You Don't Own Me: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (The Russian Don Book 1) (40 page)

The crowd loves him. I look for Shane’s mother and she is smiling. I swivel my gaze towards my mother and she is grimacing. I meet her eyes and suddenly I don’t care that she disapproves of me, or that I would never be good enough for her. I look towards Shane and guess what? He is gazing at me with stars in his eyes.
You can’t spoil my day, Mum. Never again.

‘Are you ready for your first dance, Mrs. Elizabeth Snow Eden?’

I am just about to say yes, when Layla hits the stem of her glass to indicate that she wants the floor.

And Shane groans. ‘Oh shit.’

Layla stands and raises her hand. ‘Well, normally, the sister of the groom never speaks, but I just have to repay the favor my brother paid during my wedding when he stood up and gave some friendly advice to my husband.’

She looks sideways at her brother and then proceeds to tell everybody two of Shane’s most embarrassing alcohol-soaked stories.

One involves him getting so drunk when he was sixteen, he ended up losing his keys, climbing up the drainpipes and jumping in through his upstairs bedroom window, only to find that he was in the next door neighbor’s bedroom.

‘The widow was glowing the next day,’ she says to whistles, catcalls, and a thunderous applause of approval.

Layla then suggests that I sew our front door keys to his clothes.

The other story also involves a younger Shane getting so drunk that he falls into a patch of rosebushes and gets scratched to bits. He goes home and carefully applies plasters all over his face and falls into bed. In the morning, their mother finds about ten plasters in the shape of his face on the mirror. The crowd roars with laughter and Layla advises me to plant thornless roses in my garden.

And with that, she ends with the words, ‘Jokes aside, you’re both so incredibly lucky. At the end of this ceremony, Shane, you get to go home with a wife who is warm, caring, beguiling, and who radiates beauty and grace from every pore. And, Snow, you will go home tonight having gained a lovely dress and a gorgeous ring.’

That brings a smile even to Shane’s sour lips.

Afterwards, Robbie Williams’
She’s The One
comes on, and Shane takes me by the hand and leads me to the dance floor.

‘Do you know what I love most of you?’ he whispers.

I shake my head.

‘Your lips.’

‘So soft and delicious. I once dreamed of licking them.’

As we whirl and dip, I feel as if I am floating on air. There’ll never be another day like this. Never.

And then suddenly the disco lights come on and bangra music starts, professional dancers fill the floor, and Shane lifts his hands and starts doing the bangra! I cover my cheeks with my hands and laugh. My goodness! He really doesn’t do things by half. And then I join in as well. Layla, BJ, Jake, Lily, Liliana, Dom and Ella all hit the floor. And all of them have some ‘moves’ they have learnt.

My heart feels as if it will burst with joy at this beautiful, beautiful family I have fallen into. All those years when I yearned to be in a happy family are suddenly here. Shane catches me in a totally non-bangra move and, laughing, I realize there’ll be many days like this. Many more.

SNOW

Christmas Eve

I
hear the key in the door and I run to it. Standing on tiptoes, ‘I,’ I say, and kiss his forehead, ‘love’ I say, and kiss his nose, ‘you,’ I say, and I kiss his right eye, ‘Shane,’ I say, and kiss his left eye, ‘Eden,’ I say and kiss his lips. It was meant to be a peck, but he deepens it and kisses me passionately. I pull away and look at him in surprise.

‘Is that the I-want-to-take-you-to-bed kiss?’ I ask with a smile.

‘It wasn’t a bedroom kiss. I have something for you,’ he says very seriously.

My eyebrows rise. ‘What is it?’

He takes my hand and leads me to his study. He sits me down at his desk and opens his laptop screen. He turns the machine towards him and taps a few keys, then rotates it back to face me.

‘What is it?’ I ask curiously.

‘Your Christmas present,’ he says quietly, and walks out.

There is an arrow pointing to the left in the middle of the screen. I click on it and my eyes widen and my hands fly up to cover my open mouth.   

In a panic I hit the arrow, the video stops playing, and I close my eyes. My heart is pounding and my breath is coming out sharp and fast. For a few seconds I do nothing, just stare at the frozen screen.

The frame shows a man, his eyes horrified and his mouth open wide in a scream of white hot pain. He has been tied up to some kind of wooden contraption, and behind him a black man with the biggest penis I have ever seen in my life is sodomizing him. To their right there is another man standing by and watching impassively. My eyes return to the man screaming.
I recognize you.
He was not screaming then. He was laughing, taunting … lusty. ‘Give it to her, give the bitch some cock.’

