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Lap of Luxury - Brianna Hale
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Captive. Pet. Lover. Pawn…
Darkness lives inside Damir Ravnikar, and that darkness craves one thing:
me. Rich, ruthless, and handsome as sin, Damir’s promised me the world to
make up for my life’s myriad disappointments.
every jewel, every kiss, I can feel myself losing my morals, my freedom
and even my sanity. Because darkness lives inside me, too. He’s laying my
deepest secrets bare, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
cliffhanger.
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LAP OF LUXURY (LOVE DON’T COST A THING, 2) by BRIANNA HALE
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
PABLO NERUDA
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Prologue
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Damir
He glares at me, eyes groggy with sleep and his black curls tousled.
My big brother has smiled about three times in his twenty-four years on this
earth and he’s not about to bestow one of those rare jewels on me now.
I follow, taking in the bare walls, the minimalist furniture. The only
personal items are a laptop on the dining table next to a briefcase with
documents spilling out. The Ravnikar men always did prefer working to
living.
Mikhail yanks a bottle of Polish vodka out of the freezer and slops
two measures into glasses. Beyond the plate glass windows is London, a
jumble of shining lights and the dark, sinuous ribbon of the Thames. The
view is the reason Mikhail chose this penthouse apartment, about a year
“Na zdravje,” I say, toasting him. “My flight got in after midnight. I
Mikhail takes a swallow of vodka. His eyes are filled with flat
I drop the smile. That’s fair, after what I did. I examine my big
brother carefully. He’s changed in the years I’ve been gone. He never used
to drink like this. His complexion is dull with unhappiness and he looks far
Mikhail grimaces, and I know him well enough to read the I wish in
his eyes. Things must really be bad if even good little Misha is wishing
bodily harm on another person. Excitement blazes through me. This is my
in.
I casually swirl the vodka in my glass. “Been going well, the two of
“Nothing I do is good enough for him. I’m not good enough.” He levels a
bleak gaze at me. “I’m not you. Why the fuck did you leave?”
“You think anything I did was ever good enough for him?” I snarl.
thing. That he told me often. Our parents have pitted Mikhail and I against
each other our whole lives, one out of love, and the other out of spite.
“Then quit. Our father is a relic from another time. We know more about
property development in this country and age than he does. Let’s make our
own company.”
This is the difference between Mikhail and me. He’s always been
darkly fatalistic, whereas I prefer to drive my own destiny. He’s not stupid
by any means, despite what our father has told him. He’s smarter than I am
in terms of figures and deals.
This is why I need him. I just have to make him believe he needs
me, too.
“I’m serious. The right investments. The best projects. We can start
small and make something huge together, I know we can. You always
wanted to build a skyscraper in London. Let’s do it. Let’s build twenty.”
Mikhail scrubs his hand over his face. “I’m too tired for this. Go to a
“And you’re always so fast to throw everyone who loves you under
Mikhail and I glare at each other, breathing hard. It’s the truth. I was
going to kill our father, but now I wonder why I ever thought that would be
so terrible. Panic rolls through me because I spoke from pure emotion, and I
damage control. But Mikhail nods slowly, and I see that the truth was far
more convincing than anything else I could have said. He drains his glass
and puts it down onto the coffee table, turning it thoughtfully as if screwing
When he speaks it’s through gritted teeth. “I hate that you’re able to
turn up here in the middle of the night and reorganize my whole life just
I sink down beside him on the sofa and clap a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s for both of us. If you don’t want this, just tell me so.” And I’ll find
another way of getting you onto my side. There are dozens of possibilities.
Lies. Murder. Blackmail. Coercion. Really, the list is endless. People give
I put my vodka down and wrap my arms around him. You’ve got to
be a bit soft with Mikhail to get what you want out of him. He’s a big
love.
I pull back and rest my hands on his shoulders. “Just don’t show up
I don’t plan on setting eyes on that piece of shit ever again. If his
funeral was tomorrow, I’d go to a strip club instead and blow ten grand on
Everything always takes so long with him. Can’t he see that I’m offering
him freedom from everything that’s plaguing his life? When it’s the two of
us against the world, everything is better and brighter. He needs to be at my
side while I devise schemes and plans for us, and we’ll never need anyone
Mikhail stands up and gets the vodka out of the freezer again.
into our glasses. “Just hanging out with some nobodies. What’s important is
what happens now. A new road for us, without our parents’ poison.”
she loved him, but that bitch was just as much of a wedge between us as our
“Come on, Mikhail. What have you got to lose? We’ll be partners,
years under our father’s thumb must have been a nightmare for him, and
I’m saving him from all that. With his brains and patience and my instincts
and hunger, we’re both going to become very, very rich, and he knows it.
