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  Vas

  Copyright © 2018 Ker Dukey and K Webster

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  The V Games Cast of Characters

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Books by Ker

  Books by K Webster

  Acknowledgements from Ker Dukey

  Acknowledgements from K Webster

  About Ker Dukey

  About Author K Webster

  The V Games Cast of Characters

  (in order of power and influence)

  The First Families:

  Vasiliev Family—(V Games Host)

  Yuri—Father (52)

  Vera—Mother (45—left them not long after twins were born)

  Vlad—Oldest brother (22)

  Vika—Twin sister (18)

  Viktor—Twin brother (18)

  Vetrov Family

  Yegor—Father (59) Deceased

  Anna—Mother (45) Deceased

  Veniamin “Ven”—Oldest brother (28)

  Niko—Second brother (19) Deceased

  Ruslan—Third brother (18)

  Andru—Brother of Yegor

  Timofei—Cousin, eldest son of Andru

  Rodion—Cousin, son of Andru

  Zahkar—Cousin, adopted son of Andru

  Volkov Family

  Leonid—Father (55)

  Olga—Mother (46)

  Diana—Oldest sister (24)

  Irina “Shadow”—Youngest sister (18)

  Vas—Half-brother (18)

  Anton—Diana’s body guard (51) Deceased

  Voskoboynikov Family

  Iosif—Father (61)

  Veronika—Mother (55)

  Ivan—Oldest brother (30)

  Artur—Youngest brother (28) Deceased

  Alyona—Youngest sister (19)

  The Second Families:

  Orlov Family

  Arkady—Eldest son—(28)

  Koslov Family

  Nestor—Father (55)

  Antonina—Mother (49)

  Stepan—Only son (19) Deceased

  Baskin Family

  Alfred—Father (52) Deceased

  Monica—Mother (47) Deceased

  Kira—Daughter (24) Deceased

  Egorov Family

  Other Characters:

  Darya

  To our vibrant, voluptuous, and vivacious readers…

  Thanks for always playing wicked games with us.

  When the sun sets, it’s the moon’s time to shine.

  Vocal.

  Voracious.

  Vindictive.

  Volkov.

  Past

  Sweat, sticky and slick, coats my skin as I thrust harder.

  “Punish me, Vas,” Vika pants, her voice muffled from being buried in the pillow of her teenage bed.

  She spends more time here than she does at her new home.

  Fucking her was amusing at first. A fuck you to her brother and husband-to-be. I was nothing to them for most of my life—a fighter Vlad took an interest in when he saw me at Rodion and Zahkar’s underground circuit.

  Sweet fucking sixteen. I’d just lost my mother and was looking for ways to survive. I had blood lust and anger issues. I needed a way to channel that anger—to make it work for me. And thanks to a selfless mother, I’d been trained in mixed martial arts from an early age. I was a lethal weapon waiting to be aimed at a target, and Vlad knew it.

  I knew of Ven Vetrov’s cousins, Rodion and Zahkar, from growing up in their shadows.

  The cousins, though, weren’t like the rest of the First Families. They were different—had their own thing going on—and I admired that about them. We became good friends over the years.

  Vlad saw potential in me. He remembered me from our youth and wanted me to be his fighter for The V Games—until he found out who my father was.

  Vlad was pissed when he learned my potential status, and even more angered when I was welcomed into the fold of one of the First Families.

  A son and heir for the Volkov empire.

  Vlad never saw me as equal, so sticking it to Vika gave me a high. Pathetic that I let him have that much power over me. I put it down to being young, but I’m learning fast, and my drive to be better than them is becoming more dominant than wanting to be accepted by them.

  “Harder, Vas. Destroy my pussy.” Vika turns her head to look back at me.

  Her eye makeup is smeared all over her cheeks. I stare down at her ass and give it a few hard spanks to so my dick will stay excited enough to continue fucking her. Curling my arm around her hip, I seek out her clit and give it a pinch. “Yes, more,” she begs.

  I pinch harder and reach forward to yank on her hair. She screams out her release, and I relax before pulling my dick out of her.

  “Did you come?” She sighs, going slack against the covers.

  “Do you care?” I snort.

  “Nope.”

  Pulling the condom from my cock, I drop it in the bin next to her bedside table before jumping from the bed and snatching up my clothes. I head to her shower to wash her scent from my skin. This has to end. I couldn’t even come this time.

  When I get out of the shower, she’s asleep. Thank fuck.

  I slip out of the room and through the Vasiliev estate, stopping when I hear someone crying from the kitchen. It’s soft and female. This isn’t uncommon in this house, but now that my sister lives here, I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t make sure it’s not her.

