Turned By The Pawn

TURNED BY THE PAWN MURDOCH MAFIA SERIES BOOK 5 SAMANTHA BARRETT Copyright © 2022 by Samantha Barrett All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Cover by Leah Maree at Designs by LM. CONTENTS Authors Note Prologue 1. Gage 2. Anya 3. Gage 4. Anya 5. Gage 6. Anya 7. Gage 8. Anya 9. Gage 10. Anya 11. Gage 12. Anya 13. Gage 14. Anya 15. Gage 16. Anya 17. Gage 18. Anya 19. Gage 20. Anya 21. Gage 22. Anya 23. Anya 24. Gage 25. Anya 26. Gage 27. Anya 28. Gage 29. Anya 30. Gage Epilogue Thank you! Also by Samantha Barrett Acknowledgments About the Author Robbie, My man of honor, my kids godfather, this one’s for you, my cousin. I love you and appreciate you more than you will ever know! Keep it real… This book may make some uncomfortable with the content. I have always sworn if I ever wrote a Mafia book I would go dark, in order to stay true to my characters. That is what I have done. Some scenes and descriptions may make you uneasy, make you feel squeamish but rest assured, there is an HEA. For those who have read my PNR and thought they were dark, well this is worse, so much worse but in the best way possible. Welcome to the Murdoch Mafia and all their fucked up shit. Gage Six weeks… I manage to keep my word and get into the Bratva as a foot solider. I’m stuck guarding the outside of the club they operate in, never getting a glimpse inside. I haven’t even laid eyes on the Pakhan himself only a couple of his captains, one of them being the fucker that shot my brother. The morgue’s result came back no match. Bishop and King have given up hope that Rook is alive but Knight hasn’t, and neither have I. To give up hope means to give up on Rook and that is something I can’t do. I will never give up on my family. Bishop and I may not see eye to eye all the time but he is blood. I would die for my brothers and sister in a heartbeat. The crackle of my radio pulls me from my thoughts. I wait with bated breath hoping by some fucking miracle that I manage to get some information or a chance to see Vlad. “We got a situation out back, go clean it.” I grind my teeth to keep from telling the Russian fucker to suck my dick. Their English is so fucking bad you can barely understand the fuckers. I’ve been studying Russian and learning to speak it since I first found out about them going against my family. I need to be able to understand what they are saying if we are going to end this. We’ve managed to pinpoint who most of the politicians are that work for Vlad thanks to Knight and Vin hacking their bank records and finding large sums deposited into their accounts. “Hurry up!” “I’m nearly there,” I growl. I’m so fucking over this shit. I’m not the type of guy who can sit behind a desk like Bishop or play on a laptop all day like Knight. Fuck if I know what King does. Vin and I are the same, we’re hands on guys and like to settle things that way. I slam to a stop when I reach the back of the club, the bass from the music is louder around this side. I look around the poorly lit alley that holds the dumpsters but see nothing. I’m about to radio back when a figure shifts out of the shadows. I draw my gun and aim at the person’s head, waiting for them to make a move into the light so I can see their face. “I’m not here to fight.” “You’re American?” And a girl, but I don’t say that out loud. “No, I’m Russian and I don’t have a lot of time before they notice I’m missing.” The hairs on the back of my neck raise, my senses go into overdrive as the threat of danger becomes apparent. “Who are you?” My voice is firm and leaves no room for argument. “It doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that he leaves the country for business in the Ukraine in four days. The only guards will be the four you work with and yourself at the house–” “I only work at the club,” I interject. I can’t see her but I can picture her shaking her head. “No, you will be moved to the house to make sure no one leaves.” I lower my gun and straighten up as I stuff it back into my waistband. “I don’t understand what the hell you are saying?” I growl in frustration. “Bring your computer man. He can get inside and find what he needs while you stand guard.” I freeze but make sure to keep my shock from showing. “I don’t know what the hell–” “I know everything, Gage Matthews, don’t take me for a fool. You have four days to prepare your brothers and computer man. You won’t get another chance like this.” “Who the hell are you and why should I believe you?” Anger laces each of my words. She