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  Wrecked

  MINK

  Wrecked

  MINK © 2021

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  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  Wrecked

  Chapter 1

  Solomon

  Chapter 2

  Petal

  Chapter 3

  Solomon

  Chapter 4

  Petal

  Chapter 5

  Solomon

  Chapter 6

  Petal

  Chapter 7

  Solomon

  Chapter 8

  Petal

  Chapter 9

  Solomon

  Chapter 10

  Petal

  Chapter 11

  Solomon

  Chapter 12

  Petal

  Chapter 13

  Solomon

  Chapter 14

  Petal

  Chapter 15

  Solomon

  Chapter 16

  Petal

  Chapter 17

  Solomon

  Chapter 18

  Petal

  Chapter 19

  Solomon

  Chapter 20

  Petal

  Chapter 21

  Solomon

  Chapter 22

  Petal

  Epilogue

  Also by MINK

  About the Author

  Wrecked

  MINK

  Fighting is my life. All I’ve known for the past few years is the sensation of using my fists to subdue my opponents. I’ve known pain, too. Enough for a lifetime. I’m paying off a debt, one that was never mine to begin with. But it’s mine now, and I won’t let my family down. I fight, and I’ll keep fighting, no matter the cost.

  Until she’s thrown into my arms. A princess who shouldn’t be in this violent, vicious world I inhabit. I’m supposed to wreck her, this innocent beauty who makes me feel things other than pain. Other than anger. In fact, she makes me weak, because when I look at her, I imagine a world outside my cage.

  A woman like Petal was never meant to be mine. Not in this life. I was ordered to hurt her in countless ways. But once I get a taste of her, turns out I’m the one who’s wrecked. Utterly, completely destroyed by love.

  1

  Solomon

  Pain careens through my eye socket as I take a punch I should’ve blocked. But I have a plan, one that requires a sacrifice blow. So I give it.

  When Gragev lands the punch, I stumble back. He smirks, his own eyebrow busted, and moves in closer.

  That’s when I strike. With a hard swing, I pull all the strength from my core and telegraph it into my fist. I feel the impact, hear the crack of his jawbone as it shatters, and then watch him tumble backwards.

  His eyes roll up in his head as the crowd around me loses its fucking mind. Yells of triumph and anguish as my opponent goes down hard. Lights out. He’s done.

  “King Solomon wins again!” Vasili enters the ring, his yell lost in the roar.

  I don’t raise my fists in triumph, don’t gloat over my wrecked competitor. Instead, I do what I always do—I walk away. Leave the ring and push my way through the guys congratulating me or threatening me, depending on how their bets went.

  “You made me a lot of money!”

  “I really thought you’d go down this time.”

  “Your lucky streak’s going to end, and when it does, you’re dead.”

  “Vasili’s trained dog.” The man spits at my feet.

  I keep walking until the cool air at the back of the warehouse hits me and the doors to the crowded arena slam shut behind me. I hate the smell of this place, the fucking reeking scent of violence, money, and blood. But it’s the life I have to live to pay off a debt, one that I owe to Vasili.

  Sitting on the bench, I grunt as Doc strides up to me. He’s old, his hair white and his skin wrinkled, and I’m certain he’s not a real doctor, but he fixes me up after every match.

  “Didn’t need to take that hit.” He pulls up a folding metal chair and sits in front of me, his knees creaking as he opens his black duffel bag. “Could’ve lost your eye.”

  I shrug.

  He arranges some gauze, alcohol, and syringes. “How much longer, Solomon?” He wipes the sweat from my face with a small towel, then starts dabbing away the blood around my eye. “Your body can’t take this kind of abuse so often. It’ll break down. Hell, I’m surprised you’ve survived a couple of these matches.”

  He’s right. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to keep fighting until I’ve paid my debt. Once that’s done, I’ll walk away, leave this fucking pit, and never look back.

  “There’s my killer!” Vasili pushes through the doors, the crowd in the arena dispersing. “You did good. Better than I thought.” He stands beside Doc.

  “You’re in my light.” Doc looks up at him.

  Vasili raises his hand to strike.

  I block the blow and grab his wrist. “I need him.” My voice is low, like gravel under a hard boot sole.

  Vasili’s dark eyes narrow for a moment, then he relents and backs away a step. “Gotta keep my fighter in top shape. I can’t disagree there.”

  Doc sighs and goes back to work on me.

  “You did such a great job tonight, I’ve got a little gift for you.”

  I don’t like the sound of that. Gifts are never freely given. Not in this world.

  “Look excited, Solomon.” Vasili grins. “This gift is—” He does a chef’s kiss on the tips of his fingers. “Let’s just say you’re going to enjoy it. And I’m going to enjoy what you do with it. It’s not often you get to fuck over the Callistos.”

  “What is it?” I ignore the antiseptic burn from Doc’s gauze.

