Russian Mob Boss’s Prisoner
Chapter 1
Tanya flashed a clear bag of white powder at a security guard at the gate. He reached his hand out to take it, but she smacked his hand away before tucking the bag back in her pocket. “Only Sergei can sample the product,” she informed him.
“What did you say your name was?” one of the guards asked her. Before she could reply, another man interrupted the conversation.
“What do you want with my brother?” His deep voice almost intimidated her, but she was not going to allow him to throw her off as she slowly turned to face him. Briefly, her brain registered his good looks with his short, wavy, dark hair, day-old beard, solid build, and impressive height. He looked more like a model than a member of the Russian mob.
Wait. Did he say brother?
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself why she was there. “Business,” she blurted out as he glared at her with suspicion.
“What kind of business?”
Tanya flashed him the clear bag with the white substance in it. Reaching his hand out to take it, she pulled it back. “N’uh uh. I want to speak with your brother.”
The man looked her slowly up and down, and Tanya fought to maintain eye contact. She was not going to be intimidated by him – not when she was this close to seeing her best friend again.
The guards laughed when he said something in Russian. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned and began walking toward the house. Pausing, he turned to look at her.
“Are you coming?” Not bothering to see if she was, he continued walking to the house as Tanya struggled to follow.
Her suitcase kept twisting when she dragged it behind her through the small patches of snow. Planting her feet, she caught her breath when her foot twisted and she almost slipped on the slippery walkway.
“No, really, I don’t need any help,” she muttered under her breath as she followed along.
“You are the one who showed up on my doorstep brandishing drugs, why would you think I would help you?” he called over his shoulder.
“Oh, I don’t know, politeness? Male chivalry?”
His bark of laughter caught her by surprise. Stopping at the bottom of the steps, he snatched her suitcase and mounted the steps two at a time, while Tanya jogged to keep up. When she got to the top, she stared up at the imposing house as she caught her breath.
He dropped her bag next to her. “Never let it be said that a Markov does not know how to be chivalrous,” he declared before he continued toward the house. When he got to the entrance, he opened the door and waited for her to follow.
Staring at the open door, Tanya wondered at her madness. It had been more than a year since she’d seen her best friend Olivia Lockheart. As the victim of a political ploy, she had been kidnapped by the Russian mob in order to secure the release of the mob leader’s younger brother. Looking up in surprise, his comment about his brother finally sunk in.
“You’re Nikolai Markov?” she asked, surprised.
He laughed sarcastically. “Dah. Now, if you would hurry up, you are letting the cold in,” he reprimanded as she covered the distance between them and followed him inside.
When Olivia had disappeared the second time, Tanya had learned that she had run off with her abductor, Sergei Markov. Even worse, when his replacement decided to stay in Washington DC, Liv’s cousin Daisy supposedly fell head over heels for him.
What was it with the Lockheart women? she had mused more than once. Well, make that fumed. If all this were true, why didn’t her best friend keep in contact with her? Clearly, something was amiss and Tanya was determined to find out what was going on.
As she followed Nikolai down a long hallway, she couldn’t help admiring his body. Dressed casually in dark jeans that fit him like a second skin and a wool sweater that did nothing to hide his physique, Tanya was oblivious to where they were going until it was too late.
Opening a door, he gestured for her to enter first. Thinking he was still bristling at the chivalry comment, she quickly stepped inside. After she looked up, she realized that she was in a rather austere bedroom. She turned around and was about to ask what was going on when she caught his malicious smile before he pulled the door shut and locked it from the outside.
“Hey!” she shouted, as she ran to the door. Pulling on the handle, she tugged ineffectively at the door, shouting for help. Tanya didn’t know how long she called out before she eventually stopped. She sagged against the door.
“What the hell am I going to do now?” she said aloud as she looked around at the almost empty room. “Dammit!” Giving the door one last smack with the palm of her hand, she pushed away from it and walked farther into the room.
Quickly surveying the room, she looked at the meager furnishings. “Hopefully, this isn’t a guest room,” she mused. “Although, I guess it would be effective at keeping guests away. Except for the locked door.”
She flung her suitcase onto the bed and opened it. Rifling through the small carry-on bag, she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on, hoping she could get a signal. She did not intend to stay locked up any longer than necessary. When her phone had fully booted up, she stared at the lack of bars. Dialing her carrier’s customer service number, she listened to the automated recording.
“What do you mean, I don’t have service?” she demanded as she stared at her phone. “I did everything I was supposed to,” she stated through gritted teeth as she pulled up the text message with the instructions. “Except boot the phone before I left the US. Dammit!” she swore, louder this time as she resisted the urge to fling her phone across the room. “What the hell am I going to do now? And, why am I still talking to an empty room?”