“Partners,” he insists, quashing the smile, though his eyes are still
glimmering with excitement. “Equal partners. Equal risks and rewards. I’m
I’m not.
We shake firmly and it feels, not like a business deal, but like
coming home.
Mikhail slaps his thigh hard and goes back to the freezer. “More
vodka. Let’s finish the bottle. After this, I’m done drinking. You see what
He’s standing straight now and fire burns in his eyes. He pours the last inch
of vodka into our glasses and throws the bottle into the trash.
I tap my glass against his and drain the vodka in one swallow. It
burns down my throat, clear and bright.
“In the morning I’ll tell father that it’s over between us, forever.”
Mikhail’s eyes are bright with purpose.
“Are you insane? You don’t say something like that to his face. If
you have to tell him, leave him a voicemail or something. That old bastard
can’t stand to lose. Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m exhausted.”
Mikhail shows me to the guest room and bids me goodnight. He
heads off to his room looking a whole lot better than he did when I arrived.
Tomorrow, father’s going to know that neither of his sons will have
anything to do with him ever again. No more divide and conquer. We’re
united against him.
It’s the middle of the morning when I awaken, and the apartment is
empty. Mikhail’s briefcase is still on the table. I frown at it, rubbing the
stubble on my chin and wondering where he could have gone. It’s not like
and gone to tell our father of our plans. Mikhail doesn’t truly understand
what our father is capable of. Only I do.
home working, so I get in a taxi and head to his house first. He has a
Georgian townhouse in Chelsea, a formidable building on a leafy street. I
go around the back way, vaulting over the brick wall from the laneway into
the back garden.
I see them through the French doors. They’re in the kitchen. Papa’s
brandishing a six-inch, wickedly sharp kitchen knife. Mikhail’s barely
reacting, his face blank with shock. Papa lifts the knife and lunges at
Mikhail. Roaring with fury, I launch myself at the doors and bust through
turns to me. But it’s not the right one. As Mikhail opens his mouth, our
father strikes. A vicious downward blow.
onto one knee, his hand over his heart. Maybe he’s already dead. Father’s
on the ground, too. He’s not as strong as he used to be and I’m able to hold
good boy.”
I take a deep breath, struggling to rein in my anger, one hand
“Good boy,” father murmurs. “Now, help me up, and we can talk
about cleaning up the mess that your brother has made. We’ve missed you
around—”
What he was going to say is lost in a gasp as I plunge the knife into
his heart. The shock in his eyes is comical.
wondering if I’m about to experience guilt or horror over what I’ve down.
So far, all I feel is energized from the adrenalin, and pleasure that this
bastard is finally dead.
Mikhail shows signs of passing out, so I strike him hard across the
face. I’m going to need his help with our father’s two-hundred-pound
corpse.
“He’s dead,” he said dazedly. “He’s actually dead.”
boss. Show me who’s boss. I want to know that you can be as cutthroat as I
am.”
Mikhail glances pointedly at our father’s body, as if to say, You’ve
ruining your life. Stealing your fucking soul. From now on, if someone tries
to take away what’s yours, you come at them with everything you have.
one end up in his arms while I do the same. With our father’s body slung
across our shoulders, he nods decisively. “I swear it.”
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Bethany
minion.
three times already. Get in here.” He turns and strides back into his office,
his shoulders up around his ears.
don’t know what’s setting him off. Nothing’s changed around here. Maybe
twenty years, almost as long as I’ve been alive, and they kind of seem to
hate each other. Which is a challenge, seeing as they run the company
together.
Or maybe it’s just that Mr. Ravnikar’s not getting any. Does he even
“I was just answering some very important emails for you,” I tell
him as I head into his office. I wasn’t. I was checking how many likes I had
on Instagram.
I told you I needed the minutes from yesterday’s board meeting as soon as
possible.”
“Yes, you did. And I sent them to you already. Also, I sent you the
Mr. Ravnikar sits down at his desk and checks his emails. I may
trawl social media when I get bored, but I do my job, I do it well, and he
should know that by now. A moment later he locates my emails and I see
annoyance flicker on his face that he can’t chew me out for being
inefficient.
“Fine. Good.” He brandishes a large envelope at me. “I need you to
sign them in front of you. I’m not having him fuck me around on this again.
