Becoming Mrs. Blackstone

Becoming Mrs. Blackstone

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"With all the heat coming from his eyes, I'm surprised the garage does not catch fire. I take long gulps of the cold night air when we finally reach the exits. For a moment there, Mr. Dark and Dangerous looked like he wanted to swallow me whole…" ********** Strong, powerful, filthy rich and ruthless are qualities that do not even begin to describe Luca Blackstone, Capo of the American crime syndicate. After suffering unimaginable torture in the hands of Romanov Anton, then Bratva Enforcer, during his time in prison, he has just one agenda. Eliminate the man that destroyed his life and killed off his parents then wipe out every trace of family he has left. Skylar Romanov is at the top of his kill-list. The twenty year old daughter of a Russian monster is fast becoming the object of a very dark obsession–his obsession. He vows to own her completely, body soul and mind. He plans to break her resolve. He craves her total surrender. The little Russian minx proves to be his most difficult conquest. But what belongs to Blackstone forever belongs to Blackstone and she belongs to him. She's mine. Checkmate, baby. Skylar Romanov has been sheltered and protected for all her life. Her entire life comes crashing down and she is forced to live with the one man responsible for the possible death of her father. He wishes to have her surrender but she vows to fight him every step of the way. She vows to make herself immune to the dark, alluring power that practically oozes from Luca Blackstone. Becoming Mrs. Blackstone spins a spellbinding tale of lies, deceit, secrets and passion – very illicit passion. When two arrogant souls collide, sparks are sure to fly. Will she finally give in to Mr. Dark and deadly?

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Chapter 1

The Beginning...

Cold.

So much cold.

It seeps through my scanty, torn shirt and burns through my skin, chilling my nerves and bloodstream. 

 It makes my bones ache and my teeth chatter with a resilient rhythm. I lie on the concrete floor, my hair hanging in dark, frozen icicles down my stiff face. I can barely blink my eyes. My sixteen year old, once powerful frame rattles helplessly, in time with the depressing sounds of ice drops that fall against the tiny window of my cell.

  Winter in Russia is horrible. Winter in a Russian prison is a total nightmare. The cold makes you numb. Your lips, limbs and even eyelashes become completely numb.

This is not the conventional Russian prison, mind you. It is more like an illegal cell facility, established by the Russian crime syndicate, the Bratva. Here, petty crimes and big crimes are punished in equal measure, no matter the age of the offender.

In the cell next to mine, a ten year old boy is held—for stealing a loaf of bread from the local markets under Bratva territory, after having stayed hungry for six days. I hear his whimpers sometimes, when the men go in there and do whatever they do to him for stealing.

He never cries. I've never heard him cry. He just whimpers.

According to the Bratva, they cannot have little riff raffs like us meddling in their business.  Myoffence is minor. Atleast I feel it is. It is something that happens everyday on these streets. But I slipped up and got caught. 

 I can still hear the steady dripping sounds the blood made as it streamed from my fingers to the cracked tile floor of our shabby apartment.

 My mother died three years ago. She died after suffering and toiling fruitlessly on the hard Bratva streets. She was a loyal citizen. Paid her tax on time. Gave what fucking belonged to Cesar, to Cesar.

 One night however, I remember I did not have anything to eat the entire day and my poor mother, bless her soul, could no longer stand the growling of my empty stomach.

So she left I and my whore of a sister at home, with the promise of a hot meal when she returned. That was the biggest mistake she ever made. That night changed my life forever. 

But I do not blame my mother. I never do. I followed her. I could not help the itch that developed at the back of my neck at the thought of her out alone in the cold and dark. 

When she went out the door, I put on my one and only winter gear—an old, musty sweater, and I walked stealthily behind her to keep her safe—or so I thought.

Thirteen years old and scared to death with absolutely no skill on how to defend myself, I tiptoed behind my Ma until she got to some convenience store where she attempted to steal a bag of tomatoes, perhaps to make her signature hot sauce.

The itch at the back of my neck intensified and I knew something really bad was going to happen.