She rubbed at her face in irritation as she sagged against the bed. Stifling a yawn, she couldn’t fight off the second one. Fourteen hours flight time, plus all the time she spent going through customs and another four hours to get out to this frozen block of nothing, exhaustion had suddenly tipped the scale for her as what little adrenalin she had left had been depleted. Deciding to close her eyes for only a moment, sleep quickly overtook her.
Chapter 2
Nikolai paced the floor as he waited for his brother to answer his call. When the video call was finally accepted, he sat down in the chair.
“She’s getting so big,” he burst out when he saw his brother, Sergei, holding his niece.
“Every day,” was Sergei’s proud reply as he smiled down at his daughter before looking up at the camera. “I don’t think you called to see how your niece is doing, so what is it, Nicky?”
“I have a visitor,” he began.
“And, that would be?”
“An American female,” he laughed.
Giving his brother an odd look, Sergei adjusted the baby in his arms. “Look, we’re all adults. That’s your house now. What you do there is none of my business…”
“It’s not like that,” Nikolai interrupted. “She showed up brandishing some sort of package that she was pretending was drugs.”
“What? I don’t understand. Who is this woman?”
Lifting the luggage tag off the desk, he read the name, “Tanya Nichols.”
“Did you say Tanya?” The female voice came from off the screen before Nikolai watched Olivia join his brother. “What on earth is she doing out there?” she questioned as she took the baby.
Shrugging his shoulders, he questioned, “If I were to guess, looking for you. Have you not been in touch with her?” Olivia kissed her daughter, who tangled her little hand in her hair.
She shook her head. “No, we had decided that the least number of people who knew what was going on the better. My father still hasn’t given up on finding Sergei. According to my cousin, it’s gotten ever worse since the judge threw your case out of court. When some of the reporters suggested that all this was a witch hunt, he ended up losing his chair position on two committees, and he’s been seeing red ever since. Oh Lord, if Tanya has come all that way, she must be frantic. What are you going to do?”
Nikolai smiled. “Leave that to me.” At that moment, the baby began to cry, so Olivia kissed her husband and moved away from the camera. Sergei leaned in and gave him a stern look.
“Don’t do anything stupid, brother.”
Continuing to smile, he replied, “I wasn’t the one foolish enough to pretend to have drugs.”
“If Olivia finds out that you’ve hurt a hair on her friend’s head-”
He held his hand up and interrupted, “I intend to have a bit of fun with her, but I assure you that no harm will come to her.”
After disconnecting the call, Nikolai sat back in the chair and steepled his fingers together. Looking at the monitor, he spied on a sleeping Tanya. She was quite pretty when she wasn’t yelling or banging on the door. He was glad she had finally calmed down enough to sleep. Adjusting the camera, he zoomed in on her. She had fallen asleep while still sitting on the bed. When he had gone in to search for her identification, he took pity on her and shifted her into a more comfortable position before covering her up. He stood up and stretched. Looking at the monitor one last time, he turned out the lights before heading upstairs. Tomorrow would be a new day and he intended to enjoy pushing Miss Nichols’ buttons.
Chapter 3
Tanya opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. Rolling to her side, she pulled the blanket up over her shoulder and closed her eyes again.
What on earth had I been thinking?
She had been worried sick when Olivia first disappeared and when she had returned home, she was a different person. Tanya was shocked when Olivia had confessed to falling for her abductor. She knew her friend could be a bit naïve, but she hadn’t anticipated that. And then, to run away with him?
Things went from bad to worse when the younger Markov was exonerated for any wrongdoing. After that, the press had a field day with Congressman Lockheart and there was speculation that he might not win another term in office.
Tanya huffed in annoyance as she sat up. Olivia’s mother had told her not to worry, but she refused to listen. Maxing out her credit cards on this ridiculous plan to drag her friend back, whether she wanted to go or not, had been a dismal failure so far.
She looked up when she heard the lock turn. She watched as a woman about her age dressed in a maid’s uniform walked in. With a shy smile, she nodded at Tanya before setting down some towels. Turning, she gestured to one of the guards, who set down a tray of food. Without saying anything, she turned and followed the guard out of the room.
Tanya stared at the tray of food, vowing that she wouldn’t eat. Her suddenly painful stomach grumbled loudly in complaint, and she thought about when she ate last. Realizing that it had been more than thirty hours, she climbed off the bed and walked toward the table. The maid had brought her what looked to be a typical American-style breakfast, complete with eggs, breakfast meat, potatoes, and toast. Spying the urn, she poured herself a cup of coffee before hungrily diving into her food. She had polished everything off, including the bowl of fruit and most of the coffee, before she sat back satisfied.
Rubbing her now over-full stomach, she laughed out loud. “I would suck at being tortured,” she commented to the empty room.
She got up, grabbed her suitcase along with the towels, and stomped toward the bathroom. If she was going to face her captor, she might as well feel presentable.