To my surprise a smile comes to my lips.
Give the bitch some cock.

My hand moves seemingly of its own accord and my finger presses the arrow.

The images start moving. My smile stays, then widens cruelly.
Now you know what it feels like to be totally helpless.
 

I watch the coward slobber and scream and beg. Snot runs down into his mouth.

Tsk, tsk, even I didn’t cry like that.

When the black man is finished, the other man takes over. He doesn’t use his cock though. He uses a frighteningly big dildo. I peer closer. The dildo is studded. A mad giggle escapes my lips.

The man shakes his head and begs for mercy.
Well, well.

They untie him and make him sign a letter. I cannot see what he is putting his scribble to, but he signs it with a shaking hand.

Then they beat him so mercilessly I hear the sound of bone crunching.

Ah well, Karma. It’s a bitch.

I sit through another five little clips. Two of the faces I cannot remember, and that bothers me. Just imagine if I had been in a shop or some other public place and they had come in, I would have had no idea they were rapists. I would have spoken to the bastards normally. Why, they even looked like decent blokes. 

At the end there is a template copy of the letters all the men have signed.

Dear Friends and Family,

Last summer, five other sickening perverts and I met in London to gang rape a drugged, innocent nineteen-year old girl in a hotel room.

I am sending you this letter so you know the real me.

Yours sincerely,

Then the video cuts to the impassive man saying that the letter and a copy of the recording have been hand-delivered to the men’s families, and an email sent to every single person, even takeaway addresses on their phones and email list.

I close the screen and feel a strange sense of lightness. In this unfair, cruel world where the poor and the helpless always get trodden on, Shane found my justice for me. With a sigh of contentment I get up and go into the kitchen.

Shane is standing by the kitchen sink looking out of the window. When he hears me, he turns and looks at me. For a moment I do not recognize him. It is shocking that someone as beautiful as he is could ever be so cruel. I feel the same way I felt when I saw a lion killing a poor impala. How could such a beautiful beast do that? And then he smiles at me and I recognize him. He is
my
beautiful beast.

‘Are you OK?’ he asks.

I nod. ‘Thank you for the black roses,’ I say quietly.

‘It was a pleasure.’

I walk up to him. We are accomplices. We are now bonded by revenge and blood. ‘How did you find them?’

‘Lenny had the surveillance tapes the whole time.’

I gasp with the stab of pain. ‘I trusted him,’ I whisper.

‘I know, but you were so traumatized you would have believed anything.’

‘I’m a fucking bad judge of character, aren’t I? Again and again I trust scum,’ I say bitterly.

‘No, you’re not. You’re beautiful. If only the whole world would be as innocent and trusting as you, then it would be an unrecognizable, beautiful place.’

I look up at him. Sometimes I still can’t believe he is really mine. ‘Oh, Shane. You did all that for me. Have I ever told you you’re my hero?’

He grins. ‘A gypsy hero? Does such a beast even exist?’

‘Yes, it does. I caught one.’

He laughs. ‘Let’s have a drink. Let’s drink to those men’s poor wives and children.’

So we drink ourselves silly and then I say in a slurred, slutty voice, ‘I have a present for you too.’

And he grins. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘It’s in the bedroom. I’ll just go and get it.’

‘I’ll be waiting right here,’ he says, plumping the cushions behind him and settling down.

I go into the bedroom and quickly undress. Naked, I get into high heels and wrap a big red ribbon around myself and tie a huge bow at my waist. Then I walk out to the living room.

‘Here’s your present,’ I say.

And I swear I see forever in his eyes.

SHANE

Christmas Day

Liliana is sitting on my lap and telling me tales tall enough to make any full-blooded gypsy proud.

‘Santa came to my house, you know,’ she says importantly, ‘because I’ve been a very, very, very good girl.’ She drops her voice to a hoarse whisper. ‘I saw him.’

I keep my face straight. ‘You saw him?’

‘Yup.’ Her eyes are huge.

‘When?’

She fingers a bow on her dress. ‘Last night. I saw him eat two cookies and drink half of the milk that I put out for him.’

‘Wow,’ I say in an impressed voice. ‘Did he say anything to you?’

‘No,’ she says shaking her head vigorously. ‘I was hiding behind the door.’

‘Why didn’t you show yourself?’

‘I didn’t want to frighten him, Uncle Shane,’ she says as if that is the most obvious thing in the world.

‘Anyway,’ she carries on, ‘he left three presents. Two for me because I’ve been so good, and one for Laura because she’s just a little baby and babies just need milk.’

