For the Love of Glory

By Andrea Bellmont

Glory del Rio's body came at a high price because some men desired more, and she had so much more to give. Then paid killer, Grigoriy Brenham, walked into her life. He was a brutal man and part of the Russian mafia. However, Glory's beauty and curves softened his hard edges, and love blossomed.

Within weeks of their love affair, she suddenly disappears from his life.

Despondent and angry, Grigoriy is back in his old neighborhood in NYC. Drunk, he wanders down a dark alley where he discovers a young woman, raped, beaten, and left for dead. As he examines her, he wonders if it is better to end her misery. His large hand encompasses her throat, but he holds back and pulls out his phone to call for help. Her eyes open, and she reaches up, touches his scarred face, and begs. "Please, G, save me." Unrecognizable, he realizes it's Glory.

She was the woman he had loved and pledged his life to, who was now close to death.

As if a tornado sweeps him up, finding and killing her attacker is Grigoriy's obsession. She calls him her angel. He's closer to Satan.

But her attacker is told she is still alive, and somehow Glory is indebted to a notorious mobster.

Brutal isn't even close enough to describe Grigoriy's revenge.

Glory's involvement with such a deadly foe stemmed from her ex-lover. Will she survive the wrath of the man who still loves her? Will he be willing to risk his life to save her and keep her safe?

It becomes evident that Grigoriy will do anything for the love of Glory.

****adult content, graphic sex and violence*****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Sep 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215644379

Andrea Bellmont

Andrea Bellmont is a writer of erotica and erotic romance. She dabbles in the paranormal end of the genre and loves her three muses. They're naughty muses whom she blames for her most erotic stories. She's a wife, a mother and still believes a woman should be at all times sexy and self confident. Journey with her, in an adult never land. Andrea Bellmont. Passions Iron Grip and Bonds (Kindle Locations 442-445). Bitten Press.

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Prelude:

Lotus Flower with solid fill

Glory del Rio sat waiting. She’d promised herself that she’d work as an escort for only a year until she paid off the horrendous debt her boyfriend, Rodney, had run up on her credit cards. He never made a car payment on her car, and that had been repossessed. Rodney's last stupid move was borrowing money from a Russian loan shark. Her entire life had been turned inside out by the man she thought she loved.

Why had she been so blind? Because I loved him, she said under her breath. The bastard, she hissed. Like I said, I had loved him. Now I want to shake the loser.

Rodney Barrington was everything she thought she ever wanted in a man. Tall, handsome, and successful, or so she thought. He was a charmer and had been from the day she met him.

Glory lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Damn, the menthol felt so good as she inhaled. Bad, Habit, she said as she eyed the three cigarettes left in the pack. She doused the cigarette and threw the pack in the garbage. That’s the first step in the right direction, she mumbled.

I’ve got to rid myself of bad habits, including Rodney!

She checked her watch. She had a few minutes before the limo came to get her. She walked to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and sprayed Chanel on her to camouflage the smell of smoke. Some clients hated smoke.

As she walked back into the living room, she passed the floor-length antique mirror and caught a glimpse of her figure in the new black sheath she wore. Glory’s full figure filled out the expensive dress provocatively yet classy. Her five-foot-four-inch height could handle her curves and barely her D-sized tits. Glory was in extremely high demand, and her lovely face and long dark hair could melt the hardest of men.

Tonight, her Madame, Lenora, had set her up with a notorious mobster, a Russian Bratva mob king, Jakov Genakof. Not only was he well-known, but he was also ruthless and powerful. She had begged Lenora for some time off, but instead, she told Glory that this client was essential and that Jakov had explicitly asked for her.

Glory’s cell phone rang. Glory? It was Rodney, and he sounded terrible.

What do you want?

I need help, Glory; they’re going to kill me if I don’t pay up. Please, Glory.

It’s the same old story with you, Rodney. When will this all end?

Please, Glory, I’m not kidding. All I need is another ten grand, and I swear, I’m going for help.

Ten grand? You’re kidding. I don’t have ten thousand dollars. I can’t help you.

Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee! Rodney yelled.

Another voice, heavily accented Russian, echoed. Lady, if you want to see this loser again. You have twenty-four hours.

The connection ended.