Then you’re to take them to the post office and send them signed delivery to
eating him. Last month, Mr. Ravnikar emailed some contracts to the
got them. The director then vague-blamed my boss for the project being
delayed, probably to ingratiate himself with Damir Ravnikar. Pathetic.
“Crystal clear. Can I have a raise, though? Being a courier isn’t part
of my job description.” I knowing I’m pushing my luck but it’s worth a try.
slightest things. Pounds and pence, they’re like Monopoly money to him,
but what with London rents and expenses, I never feel like I’m getting
Despite his grumpiness, he’s a gentleman, always seeing me into cabs when
Usually these businessmen are all me, me, me. As his PA, I should be
responsible for getting his cabs and seeing that he has everything he needs,
but it seems he’s got an inner code that means he can’t get into a cab or go
through a door before me or one of his colleagues. Not friends. I don’t think
I’ve seen him with a woman exactly once. I was hanging out in a
swanky hotel bar on a Thursday night, trying to see if I could score a dinner
can sell for cash. I’m not sugaring, per se. I never ask these men for money,
only presents. Mostly, I’m trying their life on for size. If I married a wealthy
Loved?
Mr. Ravnikar must have had a late meeting with a hotel guest
because he was sitting on the other side of the bar. I was bored and about to
happened.
A woman approached him.
Now, Mr. Ravnikar’s a good-looking man, and you can tell he’s
loaded just by looking at him. His suits are tailored and his cufflinks and
shoes are designer. When this woman asked if she could join him, he pinned
her with his unfriendly blue gaze, and nodded. It was the most grudging nod
I’d ever witnessed. The young woman beamed at him and sat down.
I wasn’t interested in scoring my own man after that. This was a far
more interesting spectacle. I hid my face behind the wine list and watched
She looked older than me, around twenty-nine, and was wearing a tight
pink dress with her hair perfectly coifed. She pulled out her best flirting
techniques, one after the next. Touching his knee, stroking the tips of her
said. Mr. Ravnikar responded to her questions politely, but he never cracked
slightly annoyed. Fifteen minutes later, he paid for their drinks, and left.
Alone.
I left not long after that, too, still no more enlightened about Mikhail
thought. What if he would prefer paying for sex, but finds prostitution
unseemly? What if he had a sugar baby instead? Some pretty young thing to
coo at him and screw his brains out a few times a month, but who would
know better than to overstep any emotional boundaries. She could take his
cash, he could get the girlfriend experience without the drama and maybe
Though if he was getting some, he’d probably be less grumpy to work with.
As I head out the glass front doors of our office building toward
baby would be an amazing solution for Mr. Ravnikar. Every now and then
I’ve considered sugaring myself, but I don’t think it’s for me. Sugaring
means shutting up and putting out even when you don’t want to. I’m not
very good at shutting up. Or putting out. I can see myself getting fifteen
minutes into a date with some old dude and telling him his breath stinks,
he’s boring as hell and he’s insane if he ever thinks he’s getting his mits on
who’s allergic to Viagra. It’s not as if any man is able to make me come, so
building is sleek and hushed, with a few cocky City boy types stepping out
ass.
boss prefers to have his office elsewhere. I don’t know why, but I suspect
it’s because he likes to keep some distance from his crazy-ass little brother.
I head into the building past reception, swipe my pass and call the
elevator, and I pray that I don’t run into Damir Ravnikar. He’s kind of…
weird. Super attractive, in that Ravnikar way. Those brothers have some
slick genes. But where Mikhail Ravnikar is soft around the edges when you
could cut your fingers on his cheekbones and cleanly shaved jaw. His eyes
are like gunmetal and as cold as the Grim Reaper’s. I know, because his
eyes have landed on me a handful of times at work functions, and I’ve felt
With a body like his, big and broad in his expensive suits, and his faintly
scarred knuckles, I believe it.
door as I go. No one’s around. Maybe there’s a big meeting scheduled now.
I don’t really want to go back to Mr. Ravnikar’s office without getting these
Damir stares down at me. He feels bigger than his brother at this
close angle. Under his ferocious gaze, my nipples, just an inch from
The thing about me—the super fucked up and secret thing—is that I
like horror films. Like like them. As in, some people watch pornos to get
off, and I watch slasher flicks and gore-fests. Being scared of Damir
Ravnikar has my whole body lighting up like a Christmas tree.
He turns abruptly and walks into his office. “Come in. I’ll call him.”
I take a shuddering breath and follow in the wake of his silky
cologne. My heart is still pounding. Other places are pounding, too. I’m too
afraid to get too close to him so I loiter in the doorway. The younger
always been extra fond of ones that happen in broad daylight. I like my
monsters where I can see them.
about her.”
