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Exposed
The Elite Book Two
G.P. Darling
G.P. Darling
Exposed (The Elite Book Two)
Copyright © 2022 G.P. Darling
All Rights Reserved
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted without written permission from the publishes or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law, or brief quotations in a review.
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Editing: Geeky Good Edits
To our husbands with the good dicks……
Blurb
Alexie is alive or well he was until that Viking a**hole shot him. Now I don’t know what’s going to happen. Will Alexie be found just to be lost again? What about Katia? Everything I thought I knew is turning out to be a lie. Who can I trust? Better yet who’s going to have my back after what I did? In a race to beat the clock or in this case a deadly shadow. Who will be victorious?
This is a why choose book, meaning our baddie main character has more than one love interest. This is the second book in a trilogy and will end on a cliffhanger. Exposed is a full-length adult romance with dark and suspenseful tones. Be advised this book contains graphic language and sexual situations. There are triggering events such as torture, murder, violence, and human trafficking. If any of these things are triggering to you please do not read. Everyone else…enjoy the ride.
Glossary
Malyshka..............................Babygirl
Zaychik.................................Bunny
Printsessa..............................Princess
Moy Mal'chik.......................My Son
Kotik......................................Kitten/Cat
Svin'ya zadnitsa...................Pig Ass
Podonok................................Bastard
Pizda......................................Cunt/Pussy
Krasotka ................................Gorgeous
Dorogoy..................................Darling
Malen'kaya lisa......................Little Fox
Poshel na khuy.......................Fuck You
Uvidimsya v adu..................See You In Hell
Bol'noy Podonok..................Sick bastard
Shchenok……………………………Puppy
Kakogo Khrena……………………What the fuck
Eto bylo, veselo.…………………It's been fun babe
Khoroshaya devochka………….Good Girl
Ona podula na moi kosti i sdelala menya bogache..................she blew on my dice and made me richer
***We are not fluent in Russian nor would ever claim to be. All translations came from an online translator service. If you are fluent and see an error please contact us at g.p.darling3@gmail.com
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Contents
Prologue
1. Nat
2. King
3. Alexie
4. Nat
5. Conrad
6. Nat
7. Alexie
8. Stryker
9. Nat
10. Nat
11. Alexie
12. King
13. Conrad
14. Stryker
15. King
16. Nat
17. Nat
18. Alexie
19. Conrad
20. Stryker
21. Nat
22. Conrad
23. Katia
24. King
25. Alexie
26. Nat
27. Stryker
28. Nat
29. Stryker
30. Alexie
31. Nat
32. Katia
33. King
34. Nat
35. King
36. Nat
37. Conrad
38. Nat
39. Alexie
40. King
Thank You
Acknowledgments
About Author
Prologue
FIVE YEARS AGO
Thursdays have always been my favorite night of the week. These nights are reserved for dance class. It’s a time to get away from everything and be with Katia. There’s no Bratva here or jobs to complete. I just dance and get to be free, even if it’s only for a couple of hours. This class is how I work through my feelings. How I escape the reality that is my life and just let it all go. Dance class is only slotted for an hour in the studio, but our instructor Meryl knows a bit about my home life and gives Katia and me extra studio time. I exit my car and rush towards the dance studio since I’m already a few minutes late. I can’t fucking wait to get everything out. This week has been a total clusterfuck.
When I’m just a few feet away from the entrance, I feel his presence. Before he even says a word and without turning around, I ask, “What do you want, Umbra?”
“Oh, how I love it when you call me cute little nicknames.”
I turn to face him, and sure enough, there’s that stupid smirk. “Poor Ivan. Out here really thinking that name holds anything other than pure disgust.” The smirk on his face quickly fades, morphing into a tight line of his mouth. The tensing of his jaw reminds me that pissing him off is never in my best interest. I definitely fucked up.
He’s on me in the next second, shoving my back against the wall of the studio. His left hand presses against the wall beside my head while the other grips my waist tightly. “You, of all people, should know better,” he growls. I feel a shiver move through my body, reminding me of the torture this man is capable of. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it.
The smirk returns to his face as he says, “Why do you look so frightened, Malyshka?” My eyes widen at the pet name that only Alexie calls me. “See, I know your nicknames too.” The hand that was on my waist releases me as he slowly brushes his fingers up my arm.
I try to move away from his touch, but his body is angled, so I’m trapped against him. “Please, let me go.”
He continues to brush his fingers up and down my arm. “Please? If only you were always this well-mannered, we could have been having so much more fun.” His emphasis on the word ’fun’ creates a pit in my stomach.
Using my entire body, I push at him trying to create more space between us. He stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance. I’m only able to get a few feet away before his hand tangles in my hair, and I’m slammed back against the side of the building. “Fuck!” I shout as my head hits the brick wall.