  Pushing through the closed door, I nearly crash into a woman standing frozen, wide-eyed and buck ass fucking naked, all but a small leather collar around her neck.

  Lights are off, but the floodlights outside filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting every curve of her flawless body.

  She has a cut lip. As I move closer, bruises become apparent on every inch of her.

  Who would want to blemish such beauty?

  “Are you okay?” I ask, frowning, looking around to see where the fuck she appeared from. She’s alone, but I
’ve never seen this woman before. She looks fucking young—too young.

  Is she a sidepiece of Vlad’s?

  That motherfucker.

  The back door opens, and one of Yuri’s security team waltzes inside, cigarette smoke pungent on the small breeze that follows him.

  “Sir.” He nods when he notices me in the room. His eyes drag to the girl. He doesn’t linger on her naked frame. It’s clearly something he sees all the time.

  “Come on. Time’s up,” he barks to her.

  “I didn’t have time to eat,” she murmurs so softly, I’m unsure if I fabricated the response in my mind.

  “I was out there for twenty minutes. That was plenty of time,” he huffs.

  Her thick lashes flutter closed for a moment and her lips move like she’s saying a silent prayer. She finches ever so slightly when he takes her under the arm and ushers her out the door.

  Instincts tell me to go to her aid. Before I can even comprehend what I’m doing, I grab the guy’s arm, halting his movements. His gaze goes to the grip I have on his arm, then up to my eyes. Hard, menacing.

  I could snap his neck in a heartbeat, his body hitting the floor before he even realizes what happened. But I’m new to the fold. I can’t go around killing Vasiliev guards in the Vasiliev fucking manor.

  “Who is she?” I ask, knowing she wouldn’t answer me if I asked her. It’s apparent in the way her eyes drop to the floor like a disciplined slave.

  Fuck. No way can she be a slave they’ve bought. The sick bastards.

  “This is the Vasiliev residence, not Volkov,” the punk in the cheap suit bites out.

  “Let her eat.” I hold back my aggression and instead speak the universal language we all understand: money.

  Slipping out the stack in my pocket, I reel off enough to keep him happy and shove it in the front pocket of his jacket. He grins.

  “I could eat,” he announces, pulling her back to the kitchen. Her allure is strong. I have to fight the urge to follow them. This is a Vasiliev house, not Volkov. It isn’t the place to be demanding slaves be allowed to wear fucking clothes and eat meals, no matter how badly I want to pull my jacket off and cover her with it. Vasiliev men make an example out of people who interfere with their property, and it would be the girl who suffered their wrath, not me. They would make me watch, however, and that’s something I wouldn’t be able to erase from my mind or live with.

  I need more power before I can make moves like this.

  But it’s okay, power is something I intend to have.

  All the fucking power.

  “She’s Daddy’s.” Vika’s voice comes from the stairway. She was silent like a fucking viper waiting to strike.

  “What?” I snap, agitated she snuck up on me without me knowing. I’ve been trained better than that.

  She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “The whore girl. She’s a bought mule Daddy decided to keep. She’s not some damsel in distress.”

  I fucking hate these people. Vika more than most lately.

  “You’re always looking to save people.” She sighs, taking the few steps to stand toe to toe with me.

  Her hands stroke down the lapels of my jacket and she lowers her lashes, licking her lips as she carries on her descent to my dick, which is soft and not in the mood to pretend to be interested in another round.

  “You can save me, Vas,” she coos, all innocent. She’s as far from innocent as they come.

  I snort a laugh. “People need saving from you, not the other way around.”

  A smirk curls up her lip. “Not you, though,” she whispers, reaching up to press her lips against my jaw.

  She’s right. I don’t need saving because she has no hold on me.

  “Goodnight, Vika.” I set her aside and march over to the front door, opening it and disappearing behind it.

  When the cool air hits my skin, I relax. I wasn’t meant for these people. I was meant for people like the girl in there.

  Just because they bought her doesn’t mean they own her. I bet my life on the fact that she didn’t sell her fucking self.

  When I get back to the Volkov mansion, I sigh.

  I shouldn’t have let Vika talk me into going there tonight. Now, the image of the girl from the kitchen is going to play in my mind all night. A wild mane of dark brown hair framing her sweet face. Big brown eyes with flecks the color of honey—too sweet and innocent for the world she’s living in. Fuck.

  I look up at the sky and seek out the brightest star. Mom always said she would be the brightest in the sky so she could light my path even after she’s long gone from the physical world. And I believe her too, because she always had my back.

