The Spectre (The Olympians Series Book 1), page 1
The Spectre
THE OLYMPIANS SERIES
BOOK ONE
A.K. DRAVEN
INKWELL MILLS PUBLISHING LTD
Copyright © 2024 A.K. Draven
All rights reserved
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Publisher: Inkwell Mills Publishing Ltd
Editor: Delicious Dark Editing
Book Cover: Inkwell Mills Publishing Ltd
Formatting: Inkwell Mills Publishing Ltd
First edition - April 2024
Paperback ISBN - 978-1-7390916-0-6
Ebook ASIN - B0CTRRY2VS
Author Note
This book is set in Scotland and written in British English. While Scots words are sprinkled throughout the book, it is important to note that different regions in Scotland have their own unique vocabulary. Keep in mind that there may be slight variations in words, punctuation and expressions that may not be in line with what you’re used to.
With that being said, fasten your seatbelt, relax, and enjoy the ride.
To all my brats, whose favourite thing to wear is a hand necklace.
Spread those pages…
I knew my brat would be a good slut for me.
Trigger & Content Warnings
This book is for 18 +
Please be aware that this book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18, as it may contain potential triggering content.
Before you dive into this book, let’s talk about what you’re getting into.
This book isn’t like your granny’s love stories, and your mental health really matters. If any of the following might trigger you, maybe think about putting the book back where you found it.
If not, Aidan is waiting for you…
Human trafficking,
Sexual assault (not between the main characters),
Violence,
Murder,
Graphic sex,
Graphic language,
BDSM Vibes,
Brat,
Possessive MMC,
Degradation,
Praise,
Breath play,
Light blood play,
Mutilation,
Bondage,
Dub-con,
The use of a safe word.
Playlist
Mount Everest – Labrinth
Formula - Labrinth
Chills (Dark Version) – Mickey Valen, Joey Myron
Teeth – 5 Seconds of Summer
Warriors – Imagine Dragons
Play with Fire – Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money
Ready For It – Taylor Swift
I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift
Little Girl Gone – Chinchilla
The Summoning – Sleep Token
Granite – Sleep Token
I am not a woman, I’m a God – Halsey
American Horror Show – Snow Wife
Boyfriend – Dove Cameron
The Death of Peace of Mind – Bad Omens
Make Me Feel – Elvis Drew
Your Guilty Pleasure – Henry Verus
I’m Yours – Isabel LaRosa
You put a spell on me - Austin Giorgio
Dangerous Hands - Austin Giorgio
No Mercy - Austin Giorgio
Run Boy Run - Woodkid
Revolution - UNSECRET, Ruelle
Until We Go Down - Ruelle
Darkside - Neoni
Runrunrun - Dutch Melrose
The Dicktionary
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 13
Chapter 15
Chapter 17
Chapter 19
Chapter 21
Chapter 26
Epilogue two
Glossary
Scots / British
Aye - Yes: “Have you seen my top?” - “Aye, in your bedroom.”
Bunker - Counter: “It’s on the kitchen’s bunker.”
Boot - Trunk: “My bag is in my boot.”
Cannae - Can’t: “I cannae do that.”
Wouldnae - Wouldn’t: “I wouldnae do that.”
Didnae - Didn’t
I ken - I know
Nae bother - No bother.
Arse - Ass (Arsehole - Asshole).
Eejit - Idiot: “You’re an eejit.”
Bawbag - (literally that means “Scrotum”) Ball(s) bag.
Wee - Little/small: “My wee sister.”
Bairn - Children
Mam/ Maw - Mum
Da - Dad
Loo - Toilet/ Restroom: “I’m gonnae use the loo.”
Slàinte Mhath - Cheers/ Good health
Pants/ Knickers - Underwear: “Big girl’s pants.”
Italian
Principessa - Princess
Angelito - Little Angel
Zio - Uncle
Gioia mia - My happiness
Cazzo - Fuck
Merda - Shit
Figlio di puttana - Mother fucker
Va fan culo - Go fuck yourself
Stronza - Bitch
La mia bambina - My little girl
Pronunciation Guide
Aisla - Ay - sla
Eilidh - Ay - lee
Cailean - Kay - lan
Isla - Ay - la
Emilie - Em - ee - lee
Màiri - Mah - ree
Slàinte Mhath - Slans - che - va
Contents
Prologue
1. Aidan
2. Blakely
3. Aidan
4. Blakely
5. Aidan
6. Blakely
7. Blakely
8. Aidan
9. Blakely
10. Aidan
11. Blakely
12. Aidan
13. Aidan
14. Blakely
15. Aidan
16. Blakely
17. Blakely
18. Aidan
19. Blakely
20. Blakely
21. Aidan
22. Aidan
23. Blakely
24. Aidan
25. Blakely
26. Aidan
27. Blakely
28. Blakely
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by A.K. DRAVEN
Prologue
Eight years ago
Aisla
Everything is dark around me. The only sound is the one coming from the chains around my wrists.