Her?
Damir reaches into his desk draw and pulls out a knife. A big, fuck-
off hunting knife, incongruous in sanitized, corporate Central London. But
came here to tell you that I’m going to be married, and I need your
assurance that my wife and I—”
“Georgios,” Damir raps out over him. “You know that’s not
allowed.”
Then the man reaches inside his jacket, and somehow I know that
he’s going for a weapon. Damir must know too, because he lunges at
Georgios, knife-first.
Georgios ducks away and pulls out his own knife, slashing at Damir,
his teeth bared. Damir dodges to the side, grabs the man’s wrist and pushes
it up, and then punches his assailant in the guts with the hilt of his knife.
They grapple with each other, jaws tensed, eyes sparking with fury.
my life.
Georgios plunges his fingers into Damir’s eyes, and Damir shouts in
pain and pulls back. That gives the other man the chance to rally, taking a
features. I saw it happen to Mikhail Ravnikar once. He’s the most peaceable
of surly souls usually. We were leaving a lunch meeting together down near
St. Paul’s, and the pedestrian crossing changed to a walk signal. I stepped
out onto the street, and a car came around the corner and nearly plowed into
me. I screamed, the car squealed to a halt, and then the driver had the
temerity to blast his horn at me, as if I’d been in the wrong.
Mr. Ravnikar stepped out onto the street, slammed his hands on the
hood of the car and glared through the windshield at the driver. He didn’t
even say anything, but the driver turned pale. Then Mr. Ravnikar stood,
straightened his tie, and politely escorted me to the other side of the road. I
remember saying, “Wow, sir. That was kind of awesome.” But he didn’t
reply.
What I saw in Mr. Ravnikar that day was just a flicker of the beastly.
Damir seems to transform like a werewolf under the full moon. His eyes
grow black, his shoulders hunch, and he seems to get bigger. If I was his
attacker I’d run away yelping with my tail between my legs.
Apparently Georgios sees what I see, because he hesitates. Then he
seems to decide that he has nothing to lose, and lunges at Damir. Damir
backhands him across the face and sends him flying. The expression of
surprise on Georgios’ face is almost comical. His knife falls from his hand
and it skitters over the carpet, and he falls heavily to the floor.
Damir drags him up by fistfuls of shirt and slams him against the
wall. His voice is soft and deadly. “It’s very simple, Georgios. If you marry
her, I’ll kill you both.”
I squirm a little on the floor. The pitch of his voice and the
expression of fury on his face is melting me.
“It was so long ago! I’ve fallen in love. Can’t you understand that?”
Damir looks disgusted by even the mention of the word love, and
punches Georgios so fast and so viciously that I almost don’t see his fist
move. Georgios crumples to the floor. Damir moves around him, puts a foot
against his back, and shoves. The man goes sprawling across the carpet.
“Get out of my sight.”
I peep up a little over the desk. Georgios gets unsteadily to his feet,
his back to us. He seems to pass a hand over his face in despair. What star-
crossed drama have I stumbled into?
Georgios has been beaten, but apparently he’s a desperate man,
because he dives for the knife on the floor, picks it up, and slashes. The tip
of the blade catches Damir on the chest. Damir yells and drops his own
weapon. A thin, red line appears on his shirt, and then spreads. I gasp in
outrage. How dare this man hurt Damir? I lunge for the phone on the desk,
intending to call the police.
“Put that fucking phone down!” Damir shouts. I look up in surprise.
He’s grappling for his knife while fending off Georgios. Any second now,
Georgios’ blade is going to go plunging into someone’s guts. Maybe
Damir’s, but maybe mine, because he’s just realized I’ve been here all along
and is glancing at me with pure hatred.
“Are you freaking crazy?” My voice is so high I’m probably
transmitting on inhuman wavelengths. Damir hasn’t got a weapon, and he’s
Damir has flung the man at the forty-fourth-floor plate glass window. It
doesn’t break, and Georgios goes stumbling into a bookcase, books and
files cascading everywhere. An enormous glass vase shatters all over the
floor.
Damir strides over, hauls the man up by his collar, and sinks his fist
into his face. Blood spurts all over Damir, and he’s about to land a second
hit when Georgios manages to fling his arms around Damir’s waist and
tackle him to the ground.
I look around for a weapon. The room was bristling with knives just
three seconds ago but now I can’t see any. I have to do something. In the
movies the girl always stands to one side wailing, Oh, stop, stop! instead of
diving into the fray and it drives me crazy. Two against one, and we’ll be
in.”
