Carnal Sin (Bikers of Mayhem #3)

Prologue

NIKOLAI

The sound of heavy rain beating against the building was the only noise that filled the quiet hallways. Occasionally, that silence was broken by the sudden crackling of lightning and roaring of thunder.

The storm was getting closer. It would be right overhead at any moment.

This was the kind of storm that opened up horror movies and slasher films. It was often used to build a sense of fear and dread and serve as a warning that something terrible and frightening was about to take place.

Yet, still they walked on.

Above, the lights flickered, causing every shadow they passed to come alive and appear to follow them as the stranger led the young man deeper into the crumbling building.

They turned into another hallway.

How many was that? Six? Seven?

Nikolai had lost count.

With each door they passed, he could hear the whispers of a thousand secrets. Secrets that Nikoli would soon learn and be forced to keep if he too wanted to survive in this strange and foreign land.

The man leading the way stopped behind a large brown door, knocked once, then let himself in.

“Mikhail, come in. What have you brought me here tonight?” a large man wearing a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled at the elbows, asked in a thick Russian accent. He waved them both in. “Come. Sit.” He motioned toward the one chair sitting in front of his desk.

“Yes, boss. I bring you one, fresh from motherland,” Mikhail said in a matching Russian accent.

He tossed Nikolai’s passport to the man.

“His name is Nikolai Borokov. I think he will be suitable for Diamond Squad.”

The man behind the desk looked up at Nikolai, his interest suddenly piqued.

“He is strapping young man. Blond, blue eyes. Big fucking dick. No jokes, boss. This boy will be popular with the ladies, maybe even a few men if you want to work him like that.”

The man studied Nikolai. His eyes were gray, and he had two large scars running across the left side of his face.

He reminded Nikolai of one of those men his mother had warned him to stay away from as a kid.

Men with scars were dangerous. They were criminals who did bad things and should never be trusted.

But what choice did he have?

“Is this true? You have big cock?” the man asked, switching from English to Russian when saying the word cock.

In his hand, he held a gun. It wasn’t pointed at Nikolai, just resting calmly under his palm.

“Does he speak English?” the scary-looking man asked Mikhail.

“Yes, boss, a little. Enough to understand us speak.”

The boss nodded, then turned his attention back to Nikolai. “So? Is it true? You have a big dick?”

Nikolai nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he had a feeling he should stay quiet and keep his mouth shut.

“Good. We can charge extra for that. And use your Russian accent. Women pay extra for guys from foreign lands.”

The man flipped through Nikolai’s passport, pausing at the picture, then studying the information listed.

“He’s eighteen?”

Mikhail nodded.

“Good. That means he can go a few rounds.” He placed the passport down on his desk, then held out his hand.

Mikhail passed him Nikolai’s wallet.

Letting out a grunt, he placed the passport and wallet into a large manila envelope, then shoved it into his open desk drawer.

“I’ll hold on to these until your debt is paid.”

“My debt?” Nikolai asked. He wasn’t sure what the word meant or why the man was going to hold onto his passport and wallet. This whole night was starting to feel strange.

“Debt,” the man said, waving his hand around like he couldn’t be bothered explaining. “Payment to me for flying you to America, giving you a place to sleep, making sure that you are safe, and that nobody here bothers you. Not even the police.”

Nikolai looked over at Mikhail. He still didn’t understand what the man was talking about.

Mikhail just shook his head.

Letting out a huff as if annoyed, the man behind the desk reached into his other drawer and pulled out a cell phone. He tossed it at Nikolai.

“You keep that phone on you at all times. Mikhail will call you with a time and an address. You be at the address within an hour of his call. Is that understood?”

Nikolai nodded. He had no idea what the man meant or what was going on. He felt so lost and confused.

Did he work for Mikhail now?

Six months ago, Niko had decided that he wanted to move to America. He wanted a better life—to make some money, marry a girl, then have lots and lots of babies.

That was what everyone wanted. Wasn’t it?

A few months later, Niko met Daniil. The man was a wealthy businessman who traveled across the globe, helping people build better lives by moving to the United States.