“You know I love when they fight back. Do you really think it’s that easy to get away from me?” he snarls at me. My head’s throbbing, and the back of my shoulders are definitely bleeding from being scraped against the rough stone. His whole body is pressed against me, and I feel his hot breath on my cheek.
“Natalia, you must know the effect you have on me. I could do things to you that your arrogant little Prince could only dream of,” he says, dragging his lips down the side of my neck.
“Ivan, get off of me! Andrei will kill you!” He doesn’t let up. Why is this happening?
“Andrei? Kill me?” He laughs. The only time I’ve heard Ivan laugh is when he’s torturing someone or blowing something up. Sick fuck. “That old fuck wouldn’t dare stand against me. He may be in charge by title, but let’s not forget who does the real work around here.”
He’s right, I truly don’t believe Andrei would go after Ivan even if he did kill me. Ivan has always been given a long leash. Andrei often turns the other cheek when Ivan does something he isn’t supposed to, such as torturing an innocent person just for fun. Ivan does a lot of the dirty work for Andrei, but it’s the work Ivan loves.
The creek of the studio door opening breaks through my rapidly growing panic. “Natalia, are you alright? You’re late to class,” my dance instructor’s soft voice comes from the doorway a few feet away.
Ivan releases my hair, taking a few steps back. He looks directly at my instructor before saying, “Why don’t you mind your fucking business and go back inside. Natalia’s just fine, aren’t you?” His eyes shift back over to me.
This could be my only opportunity to get out of this situation. “Actually, I need to get to class. I’m sure we can resume this conversation later.” I hurriedly move to the door still being held open by Meryl. Ivan’s eyes track me the entire way until I’m standing in the doorway.
Ivan continues to stand there, unmoving. “I’ll see you later,” comes from him in a sinister voice as he turns and starts walking away.
Meryl and I quickly go inside, and she asks if I’m okay. I tell her everything is fine and it was just a misunderstanding. She doesn’t need to get dragged into this more than she already has.
Dance class goes by too quickly. Katia and I are drenched in sweat by the time we leave the studio. As we walk out, I can see Alexie leaning against his car, waiting for us. I messaged him before starting class to make sure he knew about the confrontation with Ivan. Glancing around the parking lot, I realize my car’s gone, and I know instantly that Alexie had someone come get it so he could drive me home.
I give Katia a hug goodbye since she has to work a shift tonight. Pulling away from her, I spot Alexie leaning against his Jeep Gladiator. He smiles at me when notices m
Fifteen minutes later, Alexie stops outside my favorite Italian bistro to pick up a to-go order for our dinner. Once we’re back on the road, there’s a ding that comes from my bag. Pulling out my phone, I see a message.
Ivan: He only told me to stay away from you
“Turn around!” I yell, my voice panicked.
“What are you talking about?” Alexie asks.
“We need to go back to the studio now!” I hold up my phone to show Alexie the message.
He pulls a u-turn in the middle of the highway, not worrying about the oncoming traffic. We are only a few minutes away from the studio, but I can already see the black smoke curling up into the air. “Oh, my god! What did he do?” But I already know.
As we get closer to the studio, traffic is being blocked off and redirected, so we get out of the car and continue on foot. A couple of blocks away, I can see part of the studio is on fire. But only a part of the studio, because the other half is blown apart. I take off running towards the studio, fear rushing through me and making my heart pump faster.
Arms wrap around my body. “Miss, you can’t be here,” the police officer who’s holding me says.
“Let go of her!” Alexie shouts at the officer, and he immediately drops his arms.
“Sorry, Mr. Volkov, but it’s not safe for her to be this close,” The cop’s voice is shaky as he realizes who he’s talking to.
“Was anyone in there? I was just here a little bit ago for dance class?” I ask the officer.
“The only vehicle left in the parking lot was for a Meryl Taylor. We’ve tried to reach her but haven’t been able to. Do you know who she is?”
My stomach twists in a knot. “She’s the instructor here. She just taught my class. I don’t understand.” That’s a lie. I understand exactly what happened…or who happened. The cop takes my contact information and says he’ll follow up with me for any information he might need, but I know I won’t be allowed to tell him anything.
Alexie and I walk back to his car, and he cradles me in his arms as I sob. I glance back to look at the flames. “He fucking killed her, Alexie. That sick fuck killed her because she interrupted him earlier. How can your father allow that psycho to get away with this?” I already know the answer, though. Andrei lets Ivan get away with doing whatever he wants. He’s the enforcer and has dirtied his hands in our name far too much for Andrei to ever cut him loose.
Nat
“Alexie! Please, stay with me.” I scream as his eyes keep fluttering open and close. I take off my shirt, pressing it to the gunshot wound on his shoulder, and an agonized groan escapes his lips.