That’s a much better idea. I put the knife opener down and pick up a
heavy carved box that looks like it’s for cigars. I stand over the two
writhing bodies, both smeared with blood, hesitant now to actually hit
Georgios. I mean, I don’t want to actually kill a man. What if I do it
accidentally?
Hesitating was a mistake. The man’s hand shoots out and takes hold
of my ankle, and he yanks me off my feet. I go down shrieking and land
painfully on my elbow. I drop the box, and then one of my hands lands on
knows my name?
Of course he knows my name. I email him for Mr. Ravnikar all the
time.
Georgios sinks an elbow into Damir’s kidneys and he grunts in pain,
and I hastily let go of the knife. Damir swings it around in a vicious arc,
roaring at the top of his lungs as he slices right across the intruder’s
shoulder and chest. Blood gouts over us.
All over us.
number with one bloody finger. His eyebrows drawn tightly together, he
speaks quickly. “Lock the building down. No one gets in or out. There’s a
man on the loose covered in blood. Find him,” he snarls, and slams the
phone down.
The knife is clenched tightly in his grip and his chest is heaving. He
stares out the window. I think he’s forgotten I’m there.
I sit up, wincing in pain from my sore elbow. Damir shifts on his
looked a second ago. He pulls me to my feet and tosses the bloody knife on
his desk. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head, though I can’t really tell.
Damir puts his hands on my skull and pushes my hair back from my
face. “Did you hit your head?”
The smell of blood and violence is all over him. I feel high. It must
be the shock. The world feels spongey beneath my feet. So I don’t lose my
balance, I put my hands up and clench my fingers on Damir’s biceps. I
wonder if I’m going to faint, but I don’t feel light-headed. Just like I’m
burning up.
Damir palms my cheek with his large hands and slides them into my
hair. Hands that just moments ago were beating that man to a pulp. “Are
you sure?” he murmurs. “You’ve got blood all over your face.” His thumb
slides across my lips, and they part with a moan. I don’t understand what’s
happening to me. I don’t feel this way with a man. I never feel this way.
Damir freezes, and his gaze shifts from searching for injuries to my
eyes. His gaze bores into mine.
hand down my belly, over my sex to the hem of my skirt. Then he travels
up the inside of my bare leg. My breath comes faster—and then stops all
together as two of his fingers slide firmly along my sex over my underwear.
My very wet underwear.
Damir’s lips part in shock. And then curve in pleasure. I need to pull
myself out of his arms. One of us needs to call the police and we both need
to wash all this blood off.
But I can’t make myself let go of him.
pad of his finger over my clit. I’m so fired up that I can feel my climax
barreling down on me like an out of control semi-trailer. Stronger than it
feels when I do it. Better than it feels like when I do it. My hands reach
back for something to hold onto and I grasp his hips. I’ve barely got time to
gulp down a breath before I’m coming, my body flexing in his tight grip.
tight around me. Smell the sharp aphrodisiac of blood scenting the air.
“Who was that man?” I whisper.
“An old friend. Want me to kill him for you, baby?”
I gaze into his metallic eyes, knowing the right answer is no. But
that’s not what passes over my lips. “You would do that for me?”
“Nobody’s allowed to frighten you.” His teeth delicately graze my
ear. “Nobody but me.”
The threat colors his words blood red, but they only make me want
him more. I gasp softly in his arms and grind my ass against his cock. Mr.
Ravnikar groans, pressing his face into my neck. “Such a good girl.”
He delves deeper, one thick finger invading me by an inch. It’s
eluded me for years, this attraction to a flesh and blood man. Damir pulls
out and reaches for something. A moment later the bloody knife appears
before my eyes. He twists it slowly, and it sparkles silver and red in the
sunlight.
Fear and arousal impale me through the chest. That. I want that. I
need that. My arm curves up to cup the back of his neck, and I scratch my
nails through his short hair.
“Too bad this knife is dirty with that kreten’s blood.” He tosses it
aside and his fingers delve back into my pussy. I lean my weight against
him, my body going liquid and my eyes closing as sensation takes over. He
rubs my clit in firm circles, his breathing and touch the only things I’m
aware of. That, and his hard cock pressing into my ass. He makes me come
again, and then again, barely letting me catch my breath between climaxes.
All the while he’s saying things in Slovenian that I don’t understand.
Then he whispers in English. “Where have you been, princesa? I’ve
been looking for you.”