I involuntarily touch the key pendant draped along my neck, providing some semblance of comfort.
I’m cold. So cold.
My clothes are in tatters, leaving my skin exposed to their eyes.
They are coming.
I know they are.
They always are.
I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know how long I have been here.
I don’t remember much, but I know he drugged me before bringing me to this place.
I can only blame myself for it. I should have listened to Blakely when she told me my boyfriend was doing shady stuff. I should have listened to my brother when he told me this guy wasn’t for me.
I did none of it, thinking I was special. Thinking some drugs wouldn’t hurt anyone. I should have known better.
I know they will blame themselves, convinced they haven’t done enough.
But they did. They have been present for me more than they think.
My biggest regret is not telling them enough how much they meant to me.
And my sweet Bailey. I’m so sorry.
The doors burst open with a loud bang, and my body tenses up as Fergus and two other guys enter the room.
“My precious little thing is awake, I see.” He comes closer, which startles me.
“What do you want?” The words leave my mouth like venom, and hot tears stream down my face.
“Hush, that’s not how you speak to the person feeding you.” He gestures towards a plate with a slice of bread and what I think is a piece of cheese.
“Why am I here?” His predatory glare roams over me from head to toe, and I feel exposed.
“You see, my wee Aisla, the thing is, I owe a lot of money,” he starts.
“What does it have to do with me?”
“Oh, but you’re a fine piece of arse. I could sell it for a lot of money.”
My heart races as I gaze at him in shock. “W-what?”
“You heard me. It was fun while it lasted, and when my friend told me I could make big bucks selling your arse, you can bet I didnae think twice about it. I’m sure you could make someone very, very happy with that body of yours.” I press my back into the rough, cold surface of the wall as he approaches.
“You’re willing to sell me,” I say, my voice shaking with rage, “to pay off a debt to your drug dealer?” The weight of his statement hits me like a ton of bricks and leaves me reeling.
Panic sets in as I realise what is happening.
“You’re a fast learner when you want to be. That’s correct. And because I don’t want people to be unhappy with you, I’ll have to try the goods.” I watch as he unzips his jeans, the sound filling the quiet room as he stares directly at me.
I knew it was coming. His friends had already left their mark on me. I close my eyes, feeling the tension in my body rise as I try to push away the thoughts of what is coming next.
“Now, open your mouth for me, whore.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
He leans in and whispers, “I’d rather fuck you, but if you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to give you more drugs.”
My chest feels tight, and I can’t stop the sobs that wrack my body. As I attempt to kick him with my legs, he swiftly intercepts them, and I suddenly feel the cold metal of the chains wrapping around my ankles, restricting my movements.
“Fight me however you want. I love when my whores are feisty.” I can hardly bear to watch as he runs his hands up and down his shaft. “Open your fucking mouth.”
The force of his slap when I refuse is enough to make my head throb painfully.
“Fine, drugs it is.” He steps out of the room but returns shortly after with a syringe in his hand, which I assume is filled with some sort of concoction to knock me out. I would prefer that to being awake for whatever he has in store for me.
I barely have time to register the sharp sting in my neck before my eyelids grow heavy and begin to drop.
I’ll die here. I know I will. I won’t let them sell me.
I’m so sorry.
Chapter 1
Aidan
Present
As I readjust my mask, I can’t help but notice the sweat beads forming on the bastard’s forehead bound to the chair in front of me. Good. He better be scared.
While I play with my gun, I catch a mischievous glint in Scott’s eyes beneath his mask. This fucker is as insane as me. I can’t remember a day where he hasn’t been in my life.
Scott and I have spent eight years in the military together, trying to escape my future in my father's business and The Twelve. He would have followed me no matter what my choice would have been. The only joy I had was his sister. I fell hard for her. I thought he would have had my balls on a platter, but surprisingly, he was happy for us despite our age difference.
But everything changed eight years ago when we returned from our last mission. I’ll remember Blakely's panicked call, followed by my da’s, until the day I die.
“Hey Ti—”
“Are you with her?” Her voice is strained with anxiety.
“With whom?” I ask, feeling confused.
