Grimm (Dixie Reapers MC, Book 17)
by Harley Wylde
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Action & Adventure
Date Published: 9/23/2022
About the Book:
Oksana – Growing up in the Bratva wasn’t easy, especially for a
woman. At twenty, I thought I’d get married soon. Start my own family.
All approved by my family, of course. It never occurred to me, my father
would implicate me in his shady dealings, or that I’d be punished in
the most severe way. So I run, with the help of a friend, and go straight to
the Dixie Reapers. I don’t know what I expected. Certainly not for a
sexy man to make my heart flutter, or make me wish for things I
shouldn’t. I’m pretty sure I’m falling for him. Grimm will
do his best to keep me safe, but who’s going to protect my
heart?
Grimm –The Bratva is in my rearview, where I want them to stay. I
haven’t heard from my last remaining relative in a long, long time. So
when Nikolai sends Oksana to me, it’s a bit of a shock, to say the
least. But the more I get to know her, the more protective I feel. In my
gut, I know she’s mine. The Bratva can try to take her if they
want… anyone who comes for my woman better have their affairs in
order. I’ll put every last one of them in the ground.
WARNING: Grimm is part of the Dixie Reapers MC series and is intended for
readers 18+ due to adult situations and bad language. Sensitive readers
should proceed with caution. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed
HEA.
Read an Excerpt:
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Copyright ©2022 Harley Wylde
Oksana
No matter how scared I felt, I couldn’t show it. Growing up in the
Bratva, I’d learned early these men fed on fear. The more terrified
you were, the more empowered they became. I’d stand here, listen to
everything they said, then once I was alone again, I’d throw up and
bawl my eyes out.
Nikolai did his best to shield me, but it wasn’t enough. Not this
time. Feliks may have softened since marrying Raina, but to the rest of us,
he remained a monster. And now, he held my life in his hands. Why? Because
my father decided to gamble with the Bratva and lost in a big way. Not only
had he lost his ranking and had his wealth stripped, but he’d
forfeited his family as well.
My sixteen-year-old sister couldn’t contain her tears. They ran
freely down her cheeks as she sobbed and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Feliks seemed unmoved, flipping through the papers on his desk. What would
become of us? I’d already heard what happened to our mother. Would our
fate be the same?
“Yulia Romanov, you will study at the prestigious girls’
academy downtown until your eighteenth birthday, at which time, the Vor will
select a husband for you.” Feliks didn’t look up as my sister
cried even harder. “You will leave immediately, and we will provide
clothing.”
I straightened my spine and waited. At twenty, my options were limited. If
he didn’t marry me off to someone, then I’d most likely be put
to work in the brothels. Neither fate seemed like something I’d
survive.
“Oksana Romanov.” Feliks lifted his gaze and leaned back in his
chair. I flinched slightly, and he smiled. The bastard. “Your father
speaks highly of you. According to him, he could have never accomplished so
much without the help of his beloved Oksana.”
My eyes went wide. What the hell was he saying? I’d never helped my
dad!
“Many people were hurt due to your father’s actions. He’s
paid the price for his crimes. Now it’s your turn.” Feliks
motioned to someone behind me. I didn’t get a chance to turn around
before my wrists were bound at my back. My heart slammed against my ribs,
and I fought to stay upright. Black dots swam across my vision, and I sucked
in a deep breath. What was going on? “Oksana Romanov, you will be
beaten, sold, and used until the day you die. It’s no less than you
deserve, considering what happened to the women you lured into your
father’s trap.”
No. I hadn’t! I’d have never done such a thing. I knew my pleas
would fall on deaf ears. Protesting wouldn’t do me any good.
He’d never believe I was innocent of the crimes he said I’d
committed. Yulia started to scream as they dragged me from the room. The men
guided me to a car and shoved me into the backseat. The sound of the door
slamming shut felt like the end of my short life.
Did Nikolai know what they planned to do? Had he tried to stop them?
The buildings passed in a blur until we reached the warehouse district. The
men pulled me from the vehicle and shoved me inside. The air smelled dank
and musty. The vast space held only a table, chair, and a ratty-looking
mattress. One of the men lifted a hunk of my hair and sniffed it, a
lecherous smile curving his lips.
“Are you a virgin, little one?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. Lying wouldn’t get me anywhere. But
maybe if they knew, they wouldn’t rape me. I’d earn a high price
if they sold me instead. It didn’t mean I’d get away from the
beating Feliks said I’d receive.
The second man smacked the other one in the chest. “You know we
can’t ruin her. Not like that. She’s too valuable.”
“Only if she retains her teeth and we don’t leave many
scars.”
The man yanked my head back, craning my neck. “There’s much we
can do and still fetch a decent price for her. Shall we begin?”
I refused to cry. I wouldn’t beg. No, I’d remain silent and
take whatever they dished out. I’d survive as long as I could. The
moment Yulia heard of my death, she’d give up. I couldn’t allow
that to happen. No matter what it took, I’d keep living. Even when I
didn’t want to anymore.
The man licked my face, and I inwardly cringed. My outward appearance
didn’t change. Not so much as a single shift in expression. I’d
learned well, and I’d use every skill I had to keep them from knowing
how scared I was right now.
“We may not be able to pop your cherry, but we can do anything
else,” the man said, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Ride your
ass. Fuck your throat. By the time we’re finished, you’ll be
broken.”
The other man reached for me, gripping the top of my dress, and ripping it
down the middle. I’d never been very big up top and hadn’t worn
a bra. My breasts spilled out, and the bastards groped me, hard enough I
knew they’d leave bruises. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood.
Whatever they did to me, I’d take it. What other choice did I
have?
The lights flickered, then went out. The men started cursing and stumbled
around. I heard one of them crash into something, possibly the table. It got
quiet. Too quiet. Was it a trap? Or they were really gone? Without either of
them holding me, I could flee… if I had any idea of where to go. I
couldn’t see even an inch in front of my face.
Hands grabbed hold of me, and I tensed until I heard a voice whisper in my
ear.
“Follow me, Oksana.”
Nikolai! I staggered as he led me through the warehouse. The cool air hit
me when we stepped outside. I didn’t have the time to be embarrassed
over the fact Nikolai would see me half-naked. He cursed when he saw that
they’d done and slipped out of his jacket. He untied my wrists and
helped me cover myself.
“I’m sorry I was late. Come on. You need to leave
town.”
“Where will I go?”
“South. Alabama.” Nikolai opened a car door, and I got in. He
didn’t speak again until we’d left the city limits. After
another two towns, he pulled over and shut off the engine. “I have a
vehicle ready for you. It’s nothing fancy, but it will get you where
you need to go.”
“What’s in Alabama?” I asked.
“The Dixie Reapers. More importantly, my cousin is there. Ivan
Volkov, but he goes by Grimm.”
“You’re sending me to your family?”
“You’ll be safe, Oksana. He won’t let anyone hurt you.
I’m going to give you a note. When you see him, make sure he reads
it.”
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