When I’m a shaking, whimpering mess, he finally lets me go. I turn
to him on legs like jelly. My tongue feels thick and heavy in my mouth.
There’s blood all over his shirt, all over me, and we just did that. I push my
hair back from my face, gazing round in sudden alarm.
My mouth opens, searching for words. Anything at all. “What…”
Damir releases me so suddenly it’s like he’s afraid he might burn his
hands on my skin. When I look up at him, his expression is black.
“Then go,” he snarls. “Go back to Misha.”
Misha?
There’s a black cardigan in my bag and I put it on and button it all the way
up to my throat. I’m hot and slick between my legs. What sort of screwy
Halloween porno have I been living in the last twenty minutes?
I’m halfway back to the office when I realize that I’ve left the
contracts on the floor at Ravnikar Enterprises. There’s no way in hell I’m
going back for them.
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Chapter Two
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Damir
I watch Bethany go, fury like I haven’t felt in eighteen years burning
through me. He got to her first. The only woman I want, one that has been
right under my nose this whole time, and he got to her first. I’ve seen her at
countless meetings and functions, beautiful and poised, but enigmatic. I
didn’t realize what that pretty face was hiding. That beneath her clothes,
“What?” I gaze past him down the corridor, trying to calculate how
Those are probably the only words in the universe that could drive
Bethany from my mind. My eyes swing back to him. “What did you say?”
Sweat has broken out on his brow. Words come spilling out of his
He answers after one ring, his voice crisp and efficient. “Boss?”
“We’ve found a thief. I need you to go and collect him for me.
Soften him up on the way.” Make him bleed and put the fear of God into
him.
The financial director speaks up. “That won’t work. Carlton Alders
has fled. He must have seen my activity in the account. That I was pulling
reports.”
“What?” I think for a moment, and then speak into the phone. “Did
you hear that, Boris? Good. Carlton Alders. Find him. Today.”
I hang up and stand there silently, fuming. A thief. A fucking thief,
getting his hands on my money, and then running away with it.
staring around at the destruction and blood spatter. “Get out of my office!” I
roar.
The man scurries away, and I’m left alone among the wreckage of
my day. Bethany will be long gone. I see the wooden cigar box lying at my
feet, the one she was going to smash Georgios’ head in with, and I give it a
vicious kick.
brother. The one who’s got his mits all over the woman I want. I grab a
sitting in his office, him surly and silent behind his desk, me lounging in a
chair, one ankle crossed over the other. I smile at him, but his expression
doesn’t flicker. That doesn’t tell me anything. He’s been guarded with me
“What?”
I turn and look through the glass partition. Bethany is sitting at her
desk, pale but calm as she types. She wouldn’t look at me as I stepped out
of the elevator. I wanted to take her hand and press it against the bandage
beneath my shirt. Georgios left me with a six-inch gash. I’ll take a thousand
“Damir, I’m busy,” Mikhail snaps. “What did you want to talk
about?”
away from me. Georgios escaped the building and apparently goes on
Yes, I do. Traitors. They have to be dealt with first. Always first.
My brother squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and then shakes
his head. “Damir, I haven’t got the patience for your mind games right now.
What’s happened?”
Alders.”
what Alders has done. The stolen seventeen million pounds and fleeing
yesterday when he knew he’d been discovered. I watch Mikhail closely the
entire time, and there’s only confusion and outrage on his face.
And yet…
“Just an observation.”
“Fuck you.”
We glower at each other across his desk. Time for thorn number
I slam my hands onto the desk and shoot to my feet. “How fucking
dare you?”
“Damir,” Mikhail bites out, glaring up at me, “I don’t care what
“Me?” Mikhail laughs. Actually laughs. “You never let anything go,
“For the rest of his life?” Mikhail sighs. “Do what you have to with
Georgios, and leave me out of it. But what are we going to do about Alders?
Do what you have to do and leave me out of it. The selfish prick.
“Of course I haven’t called the police.” I take a long, slow look
around the room. His office, separate from mine. His clients. His deals. This
been grateful for me? Does he ever think about how much of our past I
overlook for his sake? When mama was dying, she reached for him. When I
ran away, father decided that Mikhail was better. Nataša loved him, and it’s
clear he never gave a shit about her after all. Everyone loves Mikhail, and
Like Bethany.
My blood starts to boil. Mikhail could never give a woman like her
what she needs. He just doesn’t have it in him. How many dozens of
women have I been through over the years? Weak, pathetic women who
whine and cry and aren’t worth the money I spend on them.