“Your sister.” Her breath is coming in short gasps as she struggles to keep up. “Aidan, she was supposed to meet me an hour ago, and she’s still not here. We planned this three days ago.”
“Have you tried to call her?” I don’t even know why I’m asking. Of course, she did. And it’s unusual for my sister to go this long without sharing any news. Two days is her max.
“Aye. Her phone is turned off. Ade, she’s never late, and she doesn’t forget. She always picks up when I call her. That’s our rule. Always answer to each other.”
“Okay, just breathe for me.” Scott is giving me a questioning look, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I hear her do as I say. “Good girl. Now, do you know where she was before she was supposed to meet you?”
“She was with her boyfriend.” I can sense the panic in her voice.
Fuck. I never liked the guy. He doesn’t seem right. I put my phone on speaker for Scott to hear.
“Okay. Do you know where?”
“No. We avoid talking about him. She knows I despise the guy, so we don’t bring him up to avoid conflict. Aidan, I don’t feel right about it. Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones.”
Scott mutters a string of curses beside me. If there’s one thing we know, it’s to always trust Blakely’s instincts. She’s never wrong.
“Okay. Where are you right now?” Her breathing is heavy and laboured through the phone line.
“I’m at the café where we were supposed to meet.”
“Alright. Call Bailey and go back to your place. You do not move from there or open the door, except if it’s me or your brother. Do you understand?” As I wait for her response, I can hear the sound of the café door opening and closing, the bell on the door ringing, indicating that she’s leaving. Scott is already holding his phone, ready to make a call. “Blakely.” My voice booms with force as I speak. “Do you understand what I said?”
“Aye. Aidan, please find her.”
“I’ll keep you updated. Once you arrive and lock yourself in, send me a text.”
“Will do. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
As soon as I end the call, I turn to face Scott. “Aisla was supposed to meet Blake, but she never showed up. She was with her dickhead boyfriend before that,” I inform him, even though he heard half the conversation. “She’s panicking, she doesn’t trust the guy, and neither do I.”
“What do you think he would have done?”
“I don’t know, but we need to call my da’ to check if he has any news from her.” I reach for my phone to call him, but his name pops up on my screen before I can dial.
“Father.”
“You need to come home. Now.” The urgency in his tone is palpable.
“What is it?” I ask, feeling the sensation of nausea rising in me.
“We received some information.”
“Tell me it’s not Aisla,” I beg. No response. “Da’.” My voice echoes through the phone as I yell, “Tell me it’s not her!”
“Come. Fast. And bring Scott with you.” He abruptly disconnects the communication without giving any further details. I can feel Scott’s tension as he looks at me, mirroring my own nerves.
“Let’s go, brother,” he tells me. “Let’s see what it is.”
My intuition is telling me that something is not right.
Everything came crashing down from that moment on.
Trying to push down those memories, I focus on Alasdair in front of me.
“Do you know who I am?” I start.
I notice his eyes darting around frantically as he sees me approaching. With the white skull mask on my face, my appearance takes on a bone-chilling touch of horror. Similar to mine, Scott’s entire face is hidden behind a black bone mask. With eyes that resemble empty sockets, a nose like a skeletal cavity, and a mouth that stretches into a sinister grin, he looks like a character plucked from a horror movie.
The sight of the teeth arranged on the jaw makes it appear even more sinister.
“Y-you’re the Spectre,” he answers, his voice trembling. The nickname is pretty fitting, I have to say.
“Aww, you gave me a nickname.” I look at Scott. “How cute is that? Are you jealous?” I ask him, wiggling my eyebrow.
“Why don’t I have a nickname?” he asks, pouting like a kid and playing with his knife. “That’s not very nice. I’m hurt,” he adds, placing his hands on his heart.
“Y-you,” the fucker starts. “People call you the Slicer.”
Scott jumps with a victorious expression, his fist punching the air. “Yes. I have one. Better than yours.”
I can’t contain my amusement, leaving the guy looking unsure of what is happening.
We were aware of these nicknames. They’ve been following us for years now. They couldn’t have picked more perfect for us. Fuelling me is nothing but a thirst for vengeance. As for Scott, his love for slicing throats clings to him like a lost puppy seeking his owner.
“Anyway. I’m really honoured that you know us. Now, now. Do you know why we’re here?”
He looks at us, unsure of how to reply. The room is silent except for the sound of his laboured breathing as he struggles against the unyielding restraints on his wrists and ankles.
“B-because of the women?” I sit down before him, feeling the rough texture of the wooden chair beneath me. For tonight, we opted for his mansion. We couldn’t be bothered to take him to the Den.