  Nighttime is my time. It’s where I always thought I belonged, amongst the shadows, the people who live in the moonlight, not the sun.

  My mother was a hard-working woman. A single mother and dirt poor.

  She didn’t come from a prestigious family or have ties to money.

  Every ruble that came in was from working hours cleaning someone else’s house. Feeding other people’s kids. Being used by other women’s men.

  I grew up around kids I wasn’t allowed to be seen with in public. Who I couldn’t play with at the same playground or go to school with. They went to private schools with huge iron gates to keep out the people who didn’t belong.

  Like me.

  They were the rich and powerful. I was the help’s offspring.

  While my mother was stitching the holes in my pants to make them last another year, my peers were throwing designer coats out because that style was last season, despite it never being worn.

  Diana and Irina never made me feel like an outcast or unworthy, but their mother sure did. She didn’t allow me to sit at the same dining table as her daughters.

  I ate in the servant’s kitchen after the masters had all finished.

  They were cultured and traveled the world, skiing at Christmas and sunning themselves on islands they would rent just for them during the summer months.

  A holiday for me was spending a month in the summer with my aunt who lived in Kamchatka Krai. She took us to the beach nearly every day with a packed lunch because it was free. Like Mom, she didn’t have money for luxuries like day trips or holidays.

  She died when I turned twelve. My mother said it was a broken heart, but the truth was, she slit her own wrists when she found out she was pregnant by her master.

  Who wants a bastard kid?

  Fathered by a ruthless, cheating piece of shit?

  My mother, that’s who. My aunt was weak.

  “I’d do it all again and not think twice. He gave me you, Vas.”

  Now, here I am, looking up at the mansion I intend to own soon. Back in the day, we didn’t even get a luxury spare room inside the walls of a mansion built with the possibility of housing a small village. Instead, it housed an entitled man, his miserable wife, and two daughters who had dreams of choices and freedom.

  Only…their dreams, hopes, and pride were snuffed out when opportunities came along to further our father’s agenda—plans to become more than he already was—have more than the millions stacking up in his accounts.

  What’s money and status when you lose everything to have it?

  Seven months later…

  Looking down at my father, no sense of belonging courses through me, just the same dread of knowing his DNA runs in my veins. When I came here, I was hoping to find a family, a sense of validation after spending all my time being on the outside looking in, knowing I was finally one of them. How could I ever want this for myself?

  I disrespected the woman who raised me when I came searching for this man to show me my worth.

  All sons long to be accepted by their father, and there was something buried deep inside me that had a speck of hope he wasn’t the man I knew him to be.

  And he wasn’t. He was worse.

  “You’re spending a lot of time here at the Vasiliev’s estate.”

  I brush m
y hand down my suit jacket and grin. He hates that he doesn’t control me. He wants a relationship like Yuri and Vlad. One where Daddy says jump and we solider to his command. Fuck that. He let me down when he shattered my sister, Diana, by treating her worse than a dog. Re-homing her when she stepped out of line and then fawning over her like it never happened when she brought honor to the Volkov name at The V Games.

  He makes me sick.

  My mother was expendable to him too. She was a deck of cards for him to play with and stack however he saw fit—until she wasn’t needed, then she was stored away and forgotten about.

  “My sister lives here,” I state, giving him a smile. “I enjoy making up for the time I missed with her.”

  He looks pained at this and frowns. “I wish things were different.”

  I don’t. If he had raised me, who would I be now? Would I be the coldhearted bastard he is?

  “Are you not coming in?” I ask, standing at the car, looking down at him still sitting buckled within it.

  “No, I have some business to take care of.”

  He’s been anxious since Yegor’s death. It has me curious, but not enough to offer to go with him. There’s someone I need to see.

  “Okay. I’ll see you at home.”

  He nods and motions for the driver to take off.

  More cars pull in for Yegor’s wake, and I try to get inside before Vika shows, but I’m outwitted by the little heathen. She’s already milling around the foyer and her eyes spot me like she’s been scanning the door awaiting my arrival.

  Vika is another product of her environment.

  She was raised by a ruthless man who sees no worth in women.

  Vika was traded like a camel in the desert, not just once, but twice. He underestimated her, however. Vika is no weak, beaten-down female. She’s a vixen with a dark fire inside her.

  She’s more like her daddy than her brother ever could be.

  Trying to avoid her is futile, so I go over to the drinks table and take a shot. Liquid assistance is a must when around her.

  Dangling a carrot for Vika has been exhausting. She wants more from me, but I don’t have it to give. I’m hoping Yuri will grant her wish for a divorce from Ruslan Vetrov, but it’s highly unlikely.