I’m so fucking tired of it. And I’m even more tired of my brother.
My phone rings, and I see that it’s Boris. He might have an update
doubled over, wheezing and shaking. “No, no, I’m listening. What? They
left her behind?”
I’m still snorting and chuckling when I hang up, and I can barely see
straight to end the call.
Ukraine.” I look up at the ceiling and shout with glee, “He’s fucking dead
and I didn’t even need to kill him!” He died in fear while fleeing me. That’s
as good as killing him myself.
Mikhail rubs the back of his neck and sits up. “Well, that’s that,
then.”
I stop laughing. “No, brata. That’s not that. I want my money, and
they left a daughter behind.”
“We don’t know that. There’s no way I’m going to let some spoilt
little bitch profit from her father’s treachery. I’m going to take every penny
back from her if I have to wring it out of her corpse.”
Being an orphan isn’t going to make me pity her. Her family, her
responsibility. Family always pays.
I turn my phone over in my hand. “I’m not unreasonable. I’ll get the
lawyers onto recovering the money, and if we get it all back, then Miss
I stand up and head out of the office. Bethany is sitting at her desk,
her long, dark curls cascading over one shoulder. She’s wearing a soft,
silver dress that clings to her full breasts and narrow waist. Her velvety,
blood-red lips part as she looks up at me.
Kristus. She’s magnificent.
The sight of her pushes even Alders from my mind. Would it be so
terrible to just take Bethany? A pulse of heat goes through me. I’ve broken
all manner of laws, but I’ve never abducted a woman before. I could take
her anywhere. Marrakesh. Monte Carlo. Macau. I could dress her up in silks
and furs and give her the life she deserves. Bethany should be kept in the
lap of luxury. My lap, where I can keep her in my sight and do all the filthy
things to her that I want.
Nice girls aren’t supposed to like getting fingered by strange men while
they’re covered in blood. Nice girls aren’t any fun. I prefer the naughty
ones. As soon as this mess with Georgios and the stolen money is over, I’m
going to devote all my energy towards wresting Bethany away from
Mikhail, and away from her morals, too.
Who knows? Maybe I will take her far, far away with me.
“See you soon, princesa. Be a good girl, won’t you?” I flash her my
teeth, and stride down the corridor to the elevator. The day I take her can’t
come soon enough.
Two weeks later, my lawyers give me the news. We’ve recovered just about
all of the seventeen million pounds that Alders extorted without a peep of
protest from the little Alders bitch. All except just under half a million
pounds. My legal team tell me it’s a win. Mikhail tells me it’s a win.
It’s not a win. It’s a slap in the fucking face. That daughter’s got four
hundred and fifty thousand pounds of my money, and I want it back.
It’s a gray July day when I pull up outside a church in a
Hertfordshire village, thirty miles north of London. There are shiny Range
Rovers and Audis in the parking lot, and expensively dressed mourners in
the crowd. Miss Alders stands alone next to the priest, shaking hands with
people as they file into the church. She’s wearing a black dress and a hat
that casts a heavy shadow over her pale face. There are shadows beneath
her eyes, too, though they’re dry. No tears for mummy and daddy?
I’ve got Boris filming the mourners, certain that the little bitch must
have a dodgy lawyer or accountant acting for her, someone who’s managed
step out from beneath the trees and cross the grass toward her.
“I want my money.”
At first she doesn’t know who I am. Then she pleads that she
doesn’t have the money, she’s just a student, and she hasn’t spoken to her
parents in two years. Her whiny voice grates on my nerves.
“Not my problem. They were your blood and they’re dead, so now
I’m out for yours.”
She quails before me and I can’t help but compare her to Bethany,
my bloodthirsty little queen, gasping and shuddering in my arms. How I’d
you could pay off the debt fast if you work in one of my clubs. The patrons
don’t even mind if the girls have a few scars. Makes them work harder, you
know?”
She turns her face away, her breath coming in short, fearful gasps.
“How quickly could I pay the debt off? If I worked for you?”
I smile broadly at her. That’s more like it. My eyes roam over her,
and I like the idea of having this posh little thing under the bright lights of
one of my clubs. I started them a long time ago, during the years I left my
father and struck out on my own. They don’t bring in a great deal of capital
instructions to call me, pat her cheek, and then saunter off, whistling.
An excellent day. How pretty the countryside is this time of year.
When I get back to London I email the video footage of the funeral
Mikhail,
She’s got money somewhere and we’re going to fucking find it. You
know all the money people in this city. Look at their faces. Who’s helping
the little bitch? Once we know who they are we can sort them out.