Glory took a deep breath. She wanted nothing to do with Rodney. She was still paying off his old gambling debt and the bill to his repossessed Mercedes. She was tired. But that phone call sounded real. Or was it? He’d duped her so many times before, just for gambling money. She wasn’t falling for this ridiculous call.

She had an important client and was promised double if she went along with her boss’s plea. She needed this client because Rodney ran up a large amount of debt under her name.

Her phone buzzed, and a message appeared. Her ride was waiting for her.

She grabbed her mink stole and purse, then locked the door to her apartment. She took the elevator down, nodded to her doorman, and left the building.

An extremely tall, large, uniformed chauffeur waited. The muscles of his forearms, biceps, and chest strained against the fabric of his jacket. He opened the back door to the white stretch limousine that waited for her. She barely glanced at him because she was accustomed to the large Russians. She’d been told they were descendants of Vikings, and she didn’t dispute the theory. This one had blonde hair sticking out the back of his cap. Vikings, she mused as she got into the car.

As she settled in the back of the luxurious vehicle, it was at times like this that she felt like Cinderella, but that feeling lasted only as long as it took the limousine to reach its destination.

She sat back and enjoyed the ride. Jakov Genakof was a brute and a monster. Head of a sect of the Russian Mafia in New York, she’d been with him only one other time. He was cold, self-centered, and only cared for his own pleasure. However, he praised her, telling her how beautiful she was and that her curves made his mouth water. For that one reason, she didn’t mind being his whore.

Glory didn’t sugarcoat what she was. She was a high-priced whore. She figured fucking the losers she had in life couldn’t be any worse than fucking for money.

Ma’am. a deep voice with a detectable Russian accent sounded over the speaker in the limo. Are you comfortable?

Yes, thank you.

I’m taking you to a little house party.

No Problem, she replied.

There is some champagne on ice in the small refrigerator.

Suddenly the limousine pulled over to the side of the road, and the back door opened. The large chauffeur slid in next to her, causing Glory to move to the other side of the large limo’s back seat. His legs were so long that he barely fit in the back seat. Again, she had to note that he wasn’t large in the sense of overweight. On the contrary, he was more like a linebacker, with broad shoulders and long arms, and as her eyes looked down, his long legs were pure muscle.

Forgive me, but I have been instructed to open the bottle and make sure you can sample some as we drive.

The back of the limo was dark, and she could hardly make out his face. She hadn’t bothered to look at him when he opened the limo door for her.

Thank you. I could have opened that bottle. I’m rather strong.

He laughed. You’re a little bit of a thing, and I’d hate to see you get hurt, he said, popping the cork.

Glory wondered if he was kidding, she wasn’t a bit of a thing like he said, but then again, against him, anyone would be conceived as small.

Flattery will get you perhaps a taste of champagne?

He shook his head no, keeping the other side of his face from her.

I’ll never tell, she said smiling.

Thank you, but I am on duty and driving. I must get you to your destination safely.

She smiled and tilted her head. You’re right. How stupid of me. You are driving.

He poured her a glass and barely turned his head as he handed it to her.

Thank you, she said.

It’s my job, he said as he went to leave. Her hand landed on his wrist, and again she noticed his size.

I’ll make sure that I tell Jakov what a gentleman you are.

Thank you, he said.

What’s your name?

Grigoriy, he said and then was out of the backseat and quickly in the driver’s seat.

When they were back on the road, Glory sipped her bubbly and then called to him. Grigoriy, my name is Glory, and again thank you.

You are very welcome, Glory.

How far away are we from my destination?

Over the George Washington Bridge and then a few more minutes.

That’s New Jersey, she said.

Yes, Fort Lee. It’s not that far.

She smiled and leaned back, deciding to enjoy the champagne.

The rest of the drive, he played music, and it was obvious Grigoriy wasn’t very social.

She sipped the champagne and thought that it was very good. She finished the glass and poured another. Christ, I really do need this, she said under her breath.

Chapter One

Lotus Flower with solid fill

The limousine pulled up to a massive gate. The driver spoke in Russian, and the gates opened. Glory’s heart was beating fast. She was always nervous when partying with these brutal and powerful men. This was only her second time with Jakov, and her first was scary and so unsatisfying. For three hours, he fucked her and made her perform, telling her that he’d taken Viagra. Glory wasn’t surprised most of her clients took the drug.

