn to look behind us.

“Don’t look,” Ivan snaps.

I glance at the mirror instead.

“Black SUV two cars back,” he says.

I can’t see who’s in the car. It’s too dark.

“My Dad doesn’t trust you to take me to the airport?”

“Would you trust you?”

“No,” I admit. “We’ll lose them at the airport. You can go to Vegas and do whatever it is you do for fun. I’m going to need your car, though.”

“It’s not mine. You can keep the car.”

I figured the car was stolen or on loan from my father. Either way, I’m going to ditch it as soon as I rescue Riley.

“What do you plan on doing?” Ivan asks. “Are you going to bust down Tony’s door, guns blazing, like some kind of cowboy?”

The truth is, I haven’t thought that far ahead.

“Use your head, rich boy. You’re outgunned.”

“Since when do you care about my safety?”

“I don’t. But if you die, your father may decide not to pay me. Your death could create a problem for me.”

“I’d hate to inconvenience
you
by dying.”

Ivan made a gesture as if to say ‘it’s no trouble.’ I couldn’t figure out if he was joking, or if he didn’t pick up on my sarcasm.

“There are better ways to go about rescuing your girl.”

“Like what?”

“I will save her.”

“What?” I can’t stop myself from laughing. “You?”

“For a price; I will help. You cannot walk into one of Tony’s whorehouses. The guards will be on alert for you. I will go in, request your girl, then sneak her out.”

“What about our tail?”

Tony suddenly turns onto a side street. He takes a hard right, then a fast left. A screeching of brakes behind us makes me jump. I turn to see that our tail has crashed into an alleyway dumpster in a vain attempt to follow Ivan’s erratic driving. 

“You will pay?” he asks.

I nod, reluctantly. I hate the idea of putting Riley’s life in the Russian’s hands.

“Good. Then I will save your girl.”

Riley

I’m left alone in a red room. There’s a bed with velvet sheets and a single heart-shaped pillow in the middle. Everything looks clean, but the sight of it gives me the chills. The pillow reminds me of something you’d find in a little girls room.

I pace around the perimeter of the room like a caged animal. I run my hands over the walls; they’re solid. No two-way mirrors. At least I won’t be watched. It’s a small comfort.

To my relief, Tony didn’t decide to ‘break me in’ as the Madame put it. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I’m a virgin. When he asked about my sexual experience, I lied and said I’d slept with a few men.

He seemed satisfied. He had the Madame escort me to this room. She told me to wait. My first client would be here soon. My imagination ran wild with what was to come. I imagined creepy men with wild eyes and leering grins; violent outbursts as they took turns forcing themselves on me.

I shake the thought away. The men I’d glimpsed in the brothel looked surprisingly normal. Most of them were businessmen in suits, or average looking men dressed casually. This was even more disturbing. How many so-called ‘normal’ guys are harboring dark sexual fantasies?

I was getting ahead of myself. My imagination was running away with me. There was no reason to assume these men were violent perverts. I’m sure most of them just wanted to get laid. They would take whatever they could get.

The best I could hope for was that my client was gentle and the experience was over with quickly.

The bedroom door opened. A huge man with wide shoulders entered. He wore black athletic pants and a black t-shirt. It was not the outfit I’d expect a man stopping into a brothel to wear.

My eyes drifted over his body slowly. His thighs bulge with muscle below his track pants; his arms are veiny and big. His face-

“Shit,” I whisper.

I recognize him instantly. It’s the Russian- the man Liam knocked out. He smiles, revealing two chipped teeth. His eyes have dark circles around them and his lip is split. He took quite the beating, but he doesn’t look bothered. He strolls into the room casually and closes the door behind him. His eyes drift over my body.

Back in his office, Tony ordered me to take off my underwear. When I refused, he laughed like a jackal. He’d rushed at me suddenly and I thought he would rip my underwear off and have his way with me. Luckily, the Madame walked into the room.

“I have checked her,” she said with a bored affect.

“She clean?”

“She’s clean.”

Tony looked at me the same way the Russian was now. I could see him imagining what I looked like naked. The Russian’s face twists with a look that I took to mean he approved.

He takes a step forward; I take a step back.

“If this is your way of getting revenge against Liam for knocking you out-”

His face sours. It’s probably a bad idea to bring up the fight.

