Always my Protector (Book 2 )

Chapter 2

The present

" She's due back any minute what the hell are we suppose to tell her?  " my mom screeches down the phone. I'd never known my mom Leisha act this way so how would you put it , well I guess just not in control. " Tell her the truth " I say simply. Mom huffs down the phone " How could you do this to us Carter ? why would you put yourself forward for this ? To do it without telling us that's f****d up and you know it". She shouts down the phone I glance around and make sure I'm still alone before I answer.

" You know Unlce Jayden would have stopped this that's why ? You guys all knew why I was here you knew what I was planning to do ". The line goes quiet for a minute except for some rustling. When the next person speak its my father's voice " Son we always thought when she returned so would you ". It stung the same to this day as it did then. Five years had passed and I still felt the same pain as I did back then. She'd returned at holidays apparently asking where I was,  they'd told her I was in training. She'd tried texting and calling but I couldn't face answering I left them all on unread or voicemail. Her dad had rang me one year and blown his top down the phone at me , how I was hurting his daughter. How everytime she came home it was ruined because of me. Uncle Elliott was just protecting his daughter I didn't have a problem with that.

But he didn't know the whole story , I'm sure mom would never have told him. Eventually she stopped coming home for the holidays apparently,  my phone stopped ringing and the texts stopped coming through. " Why would I dad she made her choice and I have mine , where not kids anymore. It was a silly infatuation,  I'm where I'm meant to be and you all know full well if you interfere you'll get me killed. I know what I'm doing Uncle Abram has trained me for this. Hell I stuck training out a lot longer than any of you and I know the missions you all went on . You know I've got this dad ".

A low sigh " I know you have son , I saw you at training your better than I ever was. But uncle Abram kept his intentions for you to himself,  your dam right we would have stopped this. This isn't rescue missions for victims in and out jobs Carter". Mum and dad had been flying to see me every couple months seen as I wouldn't come home. Me and Uncle Abram had decided together to keep my mission from them. It's also another reason I didn't go home , the press surrounded my family too much back home. My picture would have been flashed all over the news in a heartbeat. I'd seen Alissia's when she had returned home then obviously nothing for a couple of years.

I needed to be unseen for my mission , five years had changed me made me look harder , broader more muscle. My face had changed along with it aswell as age , my hair dyed and cut diffrent. Tattoo's and contacts to finish it off. " Look I have to go , I'll call and check in when I can. Tell mom to not do anything stupid they're pretty tight around here with tech. If she leaves a trace they'll become suspicious of everyone and I can't afford that I'm the newcomer and be first on the chopping block  ". Before he can answer I put the phone down, take the sim out and snap it placing it in a nearby bin. Then I walk down the beach and launch the phone into the sea and take a seat a bit further back looking at the waves crashing.

Last month I'd infiltrated our Russian family's enemies organisation,  there American branch. I couldn't go to Russias too close to home , out here was there second largest family and I'd say there most dangerous. They had to be , they didn't only have other mafias to content with but , gangs and motorcycle clubs. They had heat from every direction The Volkiavs. They wasn't like my family though yea we did bad s**t , drug weapons etc. But we also helped victims that didn't ask for what they was dealt.

The Volkiavs they ran those rings we took down,  sold drugs to whoever the f**k they pleased and dealt guns without precautions. The would say they was the real mafia unlike the Ivanov's who play the game but with a conscience. They called us pussys , they say we are weak because we let guilt get in the way. A sorry excuse for a mafia family , I'd heard all the slurrs towards my family in the month I'd been there. I'd had to take it all in and even participate,  I'd already had to do s**t that made my stomach turn and bile rise in my throat.

But I was trained for it and it never showed , last month I became apart of the Volkiavs I was no longer Carter Ivanov , I was now Ryder Popov. I was still working my way in still in the bottom ranks. I'd made friends with member to start with Jase,  gained his trust and then saved his back at a bar one night , he was about to be jumped by the MC and I'd stepped in taken the guys down. It was the perfect way in , I shot them without a thought and helped dump the bodies. The day after he'd taken me to his boss who'd drilled me on who I was. My background story was I was apart of a known family in Russia .it was a huge family and if they checked data base I was the son of a long lost aunt,  it was perfect she was disowned by the family years ago and no one talks to her now.  I came state side for revenge on a guy that killed my brother while he was out here studying.

That's when I met Jase the night I'd killed him I'd gone to the bar for a drink. We'd hand picked Jase out as he seemed the most sociable one. Like to make new friends and party until the sun came up,  in the bedroom with a group that is . I just had to make sure I was apart of that group, make sure some of the girls hanging around him that night liked me too. It wasn't hard , my looks did pretty much all the work for me. He'd eyed me to begin with then leaned over the loud rowdy bar and asked if I'm a guy that enjoys anything goes. I'd nodded at him and he'd bought me a shot , twenty minutes later we was in a motel room with four girls. His anything goes I'd found out was that he liked to be the b***h in the bedroom.

He'd stopped me on the way in the door and let the girls through first . " You seem the dominating type am I right ?". I'd raad his eyes and they looked hopeful so I knew he wanted me to say yea. When I did his eyes lit up " Good so you need to run the room in there,  I'll suck it but I'm not into us f*****g. A little slapping around is cool too ". It just goes to show that everyone has there own kinks. So that night I'd ordered the girls to humiliate him while they f****d him sat on his face and s**t. I'd hung back for a while , until he started looking at me as to why I wasn't joining in. Then I'd stripped and got them all to take turns sucking me off including him. Nothing against it I'm very much a live and let live kind of guy , it dosen't matter who one chooses to f**k. But I was glad he hadn't asked me to f**k him , I wasn't into men I liked my girls too much.

But I was trained and I knew on this kind of mission it would mean that I had to do anything that got thrown my way. If he'd have told me he wanted to f**k I'd have done it. When the girls had left he'd clapped me on the back " Meet for another beer tomorrow ?". I'd nodded and cheered in my head that I'd found my way in. The rest is how you say it history,  now I just had to work my way up. My task was to take down an organisation from the inside , Uncle Abram had word they was planning to wipe all the Ivanov's out one family at a time. We was going to stop them,  to do that I had to find out there plans , had to gain the trust to the inner circle. These little outings where I was Carter again had to be few and far between , when I was Ryder I had a mask on. I was hard and vicious with a don't f**k with me attitude,  Carter he had weaknesses his family and her. I had to remain Ryder so I didn't f**k up and show my disdain for the whole lot of them, standing up from looking out at the ocean. I was back towards the bar we was all drinking in. I felt my posture change aswell as my walk my face harden and eyes narrow , to anyone walking past me I'd be the bad guy that you'd avoid. It weirs how that can happen by just changing your demeanour.