She was caught, and I can swear that the 'pop, pop!' sounds that came from the Bratva Enforcer's gun as he emptied bullets into my mother's brains still haunts me until this very day.

 I can swear that the cold, psychotic glint that came from his evil gray eyes will stay with me forever.

 I trudged back home with a cold heart and heavy feet to tell my sister that our mother was gone, only to find her sucking the cock of some homeless man, perhaps for a twenty dollar bill.  While my mother lay cold and dead on the streets, her daughter was making money to buy herself more crack.

I lost it.

I do not remember how it happened but I held my sister by the hair while I punched my still developing fists repeatedly into the face of the homeless bag of scum. I was tall for my age, and strong too. But I had nothing on a three hundred and fifty pound man.

He had me by the throat in no time, pinned my arms into our dingy single sofa, ripped open my shorts and was about to force his slimy dick into me. My sister, probably high on cocaine, cheered him on. I remember closing my eyes as blind, blood curdling rage heated my bloodstream. 

My fingers wrapped around the nearest weapon, a three pronged fork and I stabbed the body part of the low life scum that was closest to me. His down turned palm. He yelped, his high pitched scream filling the apartment. I didn't give him time to recover. I jumped on his back, holding on to the abundant rolls of his disgusting body fat and drove the fork over and over into the side of his neck.

I drove it into his chest, his back and neck, crushing his windpipe. I finally released him and he wrapped his battered palm around his neck, trying to staunch the blood that flowed so freely. He gurgled, spewing disgusting blood all over the tattered carpet and the cracked wall of our apartment.  I heard another muffled giggle behind me and I knew my slut of a sister, Brenda was her name, was not going to live.

I tightened my bruised fingers around the fork and advanced towards her. The rest, as they say, is history.

 And why I say my offence was minor? Low life scums like Brenda and her disgusting lover are killed every damned day on these streets. 

But you have to be smart enough not to get caught. I do not see their death as an offense anyways. I see it as a cleanse. I just rid the Earth of two extremely useless individuals.

 But I was thirteen and stupid. And Brenda screamed too loudly when I drove the fork into her stupid neck. So I was caught. By the same Enforced that killed my mother. 

He walked through the open door of our apartment, took one look at the dead bodies on the floor, the blood that decorated almost every nook of the tiny space and the bloody fork in my hand, then he shot me. On the fucking arm.

 He dragged me out of the apartment and I knew my fate was sealed. I was going to die a very horrible death and today was the day.

However, I was merely thrown into this hellhole, with barely minimal medical attention given to my arm.

I survived another three years, quite surprisingly.Three years of pain and torture.Three years of emptiness and cold.

I always harbour hopes that I would be recruited as one of the Bratva soldiers, even as a low class captain.

But that was never meant to be. Fate had other plans.

The still conscious part of my mind registers the distinct clang of my cell door as it is being opened. My cold heart begins to drum a crazy rhythm against my chest.

I can barely hear the muttered curses of the man above me as he tries to remove my handcuffs. Shards of ice cold pain shoot up my arm when he grabs my wrists and I wince inwardly.

  After I cried helplessly on the cold street three years ago as I watched the life bleed out of my mother's eyes, I made a vow. Nobody is ever going to gain the satisfaction of seeing or hearing my pain.

I might groan, wince or even scream in agony, but only my mind would ever be treated to those sounds.

Nobody else deserves to hear it.

In these last moments, I wonder how I am going to die. Will I be shot in the head? Tortured? Electrocuted? 

I will my frozen eye lids open when I feel a rough tap on my shoulder and I look up and into the cold, evil eyes of the same Enforcer.

 Cold fury shoots through me, warming my insides and I want to punch him, to give him even a quarter of the pain he's given me. But my frozen limbs refuse to cooperate.

 I lie there, battered and bruised by endless days of torture, frozen stiff by cold and at the mercy of a monster. Romanov Antonio.

I wait and wait, with my breath held and thighs clenched, for him to unload bullets into my exposed back, my face schooled into a tight, though weak, expression— an outright refusal to surrender.

 The Enforcer merely shakes his head, clearly not impressed by my weak show of bravery. Then he lifts me from the ground with one push and throws my weak frame over his shoulder.