It was easy, according to Daniil. He had friends living in New York who could hook him up with a job and a nice place to live, and even give him starting-out money so he could buy clothes and food when he first arrived.

The offer was just too good to pass up. So Nikolai kissed his mother and younger sister goodbye, promising to send them money whenever he could.

As promised, once Nikolai arrived in New York, he was picked up by Mikhail and another man who looked like he was ready to go ten rounds in a boxing match.

Nikolai wasn’t sure who the men were, only that they were there to help him settle into his new life in America.

As it turned out, Mikhail was also there to pick up three other people who happened to be on the same flight as him from Russia.

The other three were dropped off at an old apartment building in a neighborhood that looked like it had been through a war of its own. Crumbling buildings, garbage and graffiti everywhere, even people sleeping on park benches.

Seeing such conditions had Nikolai worried and wondering if coming to America had been a mistake. It was in that moment that Mikhail informed him that he was not like the others. He was going to take him to his boss, then they would see where he belonged.

The man behind the desk glared at Nikolai, taking him in from top to bottom.

“You know, I think you are right, Mikhail. This one has the looks and the build to make us a lot of money. Take him to the Madison suite. He can live there with the other one. I don’t want this one getting mixed in with the discount crop.

This one will be a good addition to the Diamond Squad.

” The man looked over at Nikolai. “Only rich pussy for you.”

With that, the man turned to Mikhail, giving him an evil smirk. It was one of those looks villains usually give the hero right before they are led into a dangerous trap.

No longer seeming interested, the boss lowered his head, then continued reading the documents that were on his desk.

Mikhail turned and led him back into the hallway.

“You’re lucky. You’re going to have a much better life here than the others we have already dropped off.”

“What do you mean?” Nikolai asked, following the man down the long hallway. The storm continued to rage outside.

“The boss gave you his blessing. That means that you will only work with our rich, high-end clients. You’ll get to service rich, horny women who aren’t getting fucked by their husbands.

They like the big, strong men to service their needs and distract them from their lonely lives.

” Mikhail gave him a wicked grin. “You’re going to make us a lot of money. ”

“So, I am prostitute?” Nikolai asked, putting two and two together.

“No. You are a male… companion who provides his services to lonely women.” Mikhail continued walking.

The job didn’t seem too bad. He enjoyed having sex. He hadn’t had a lot, but still, he loved fucking pussy. “How much do I get paid?”

“The women pay me, and then I give you money at the end of the week. You get to keep any tips or gifts that the clients give you at the end of the night.”

“The women pay you?” Nikolai asked. It didn’t seem fair that he was doing all the work, yet Mikhail was the one being paid.

Mikhail stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“Yes, the women pay me,” he growled. “I’m the one giving you a free place to live and food in the fridge. Until you pay off your debt, I will be collecting all the money from clients.”

“Money I owe you?” Niko asked, unclear again what money he owed.

“Yes. Coming to America is not cheap. You owe me for the plane ticket, rent, food, electricity, transportation, immigration fees, and many other things,” Mikhail snapped.

Niko felt his stomach drop.

“How much do I owe you?”

An unsettling grin spread across Mikhail’s face.

“I’ll let you know when your debt is paid and you are free to leave.

Until then, you work for me. Oh, and don’t bother going to the police or asking anyone for help.

The police around here hate Russian people and will throw you in jail before they send you back home. Do you want to go back home to Russia?”

Nikolai swallowed hard, then shook his head. He had come to America in search of a better life. So what if he had to prostitute himself for a few months? At least he got to fuck rich and beautiful women.

“Oh, and if you don’t follow the rules and do what I say, I will drive you over to the other building, and you can live there and work the streets. There, they service all sorts of people—men, women, grandmas, and grandpas. Anyone with some cash.”

Nikolai didn’t want to live in that other neighborhood; it didn’t look safe or clean. He liked the thought of fucking hot, rich women who were going to shower him with gifts. It seemed like the better choice.

He was eighteen. Always horny. Always ready to go.

Fucking for money. He was going to make a killing.