  “I happened to find a little lost kitten.” Vasili’s grin spreads wider. “She was wandering far from home. I was able to pluck her up before Mama or Daddy Kitty even knew she was gone. And now I’m giving her to you, my fiercest fighter. An animal.” He does a little dance. “I can’t wait to tell Carlo Callisto, all about what happened to his sweet, innocent kitten.”

  I grunt as Doc starts stitching me up.

  Vasili grimaces. “You know how I feel about needles.” He turns his back and strides to the door. “She’ll be waiting for you in your room. Have a good time, Solomon. Ruin that little kitten so I can send her back to her father with your teeth marks all over her and your filthy cum in her cunt.” He pauses at the doors. “Got it?”

  I don’t respond.

  He takes that as agreement and struts back into the arena.

  I settle in for the rest of the stitches and try to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with my brand-new kitten.

  2

  Petal

  I stare down at my scuffed shoes, knowing Mother is going to be livid that I’ve dirtied them. I lick my thumb and try to rub the mark out but have no luck. I startle at a loud sound outside the door. I strain to listen and realize it’s people talking, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying.

  I swallow hard. Fear tries to curl around my heart and stifle me. I can’t let it. I focus on my mom. What happened to her? Worry gnaws away at my thoughts.

  One second she was next to me and the next she was gone. She must have forgotten I was with her. That’s the only reason I can think of for her leaving my si
de. It isn’t often she takes me with her into the city. As much as I don’t enjoy most of the time we spend together, I had been excited for the rare trip outside of the estate.

  What if something bad happened to her as well? When I realized I was alone, I tried to find her in the upscale department store. Then I was being grabbed from behind, a bag put over my head and hauled off. Scuffed shoes and all.

  Now here I am. I’m still not sure where here is. Besides a few gropes from whoever took me, so far I’ve been unharmed. A chill slips up my spine when I recall the dirty things the men said about me. They went into detail about what they would do to me if given the chance.

  My hands start to shake as I recall every word. The tight plastic bands around my wrists dig into my skin the more I move around. A sense of panic hits me, but I take a deep breath and try not to have a breakdown. It’s the last thing I need in this situation.

  My eyes stay trained on the door, and I wonder if I should try the handle. I’m sure they would have locked it. I was dropped on an oversized chair before they ripped the bag off my head. The man who pulled it off was giddy with excitement at seeing me. This must have something to do with my papa.

  That would be the only reason they would have taken me. To use me against him. Thinking of the worry he must be feeling makes my stomach hurt. My eyes start to sting with tears. But I know my papa will be relentless in his search for me. And whoever took me will pay a hefty price for what they’ve done.

  I pray that at any moment he might come bursting into the room. Where did Duncan go? My papa always has a guard on me. Duncan is my shadow anytime I take a step out of the house. I should have known from the second I didn't see him that something was wrong.

  Taking a deep breath, I try to focus on the here and now. On escape.

  The room I’m in really gives me nothing to go on. There’s a shower in one corner and a few chairs scattered about. A few bags sit on a counter in front of a giant mirror. I lean forward, trying to see what the faded drops on the floor are. My stomach turns when it dawns on me what they are. Blood splatters.

  There’s no controlling the shaking now. I start to lose feeling in a couple of my fingers as they turn a dark red. I’m going to die. I failed myself. All this time I was trying to escape my mother. Thinking of a plan to get free. I’m too late. Only one person will mourn or even miss me. He’s also the only man that could possibly save me. My papa.

  I yelp when the door suddenly flies open and hits the wall with a loud thud. A man bigger than life comes striding into the room. His dark gaze settles on me instantly. He’s shirtless. My mouth goes dry. I’m not sure if it’s from fear or the sight of him. Blood and sweat drip down all the hard ridges and lines of his body. His breathing starts to grow heavy as we continue to stare at one another. Someone must have hurt him, too.

  He steps farther into the room, grabbing the door and slamming it shut once again. Still he says nothing, but his eyes never leave me for a moment. A squeak comes from me when he heads right for me. I push back as far as I can in the chair, but there’s nowhere for me to go. I’m at this big, roughly handsome man’s mercy.

  One of his massive hands wraps around my forearm, and I shriek. His brow wrinkles, but he doesn’t let go.

  This close up, I can see all the scars that not only litter his body but his hands too. All of his knuckles are angry, and the skin is torn. With one hard yank, he frees my wrist from the binds.

  “Thank you.” I stutter the words out. To my surprise, he starts to rub my wrist where the cords have dug into my skin. I try to pull my hands back, but he doesn’t release me at first. I don’t try to fight him. What would be the point? I'm guessing whoever he got in a fight with is worse off than him. I don’t want to be next.

  “Have you been taken too?” I ask.

  “Something like that.” He steps back and walks over to turn the shower on. My mouth drops open when he strips off his remaining clothes, revealing every hard inch of him before he steps under the stream of water. My eyes run down the length of him, trying not to settle on any one particular spot.