He exits the cell and resumes walking to only God knows where.

We pass endless metal doors of other prison cells and I shut my eyes, feeling the life begin to drain from my tired limbs. He stops abruptly and my eyes fly open, taking in my surroundings.

 I realise that we had long left the dark and dreary prison yard. We are in a more opulent area. Cold air blasts from the AC despite the cold. I'm not surprised. Heartless monsters rule this place.

The floor is covered in expensive, shiny marble. Glass paneled stairs and walls gleam from the overhead lights.

The Enforcer stops right in front of a heavy oak door. Hushed voices can be heard from the inside. One is obviously hard and raised in anger while the other is light with laughter, though still tense.

He knocks twice, squeezing my already frozen thighs with his left arm. The voices behind the door grow silent for a moment until a heavily accented one calls out a hushed "come in".

 The Enforcer steps into the room and warm air from the vents hit me, warming my frozen limbs. He dumps me on the polished wood floor and I land with a startled 'oomph', pain shooting up my empty stomach and stiff arm.

He beats a hasty retreat, leaving me to the mercy of my new companions. The coward.

 The first man, obviously Russian, with dark hair, brown eyes and a mouth twisted with contempt eyes me with a hateful look.

The second man. I can swear he's American. There is something different about him. Instead of the normal soldier's garb that men of the Russian mafia wear regularly, he has on a custom made three piece suit and gleaming leather Oxfords.That suit probably costs twenty thousand dollars, give or take.

Yes, I know a bit about fashion. Bratva prisoners are given fashion magazines once a week, the only form of entertainment we are ever allowed to get. I love to read, so I seize the opportunity to lay my eyes on a few letters when ever I can.

He looks as shiny as a new coin. But no matter how hard he tries to hide it, the sadistic gleam that glints just behind his dark blue eyes gives him away.

His stance screams, "this is one man you do not want to mess with".

I look on in confusion as both men sign papers and exchange handshakes.

It's all over within a short few minutes and I'm soon shoved into a waiting limo. Everything happens in a blur but I'm soon to discover that there's colour and beauty beyond the depressing walls of the Bratva prison.

 There is blood and death too. But those I can handle. Those, I have known all my life.

As the luxurious private jet I am currently ensconced in taxies out of the Russian runway, I look up and into the silent dark blue eyes of my saviour. Or captor. I'm not really certain at the moment.

He's been watching me deeply for the past few hours.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze.

In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear.

I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache.

My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path.

Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

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Blaq
Hello, everyone!!! The second part of this book will be uploaded from next month. Meanwhile, do check out my other books, “Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession” and “Pregnant and Trapped by Her Ruthless Billionaire.” Thank you!!
2023-07-17 05:25:52
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curioust
Oh Blaq, when can we expect the second book from this series?? I really hope that it is coming, SOON!!!
2023-07-07 23:09:15
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tlhogi_143
Dear author. Do Not Sleep On This Book. I hope there's already a sequel to this in the works!! I enjoyed it.
2023-07-07 15:16:38
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tlhogi_143
I very much appreciate books with few chapters but I wish this one had more chapters. It is really good author, well done!!
2023-07-07 13:15:22
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Ozlem
When will the 2nd book start or be uploaded?
2022-12-10 04:26:58
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30 Chapters
The Beginning...
Cold.So much cold.It seeps through my scanty, torn shirt and burns through my skin, chilling my nerves and bloodstream. It makes my bones ache and my teeth chatter with a resilient rhythm. I lie on the concrete floor, my hair hanging in dark, frozen icicles down my stiff face. I can barely blink my eyes. My sixteen year old, once powerful frame rattles helplessly, in time with the depressing sounds of ice drops that fall against the tiny window of my cell. Winter in Russia is horrible. Winter in a Russian prison is a total nightmare. The cold makes you numb. Your lips, limbs and even eyelashes become completely numb.This is not the conventional Russian prison, mind you. It is more like an illegal cell facility, established by the Russian crime syndicate, the Bratva. Here, petty crimes and big crimes are punished in equal measure, no matter the age of the offender.In the cell next to mine, a ten year old boy is held—for stealing a loaf of bread from the local markets under Brat
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Chapter One – A Capo's Power
CHAPTER ONE…CAPO'S POWERNew YorkTen Years Later…Everyone have different ways of dealing with grief. Some bawl their eyes out. Some shed crocodile tears. Others go into deep depression.Few people show no emotion. Even if the pain threatens to claw its way through their insides and make itself known, they show no emotion.And I am "few people". I watch as his coffin is being lowered into the hard, unforgiving Earth.My father.My mentor.My anchor. For the past ten years, he and Ricardo have been the only constants in my life. It feels like I've always looked up to him my entire life. Hell, I was practically always glued to his side. But it all ended too soon. Way too soon.We had ten years together. Ten very short years. I thought he was invincible. He had undoubtedly shown me over the past few years of our time together that he was the hardest man to kill. But he did not see it coming. No one did. The bullet hit him square on the head, completely shattering his skull struc
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Chapter Two — Discovery and Deceit
London"Father's been acting strange all week."Yulia pauses the smooth motion of the brush she's been running through my hair and meets my worried gaze in the mirror."How do you mean?"I huff."Oh, don't act like you haven't noticed. He's always looking worried. He barely eats, sweats alot and he does not even look me in the eye when he's talking to me anymore."I run my fingers through the smooth surface of my dresser."Something's definitely wrong, Yulia. And from the looks of it, it's bad."I stare at Yulia earnestly through the mirror, willing her to agree with me.She purses her lips for a while, contemplating my words."Well, you're right about one thing. Something's not right."I heave a sigh of relief. Atleast I've not been imagining things."Want to go snooping?"Yulia's already wide eyes widens even more. She has such beautiful eyes.Yulia is just drop dead beautiful, full stop. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up as my personal maid."What exactly would you gain from that
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Chapter Three – The Truth Unfettered.
New YorkThey say it is often difficult to find somebody that shares your pain. Somebody that shares your desires, and in my case, somebody that shares my want for vengeance.I guess I'm just lucky to have that one person, my best friend and closest confidant, Ricardo.I know this mission is as important to him as it is to me. Romanov had personally seen to it that Ricardo and I were tortured and starved during our days in prison.All the horrendous things he'd done to us flashes through my mind and I can swear Ricardo knows what I'm thinking because his eyes darken with pain...and fury, his fingers clenching tightly over the leather of the Italian sofa.I sit back in my chair, letting his news sink in. I'm shocked, extremely so, but the deviant gleam in my best friend's eyes tells me that Ricardo is not playing around.He sloshes the remnants of his beer in the nearly empty bottle, his calculative blue gaze sharp with focus.I lean in on the opaque, glass table, finally finding my v
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Chapter Four — Plan In Motion