“It’s best you leave now. If you lay a finger on me, Liam will kill you.”

The Russian runs a hand over his face. His knuckles are split and bloody. The image of his big, dirty hands passing over my body flashes through my mind. Strangely, heat stirs inside me. What would it feel like to lie beneath him as he positioned himself between my legs…? The idea shouldn’t excite me, but it does.

I try to snap myself out of it. This man is a violent thug. He’s probably here to get revenge against Liam. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Why do I have to suffer the consequences for Liam’s behavior?

“None of this is my fault,” I say pathetically. “Liam dragged me into this. I know you don’t care, but…”

“I believe you. Your stepbrother is…” He mutters a Russian insult.

“You can say that again.”

There’s a knock at the door. I’m so tightly wound that I jump and scream. The Russian eyes me with an amused look. He walks over to the door and opens it as if he’s expecting someone. The Madame stands on the other side.

“Just checking in.”

“Checking in?” The Russian sounds angry. “What is this? Do you think I’m a little boy? That I need Mommy’s assistance?”

The Madame looks flustered. “I- no, of course not. I was simply stopping by to make sure you have everything you need.”

She shoots me a withering glance.

“I can handle this little girl. You mind your own business. If I need something I will let you know.”

The Russian slams the door in her face before she can continue. I take a small amount of satisfaction in watching him shut her up, but it’s short-lived. He turns on me.

“Let’s get started,” he says.

I’m frightened, but something inside me comes alive. There’s danger here and yet, I’m wet. My chest rises and falls quickly. I can barely breathe. The Russian examines me with a smile.

“Do I excite you?”

I shake my head no, but my body says yes. He leans forward as if to kiss me. I hold my breath and close my eyes.

“I like a bad girl,” he whispers in my ear.

My pussy starts to pulse at the sound of his raspy voice. His Russian accent adds an edge of danger to his words.

His hand rests on my stomach. I gasp at his touch. His skin is callused. He’s the kind of man who spends a lot of time working with his hands. I look down at the dried blood covering his knuckles. His hands are huge and filthy; they make my stomach look small.

“Have you ever been fucked by a man like me?” he asks.

He doesn’t give me time to respond.

“No, of course you haven’t. Unfortunately for you, you never will- at least not tonight.”

I open my eyes. I must have a confused look on my face because the Russian laughs.

“This way.”

He takes my hand and kisses it, then leads me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

I want out of this place, but I’m afraid of Tony’s wrath. The Russian opens the door to find the Madame standing on the other side. She nearly falls inside the room when the door opens. It was clear she was eavesdropping. The Russian looks down his nose at her.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks.

“Is there a problem?” she responds.

“No. The girl is perfect.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She sounded like a headmistress chastising a student. The Russian stiffens. He’s not the kind of guy you talk down to- not unless you want a fight.

“I had something else in mind for the girl- something not found in this room. Do you understand?”

“I think so. There’s a room available at the end of the hall to your right. I’ll show you.”

I had no idea what the Russian was referring to, but the Madame seemed to understand him. What could he possibly want that wasn’t in this room? My mind flashed back to the sight of the man being led around by a dog leash. What if the Russian had something kinky in mind for me? Was I ready for that? Obviously not, but he doesn’t care.

We followed the Madame down a long corridor lit with blue light. A naked girl ran past us giggling. She was followed by a man in his boxers chasing her with a whip. Is that what the Russian had in mind for me? Whips?

The Madame stood aside. “If you need-” she started, but the Russian wasn’t interested in what she had to say. He pushes past her, dragging me behind him, then slams the door in her face.

The room looks worse than I feared. There are chains hanging from the ceiling, whips, and handcuffs; dildos in a selection of sizes and shapes, and a wall full of metallic objects covered in spikes.

I twist away from the Russian, somehow managing to break free from his iron grip.

“I’ve never been with a man before,” I admit. “I’m not ready for this.”

I give a frightened look to the wall of torture devices, hoping he’ll take pity on me.

“Never?”

I shouldn’t have mentioned I was a virgin. I wanted sympathy, but I doubt the Russian would give it. If anything, he was more interested in fucking me than he was before.