  “Like what you see, princess?”

  I gasp, jerking my gaze away from his backside. I didn’t know one’s butt could be all muscles as well. I expect him to laugh or chuckle over my response. It’s something Duncan or my mother would do, but he doesn't.

  “My dad will pay whatever ransom you offer.” I try to keep my voice even, but it still trembles.

  He grunts and gives a small shake of his head.

  I guess money’s not going to work. Not with him, anyway.

  The water shuts off a few minutes later. I keep my eyes on the floor and try not to stare at him. I’ve never seen a man as raw as him, and I’ve seen a lot of rough men over the years. There’s something different about him. I’m just not sure what that is.

  “What’s your name?” His voice is low, like some sort of illicit caress.

  I finally get the nerve to look at him again. He has a line of stitches along one eyebrow, the skin an angry crimson, like the wound just happened. He’s now dressed in jeans and a black shirt. It stretches tightly across his chest, doing nothing to hide his size. He reaches down and grabs a lock of my hair and begins rubbing it between his fingers. “Name.”

  “Petal.”

  He releases my hair. “Of course it is.”

  “Sorry?” How else am I supposed to respond to that?

  “Do you want to live, Petal?”

  I nod.

  He offers me one of his banged-up hands. I don’t even have to think about it, I immediately take it. He hasn't been cruel to me yet. Maybe if I can get on his good side, I’ll find a way out of here.

  He pulls me to my feet. “You belong to me now.” With a hard shove, he backs me up until I’m against the wall.

  I yelp as he cages me in, his arms on either side of me. My knees go weak, and I can’t tell if I’m hot or cold, afraid or turned on.

  “Say you belong to me.” His gaze darts to my lips.

  I wet them.

  He groans.

  “I-I belong to you.”

  He smirks. “Good girl.”

  Why do those words send heat spiraling lazily along my spine and between my thighs?

  “Now scream.”

  I blink. “What?”

  “I said scream,” he growls. When he punches the wall beside my head, the impact rattling through me, I do what he says and scream.

  He watches, his eyes devouring me as I release my tension in a loud, drowning wail.

  3

  Solomon

  She smells like something I’ve forgotten. A taste of sugar and a vein of forbidden, something magical and pure. Something a man like me can’t touch. Not now. Not after all I’ve done.

  I know what Vasili wants me to do to her. But the moment I saw her, I knew I wouldn’t be able to follow through. She’s like a shard of pure light in my utter darkness, and I’ll fight like hell to keep her that way.

  Only problem is, Vasili is skilled at getting what he wants. If he wants her roughed up, fucked, and debased, it will happen. The only question is, who’s going to do it to her? If not me, then it’ll be someone.

  “Is that enough?” She’s stopped screaming, her big eyes looking up at me.

  “For now.” I back away, and she takes a deep breath, that little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips again.

  “Why?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why am I screaming?”

  I run a hand through my short hair. “You’re here for a reason.” Backing up, I sit on my bed and just look at her. Petal. Of course that’s her name. And she’s just as soft as one, not that I remember what a flower feels like. I know pain, brutality, and violence. Not sweetness. Not Petal.

  “What’s the reason?” She steps forward hesitantly, her gaze focused on me.

  Does she think I’m going to jump at her? The thought almost makes me smile. I’m the most dangerous man in this compound, but I’m no threat to her.
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  “The reason, princess, is that Vasili brought you here for me to wreck you. Those are his orders. After that, he’ll send you back to your daddy.”

  “Wreck me?” She sinks onto the only cushioned chair in my room. “Like, you mean …” Her cheeks turn flaming red, highlighted by the sunset glowing in my high, narrow window overhead. “You mean wreck me,” she whispers.

  “Precisely.” I sigh and lie back on my bed. Staring at the ceiling is the smart move here, because the more I look at my little princess, the better the proposition sounds. A night with her? A night to make her scream my name and beg for my cock? Yes, I think that sounds pretty fucking good. But she doesn’t know me. I don’t know her. And I will never force a woman. So, yeah, staring at the ceiling is the safe bet.

  I take a deep breath.

  She appears above me, her hair falling around her head in a halo. “Are you going to sleep?”

  “No.” I want to run my fingers through that too-soft hair.

  “Good. I have questions.” She turns and pulls a chair up and sits beside my bed. “Now, who’s Vasili? Where are we? Why are you in this room? Why are you all beat up? Why did this Vasili person direct you to hurt me? Couldn’t he just do it himself? And how are we going to escape?”

  I snort a small laugh at her last question. “What makes you think I want to escape?”

  She purses her lips, clearly thinking. “Because,” she starts slowly. “Because you look like a caged animal. Like you aren’t here because you want to be. And—” She holds up a finger as if she’s making a big point. “You said Vasili ordered you to hurt me. If you were free, you wouldn’t be taking orders.”