‘Right.’

She cups her hand over my ear and whispers, ‘Don’t tell anyone, Uncle Shane, but I woke up early and sneaked downstairs when everybody was still sleeping, and opened all my presents.’ She claps her hands. ‘And then I closed them all back.’

‘So you know exactly what you’ve got for Christmas?’ I ask, amazed that she actually did that. Even I never did something like that at her age.

She nods happily.

‘So what will you do when you open your presents later and everybody looks at you?’

‘Pretend to be surprised and happy,’ she says coolly.

I have to laugh. ‘Show me your surprised and happy face,’ I ask.

She opens up her eyes, drops her jaw, and smacks her cheeks with her palms while managing to look like she is grinning. ‘Yeah, that’ll work.’

She makes her face normal again. ‘Did Santa leave you presents?’

‘He gave me mine early this year.’

She crosses her little arms over her chest. ‘What did he give you?’

‘He gave me a wife.’

She frowns and looks at me as if I am stupid. ‘Auntie Snow is not a present. A present is like a real thing. Like a toy or a doll.’

‘That’s true. Maybe he’s left one under the tree for me.’

She slips off my lap. ‘I’ll go and look for you, OK?’

‘OK, but don’t peek.’

She shakes her head solemnly. ‘No, I only peek at my own presents.’

At the front door, I hear Layla, BJ’s and Tommy’s voices wishing my mother a merry Christmas. Liliana forgets about looking for a present for me, and rushes off to the front door. Jake returns from the garage where my mother keeps her fridge, carrying two bottles of whiskey. It has started snowing and there are snowflakes on his hair and shoulders. He sets the bottles on the table.

‘What time will Dom be here?’ he asks.

I look at my watch. ‘Anytime now.’

At that moment BJ and Layla come through the door. BJ is holding a baby carrier. The room fills with the sound of us wishing each other a merry Christmas. A pink-nosed Layla kisses both Jake and I and then disappears off to the kitchen to see what the women are up to.

BJ leaves the baby carrier on the floor by the chair next to me and collapses into the chair. ‘Where’s the fucking alcohol?’ he asks.

I laugh and Jake pours out whiskey for us all. Before we can take a sip, Dom and Ella arrive. Ella is carrying their little boy, Alex. Jake pours another glass. Again the room fills with sounds of Christmas greetings.

‘You guys started without me,’ Dom complains, as Ella goes out with Adam.

‘Nope,’ Jake says and pushes a glass into his hand.

We raise our glasses. ‘May it always be this good,’ Jake says.

And we drink. Life is good.

Just before lunch, Snow comes up to me. ‘I’ve got a surprise present for you,’ she says, her eyes shining.

‘I thought I got mine last night?’ I tease.

‘This is better.’

I raise my eyebrows. ‘Better than the one I got last night?’

‘Much,’ she says, her eyes sparkling.

She puts her hand out, I take it, and let her lead me. She pulls me upstairs to my mother’s guest bedroom.

‘Are you ready?’

I guide her hand to my crotch. ‘Is that ready enough for you?’

She gasps and says sternly, ‘It’s not that kind of present.’

‘Well, then it can’t be better than last night’s.’

‘Shane?’ she whispers.

‘Yes’

‘Don’t spoil it.’

I put my hands up in surrender.

She opens the door and we enter … and a male German shepherd puppy is sitting inside a large metal cage.’

‘Merry Christmas,’ she shouts.

I turn my head to look at her. ‘This is my present?’

‘Yes, isn’t he wonderful?’ she enthuses ignoring my unenthusiastic tone.

‘So my present is a dog from your favorite breed?’ I ask.

‘Yes,’ she says blithely, and goes to open the cage door. The dog immediately jumps all over her excitedly. And I can see that she is dying to pick him up, but she doesn’t.

‘Have you any suggestions for a name for him?’ she asks instead.

I shrug.

‘You could call him Ghengis … if you want to,’ she suggests.

I turn away from her and say, ‘Ghengis.’

The dog immediately looks at me with its bright, intelligent eyes.

I turn to her. ‘How strange. He seems to answer to that name.’

She bites her lip. ‘I might have called him by that name once or twice,’ she admits.

‘So, how long have you had him?’

‘I’ve been keeping him here secretly for the last two weeks. I wanted to house train him before I gave him to you. I know the apartment is too small for him, but we’ll be moving to our new house in two months, right? And Chitra will be coming to stay with us so she can help take care of him too.’

‘Right.’