“Please… I’m not ready for this. Tony kidnapped me. He’s forcing me to-”

The Russian held up his hands. “Yes, I understand. It is as I said; I’m not here to take your virginity- unfortunately for you.”

“Then why are you here?”

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Ah! Our guests have arrived.”

The door opened. A man wearing a large coat, hat and thick glasses entered. A woman with bright red hair was hanging off his arm. She wore a large leather jacket and a tight black dress beneath.

“Are we late for the party?” she asks.

She kicks the door shut behind her. The man takes off his hat and glasses.

“Liam!”

I run to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. For a second, I forget that I’m in this mess because of him. He hugs me tight.

“I’m here to rescue you.”

I take a step back, curl my hand into a fist and hit him as hard as I can.

Liam

“Christ, Riley!”

She manages to hit me square in my already busted eye. The side of my face lights up with pain. She’s got one hell of a right hook, I’ll give her that.

“This is all your fault,” she says.

Ivan and his girl are watching us closely. They don’t bother to try and hide the smiles on their faces. Watching me argue with Riley is high entertainment for them. I’d rather have this fight in private, but Riley wants it now.

I’m tempted to let her scream at me. I deserve it. But time is of the essence. We need to get out of here quickly.

“Hit me again.”

“What?” she says, with a look of bewilderment on her face.

“Hit me again. Get it out of your system. You need to focus so we can get out of here.”

She scoffs. Now that I’ve given her permission to hit me, she’s lost all interest.

“Not to interrupt,” Ivan says, “but we really should be going.”

His girl, Nina, starts to undress. Riley looks bewildered. It hasn’t escaped my notice that Riley is practically naked. She’s wearing a see-through black bra and underwear with thigh-high stockings. I try to avoid looking at her, but it’s too late. I’m already rock hard. Then I remember where she is and why. Tony wants to whore her out to the highest bidder. For that, he’s going to have to pay.

“I don’t understand what…” Riley starts.

Nina takes off her wig and tosses it at Riley. She wasn’t expecting it, so it hits her in the face. She inhales sharply. She’s pissed and I don’t blame her, but we have to move quickly. The Madame will be in at any second to ‘check in’ on us. It’s clear she’s been given instructions to keep an eye on Riley. It’s her first night on the job and she’s a flight risk.

“Nina’s going to take your place. Swap clothes with her.”

“I’d hardly call this ‘clothes,’” she says holding up Nina’s tiny black dress.

“We don’t have time to argue about this.”

“I don’t think it will fit me. She’s a lot smaller than me.”

Nina didn’t look smaller to me. If anything, she was a bit bustier. She had huge fake tits. How she was able to squeeze them into that tight, black dress was a mystery to me.

“Just try it on.”

Riley turns her back to me. Her underwear are not only see-through, they’re also a g-string. Heat shoots through my cock. I look away quickly. Nina is completely naked and waiting for Riley’s underwear. I see them fly through the air as she tosses them to Nina. It takes every fiber of my being not to turn around and look at Riley. I’m doing my best to respect her privacy as she changes clothes, but it’s not easy.

“Okay,” she says timidly.

I turn around. The dress clings to her tits and ass so tightly it looks like she’s been dipped in black ink.

“It’s too tight,” she complains.

“It’s perfect.”

Riley gives me a disapproving look, then quickly puts the leather jacket on.

“Don’t forget your hair,” Nina says.

Riley puts on the red wig and straightens it.

“What do you think?” she asks.

She looks totally transformed. Riley’s a beautiful girl, but she’s not doing herself in favors by keeping her hair conservative and mousy. Somehow, the red wig makes her eyes pop and her red lips look fuller. Her cheekbones look high and strangely exotic.

“Well?” she says impatiently.

Words fail me. How can I tell her how beautiful she looks without sounding like an idiot?

“Perfect,” Ivan says.

He grabs Nina’s hand and walks her to the wall on the far side of the room. He takes out a ball gag, a mask and handcuffs from a drawer. He kisses Nina’s cheek. She smiles mischievously as he gags and blindfolds her.

“I take it this isn’t your first time?” Riley says.

Nina winks as Ivan handcuffs her. I put my disguise back on. The glasses and hat look strange on me, but they at least hide my busted face.

“You ready?” I say to Riley.

It’s at that moment the door busts open.