New YorkI get to my feet and walk down to the bank of floor to ceiling windows that give my office a magnificent view of Central Park."We're not up against an ordinary enemy here. Romanov is smart... too smart, I must say."Ricardo begins tapping a foot against the marble floors."That is where you come in, boss. You will marry Romanov's daughter in place of Ramsey Mikhailov. But for that to happen, we need a foolproof plan.""It would be easier if you were up against just one enemy." Thelma says quietly.Ricardo and I turn to her."Excuse me?" I ask. Thelma sighs."Romanov is not a strong enough opponent compared to his Personal Assistant and Chief Adviser."Her eyes darken with contempt,"That man is pure evil. He's the brain power behind most of Romanov's best, well laid plans. Richard Smollett. The demon in a suit."I eye her thoughtfully,"Smollett. Now why does that name sound so familiar?" Ricardo asks"Because it is."Ricardo gives me a sharp look from across the room."How
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Chapter Five – One Night of Freedom
LondonDarkness. Total darkness.That's the feeling you get when your life is coming to a complete end.All I feel is a soul crushing dark void.A void that threatens to swallow me whole.Ever since Dad told me — commanded me, to marry Ramsey Mikhailov, a wet blanket has fallen over my world. I've dreamt of freedom for as long as I can remember. Dad promised me my freedom by the time I turn twenty. I've dreamt of walking barefoot on an open beach, travelling, seeing new places — meeting new people. Now all those dreams seem so far away. In another life. I looked up Ramsey Mikhailov after Dad and his two faced P.A. roused me from my fainting feat and explained to me that getting married to this total stranger is my best option — my only option, if I want to stay alive. But just like the Blackstone guy, there's no information on him on the net. Nothing. Nada. I do not even know what he looks like and I'm getting married to this man in two days.The preparations for the wedding are b
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Chapter Six – Mr. Dark and Dangerous
London."That was him, wasn't it?"Ricardo's low voice intrudes in my thoughts as he comes around to stand beside me. I remain silent, gazing intently at the exit, willing the blue eyed goddess that just disappeared through to make another stunning entrance.Fuck!I've had my share of beautiful women but no one rivals the effortless beauty of this dark haired siren. No one even comes close. She looks like a little fucking temptress in that dress. A temptress I would love spread eagle on my bed – bare assed naked.Her blue eyes sparkle brighter than the famous blue diamond itself. Eyes so expressive, I know she's probably dissecting my personality right about now. I shut my eyes briefly, recalling that split moment when I took notice of her. She had come down from the fancy car just as we drove into the garage. She stood out almost immediately. Like a fucking beacon in the midst of the garage's drab background.Through the tinted windows of my Aston Martin, my eyes feasted on her plump
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Chapter Seven – Mr Dark and Dangerous (II)
LondonHow do people describe arousal?Some say it's the heady, sexual tension they feel when they're really into the opposite sex…or same sex. It really doesn't matter.Others describe it as the delicious stimulation they get when special attention is being paid to their most private organs.Arousal, to me, are the mind numbing spasms that rock my body when I turn slightly to find a particularly intense gray gaze fixed on me. Arousal is this desperate and rather illogical need to strip him of that suit and feed his butt-naked form to my greedy eyes.The prickly sensation in my neck intensifies. I'm being watched alright. By a certain devilishly handsome Greek god. My heart begins a crazy gallop against my chest and I grip the table tight, willing my enraged heartbeat to slow down. He's seated a few tables away, with the same handsome gentleman that spoke with him earlier. He twirls the remnants of wine in his glass with lean fingers, his fingers rubbing against his lips in that knee
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Chapter 8 – Mr. Dark and Dangerous (III)
LONDON.I cannot help it. I scream. They pay me no attention. Marcus recovers from the initial shock and begins fighting back, throwing punches that Mr. Dangerous dodges so expertly. I look around in desperation, trying to see why no one has come to intervene. At this rate, they might probably pummel themselves to death. The restaurant has gone deathly silent, it's posh clientele watching the brawl in awe.I look through the sea of faces, sighting the handsome man who spoke with the Dark god earlier. He's sipping from a glass of red wine, his face, a clear picture of boredom as he watches the scene. What is wrong with these people?!Marcus and his opponent are merely staring each other down now. Fists have been subdued for the meantime. My chest clench in horror when I take in his swollen cheeks and broken lips. The stranger on the other hand appears like he just engaged in a slight scuffle – not a strand of hair out of place. The only sign that indicates that he just about brought t
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Chapter Nine – Mr. Demanding
LONDONAlot of shocking things have happened in my life lately. My father has an alliance with the criminal underworld – albeit a forceful one. Yulia has been keeping secrets about the Mafia and I'm about to be married off to some Russian criminal prince. All these are enough to drive a girl right down the crazy lane. In this moment, however, nothing shocking rivals being referred to as 'my woman' by this insanely handsome god.I tried to ignore the fact that he was ready to let Marcus take the fall for his actions. God knows I tried to deal with the incredibly bias guard without getting him involved. But all my efforts went down the drain the moment he said those words. 'My woman'.I try to steel my treacherous body against the absurdly delicious thrill those words send down my spine. I wrench my mind from conjuring images of what it would feel like to actually belong to this man. To be owned, taken and dominated wholly by him. I take in his smug look and confident stance in one sw
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