“Nat! I told you to get up and get away from him,” King yells as he moves to stand closer to us.
“Fuck you! Get away from us! I have to keep pressure on it!” My body instinctively leans over Alexie’s. Covering him from King.“You have no idea what you just did,” I say to King, betrayal laced in my voice.
“I know exactly what I did. That’s Alexie Volkov. The enemy. Were you just going to sit back and pretend to be upset when he started taking us all out one by one? He may have already killed BJ. We still haven’t found her,” King argues sternly, but I don’t miss when his voice catches at the mention of BJ.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Alexie didn’t do this. It was Umbra!” I shout back at him. Alexie’s left arm moves, his hand reaching up for me. I release one hand from pressing on his wound and grip his hand in mine.“Alexie? Can you hear me?” His eyes open slightly to meet mine, letting me know he’s still with me.
I don’t notice King moving around to the other side of us until he’s kneeling directly in front of me. “What the fuck is an Umbra? You better start fucking talking,” King demands, his gun pointed directly at Alexie’s head now.
My eyes look up to meet King’s. “I’m not telling you shit! If he dies, you get nothing. Help me save him first.”
King doesn’t move. He must think I’m joking. “I’m fucking serious, King! You don’t know what the fuck is going on! Alexie’s probably the only person who can help take down the person responsible for what just happened to BJ.” He holsters his gun and pulls out his phone.
“If you’re lying again, I’ll kill you myself.” King puts his phone to his ear, giving someone our location. Who is he calling? My mind runs through all the possibilities. “Before I even attempt to help him, you’re going to tell me who’s responsible for that explosion.”
I look down at Alexie, whose eyes are steadily opening and closing, but his breathing is shallow. My eyes look back up to King’s. “If you’re lying, I’ll kill you.” A small smile forms on the edges of King’s mouth.
“Fair enough. Whoever lies, dies.” Yupp, that’s definitely a smile on his face. This is not a time to be flirting, you idiot!
“Umbra means shadow. His name is Ivan,” I blurt out.
The smile fades from King’s mouth. “Oh, I don’t think so, Luci. You’re giving me more than that.”
Asshole. However, he’s holding all the cards here. “Fine. Ivan is the enforcer for Andrei Volkov–”
“How do you know all of this?” King interrupts, pausing to look down at Alexie for a moment before his eyes return to me. “Wait. This is Alex, the guy who just left you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Listen to me, King. I never thought things would go as far as they did, I swear. Please, you need to–” An SUV catches my attention before I can say anymore, pulling up right next to us, brakes squealing as it stops.
“What the fuck happened?” Stryker’s yelling as he gets out of the vehicle.
“You’ll have to ask her,” King says sourly as he points to me. “But you’ll have to do it later because we have to save this asshole before we get any answers, apparently.”
Stryker’s eyes move to me. “What is he talking about?” he asks.
“Please, Stryker. Just save him first, I promise I’ll explain everything.” His brows furrow and I can tell he wants to inquire further but stops himself and moves toward Alexie.
His eyes look Alexie up and down, surveying the damage. “King, grab his legs. I’ll get his shoulders. Little Fox, get in the back, and we’ll slide him to you.”
I release my hands from Alexie, rushing to Stryker’s vehicle. As I reach for the door handle, I notice the blood covering my hands. I turn back to see Stryker and King lifting Alexie off the ground. He’s lost so much blood. I can’t lose him. Not now.
I open the door and crawl to sit on the opposite side. Stryker and King carry Alexie over to the SUV and slide him across the seat. Reaching over, I place each hand under his arms and pull him towards me. Once his body is completely in the vehicle, I gently rest his head on my lap. Pressing my hands back onto his shoulder to apply pressure to his wound again. I lean forward, pressing my lips gently to his forehead, whispering, “I love you.”
Sitting in the backseat, I run my fingers through Alexie’s hair as Stryker speeds down the road. We should have arrived at the hospital by now. I look out the window, unfamiliar with the area we’re in. “Where are we?” I direct my question to Stryker.
His light gray eyes glance at me for a moment in the rearview mirror before turning their attention back to the road. “We can’t go to the hospital. There’s a safe house just up ahead,” he informs me in a cold tone.
“He needs a doctor, Stryker. I know a hospital is not the best option right now, but it’s the best chance he has to survive this.”
“I already messaged my guy, and the doctor should be at the house by the time we arrive. He deals with these types of things all the time. Don’t worry, Little Fox, he’ll get the best care,” Stryker tries to reassure me, but blood is still seeping through the shirt pressed to Alexie’s shoulder much too quickly. “Then we’re going to talk about who he is and who you are?” His eyes meet mine for another moment in the mirror.