Her services did not come cheap, over three thousand for those three hours. However, she never had a dissatisfied customer.

She leaned back on the plush leather seat as they drove down a long road. She tried to roll down the window, but they wouldn’t budge. Glory, his deep voice sounded. The windows are locked, and I am instructed not to open them.

Am I a prisoner, she kidded

Not at all. Jakov is a very cautious man.

When the car stopped, Glory took a deep breath. The door opened, and Grigoriy’s hand extended to help her out of the vehicle. She took another deep breath as she observed the massive staircase before her. It led to the front door of a beautiful colonial home.

What a stately home, she said, the awe apparent in her voice.

It’s quite a place, Grigoriy remarked.

He bent his arm and extended it to her. Would you like to take my arm? Those heels are high, and there are a lot of stairs.

She smiled at him, took his arm, and began to climb the stairs as lights lit the way. When they were almost at the top of the staircase, Glory saw why he kept a side of his face from her view. There were jagged scars under his eye, and more littered his cheekbone. One had sliced the side of his mouth, causing it to droop slightly. But she noticed they were healed and possibly years old. The scarring only added an air of mystery and ruggedness to his handsome face. However, she could tell by how he avoided direct facial contact that the scarring was an issue for Grigoriy.

Glory wanted to ask him about his scars, but she thought it was better just to ignore his disfigurement.

Now that they were at the top of the stairs, the front doors opened. A man dressed in black tails bowed. Miss Del Rio, welcome.

She’s here! yelled Jakov.

Glory’s hold on Grigoriy’s arm tightened. Jesus, she whispered.

Jakov Genakof was also tall but slender and bald. He sported a VanDyke beard and reminded Glory of Satan. He grabbed her hand. Thank you, Grigoriy, for getting her here safely. Isn’t she gorgeous?

Grigoriy nodded.

Go. I know this isn’t the kind of job you are used to, but I knew I could trust you.

Thanks, Jakov. I need to get out of this damn monkey suit, Grigoriy hissed.

Now Glory got a better look at her driver. He was a large man, muscular like most Russians she’d encountered. He didn’t stick around very long and tried not to let her get a very good look at him. 

Jakov walked with Glory to a large living area and to a well-stocked bar. Would you like more champagne?

Yes, I would.

Good. My dear, you’re already making me hot. I took Viagra, and it’s going to work just fine. I will be able to go for a while, he said, winking at her.

Glory’s belly rolled. All she had to do was get through this evening, and the last of Rodney’s debt to the loan shark would be paid. Freedom was a three-hour fuck away.

As she walked with Jakov, her phone rang. She ignored it, but it kept on ringing. She turned to Jakov. It could be work calling. Would you mind if I answered this? she asked.

No, my dear, of course not.

She walked a distance away from Jakov, checked the phone, and saw that it was Rodney again. What do you want? she said quietly.

Did you get the money?

Are you serious? I’m with a client and turning my phone off.

Glory, I’m sorry. I really do love you, but they are coming after you once they are done with me.

What do you mean done? Why are they coming after me? You’re the loser.

There was silence, and then, a deep gravelly voice said. Little girl, you better have that money,

Who are you? I don’t have that kind of money. Just leave me alone. I am so done with him.

You heard me. I’m not fucking kidding, the man with that awful voice said.

She turned her phone off. Because of Rodney, she sold her body, and now he’s telling her that her life is also at stake. With the money from tonight, instead of paying off the last of Rodney’s debt to the shark, she was packing what she could and taking a plane as far away from New York as possible.

She put her phone into her purse and walked over to Jakov. I’m ready.

Oh, my beauty, I’ve been ready since you arrived.

He took her hand and walked with her up the stunning staircase, and when they reached the top, he walked to a large set of double doors.

Tonight, Glory, will be memorable. I don’t usually eat the pussy of my hookers, but you are different.

Glory smiled and licked her lips. She could care less what he did to her or what she did to him. She wanted this night to be over. Jakov, I am flattered. Thank you.

They entered the double doors to the main suite, and Glory tried to smile. The sooner they began, the sooner she could leave and be done with the whole escort thing.

Chapter Two

Lotus Flower with solid fill

Grigoriy hung up the chauffeur’s uniform and shook his head. It wasn’t often that Jakov asked a favor of