After taking a long, hot shower, Tanya dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Realizing it was too much to expect a hairdryer, she towel dried her hair and carefully combed through her curly locks. She pulled a hoodie on over her t-shirt before exiting the bathroom with a shiver. She stopped when she realized that the dishes had been cleared and the room tidied.
She snatched up her phone sitting on the nightstand and tried to get a signal. Remembering that she never properly set her phone up for international travel, she clicked on one of her loaded games before sitting back on the bed. Soon growing bored, she began looking through the photos she had saved. She smiled at the pictures with Olivia at their graduation. On whim, she tapped the camera app and snapped a selfie, tagging it, “day 1 of my captivity, feeling clean.”
With a smirk, she set the phone aside and looked up as she heard the lock turn. The same maid from that morning walked in carrying a tray. Setting it down on the table, she tentatively stepped toward her.
“If you have anything that needs to be washed, leave it by the door and I will take care of it,” she informed her.
“You speak English?” Tanya was surprised.
“Dah,” the young maid answered with a nod.
“What’s your name?”
“Alena.”
“I’m Tanya.”
“Olivia’s friend.”
“You know, Liv?” Tanya couldn’t believe this.
“Yes, she is very nice. You are her friend from America?”
Before Tanya could answer, one of the guards cleared his throat loudly and glared at the two women. Shrugging her shoulders, Alena smiled at her before turning and hurrying from the room.
She watched what might be her only chance to find out more about her friend walk out the door as Tanya walked over to the table and looked down at a steaming bowl of what looked like some sort of stew and a thick chunk of bread.
Sitting down, she played with the spoon before dipping it into the bowl to have a taste. “If I keep eating like this, I’ll be fat in no time,” she said aloud.
For three days, Tanya kept time by the meals Alena brought her. Her cell phone had quickly drained of battery and she had neglected to bring a travel adapter with her. Sighing, she stared up at the ceiling, imagining herself anywhere but there.
The boredom had long ago gotten to her and she tried to keep herself busy exercising, as it was the only thing she could think of to do. She wasn’t the type to meditate and despite Olivia’s attempts to get her to enjoy yoga, she always managed to fall asleep during the floor stretches.
Tanya didn’t bother to move when she heard the lock turn. She listened as a tray was set down on the table and the door clicked closed again. The scraping of one of the chairs on the floor caught her attention and she turned her head to see Nikolai Markov sitting down at the table.
Sitting up with a huff, she stared at him as he pointedly ignored her glare.
“The cook has outdone herself tonight,” he calmly commented, pouring what looked to be wine into two glasses. He turned to stare at her as he sipped from one.
Deciding that his company was better than the constant silence of the room, she slid off the bed and joined him at the table. She grabbed the second wine glass and downed half of it, pausing before she finished it off. She missed the look of surprise on his face, which he quickly masked before pouring her another glass.
Drinking the second glass just as fast, Tanya set it aside before picking up her fork.
“Why am I locked up?” she blurted out as she pushed her food around on the plate.
“You brought drugs into my home.” Skewering a piece of meat with his fork, he placed it in his mouth and began to chew slowly as he stared at her.
Unable to maintain eye contact, Tanya reached for her empty wine glass, which Nikolai was quick to fill. Nodding her head in thanks, she toyed with the glass.
“It wasn’t real,” she blurted out.
“What wasn’t?”
“The drugs. It was sugar or cornstarch or I’m not even sure, I bought it at a small market before I got here.”
“Thank you for finally telling the truth.” His voice was calm as he spoke, giving Tanya hope and she suddenly began to speak quickly.
“So, as you can see, all this was a big misunderstanding. I came here looking for Olivia Lockheart and-”
“She isn’t here,” he interrupted.
“I’m acutely aware of that. Now. But I wasn’t when I decided to come here.”
“Why did you?”
“Why did I what?” Tanya’s thoughts were growing scattered with the buzz from the wine.
“Why did you come here?” he asked again, calmly.
“To bring her home.”
“She doesn’t want to come home. She’s happy where she is.”
“I don’t know that,” she answered furiously. “I’ve been worried sick about her for months and months. When I try talking to her mother, she tells me that everything is fine, but then I see the tears. I know that everything is NOT FINE. NOW, WHERE IS MY BEST FRIEND?” she finished with a shout.
Setting his fork down, Nikolai rose and stepped away from the table. His voice took on a gravely tone as he looked down at her. “Actions come with consequences. Perhaps it’s time you learned that.” He turned and strode from the room, while Tanya swiped her hand across the table, knocking much of dinner over. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at her. “I will instruct Alena to bring you what is necessary to clean up the mess you made with your temper tantrum.”
Tanya swore that the click of the lock on the door sounded louder this time. Closing her eyes, she fought back a wave of nausea, as the severity of her situation hit her. She was alone in a foreign country. She was stupid not to tell someone where she was going, but she didn’t want anyone to try to talk her out of it.
What the hell am I going to do now?