They shouldn’t have left their daughter behind. She’ll wish she’d
died with her parents by the time I’m finished with her.
D.
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that he’s watching some amateur footage of—a funeral? Then I take a
closer look and realize that I know the woman standing outside the church.
Mr. Ravnikar starts and glares up at me. What? It’s not as if the
whole company hasn’t been buzzing about this scandal. Some idiot had
swindled Damir Ravnikar out of seventeen million pounds, and then pasted
himself and his wife across Ukraine. Of course that’s all we’re going to be
talking about.
Mr. Ravnikar tries to get rid of me, but this is much more interesting
up my course. Ciara and another blonde girl were always together. Sloane, I
think her name was. Sloane was stuck up and overdressed, but Ciara was
okay.
Mr. Ravnikar explains that Damir is hell-bent on taking revenge on
Ciara Alders. At the mention of his brother’s name, panic and desire flood
Damir’s violent clutches and might make my boss a little happier, too.
I perch on the edge of his desk and smile. “Why don’t you be her
daddy?”
knight complex when it comes to Ciara. I suppose I can see why. Ciara’s
one of those blonde, fawnlike creatures that has rescue me, daddy
I spoke too soon. Mikhail Ravnikar is probably the worst daddy ever.
He talks to Ciara like she’s me. I’m used to his robotic manner, but a
girl who has to put her body on the line for money when she’s never been a
sex worker needs a little wooing. The way Mr. Ravnikar carries on you’d
control, and just as Mr. Ravnikar promises to do better next time, we’re
inside out. I look up into hard, gray eyes. They flicker with interest, as if he
knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I’ve avoided him like he’s the Black
Death crossed with Ebola since the incident, and yet I feel like I’m seeing
him all the time. Has he been coming to Mr. Ravnikar’s office more often
lately?
Damir turns his attention to Mr. Ravnikar. “Surely you’re not having
A taut silence fills the room, and then Damir tips his head at the
door, telling me he wants me to leave the room. I have to move past him.
Move close to him.
sound of Damir’s voice and it’s a siren’s call, beckoning me closer like a
sailor about to be dashed to death on the rocks.
interesting. That’s the second time I’ve heard Damir call Mr. Ravnikar,
“Misha.” I Google it and find that it’s a diminutive of Mikhail. A pet name.
I never imagined that Damir was the sort of man to use a pet name for his
brother, though he didn’t sound very loving when he said it. All the same,
it’s lovely. Soft and disarming. I file that thought away for later.
down the hall, laughing. Even from the back, he’s a beautiful man. Tall and
muscular, with his suit jacket fitted snuggly across his broad shoulders. I’ve
imagined curling my fingers through his short dark hair, over and over.
Alone, safe in my bed and with my vibrator cranked up to its top speed, he’s
my fantasy now. I let him cut me. I let him do all manner of sadistic things
With a shaking finger, I open the email. You’re helping him date
other women. That’s it. That’s all it says.
I slam the delete button, my heart thumping wildly. There’s no
know about Ciara? Oh, god, what if he does know, and I’m about to bring
his wrath down on my head? But wouldn’t the email say something very
treacherous bitch? This email feels more personal. Like he’s hurt I’m
Damir Ravnikar, and I don’t think I want to try. I march into my boss’s
and he’s texting with Ciara behind closed doors, I go back to my desk and
Not a man. I don’t want a man. But I need a date with a rich one,
because I need to quit this goddamn job. Being this close to Damir every
I adjust the settings on my dating app, upping the age range I’m
interested in to sixty-five, and adding, I’m looking for a generous man who
knows how to treat a lady. Then I swipe right on every man within a three-
mile radius.
All my profile pics are of me doing rich-girl things. Skiing, boating,
sipping wine in what looks like Tuscany in the middle of summer. It’s not
could be St. Tropez, but it’s Cornwall, and the skiing was a cheap girl’s trip
I took with some other foster girls three winters ago that we scraped
together enough money for. Everything about those pictures makes me look
Two hours later I check the app and find that I have thirty matches. I
scroll through the profile pictures looking for silver hair and signs of
looks like he’s in his early sixties. In his profile picture he’s sporting a
pinkie ring inlaid with what looks like a ruby, and I recognize the restaurant
handsome and seem just my kind of gentleman. I’d love to get to know you
better.
The reply only takes a minute to come through. You too, baby.
bird.”
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“Of course, Mr. Ravnikar. The debt will be paid within forty-eight hours.”
I lean back with a satisfied smirk on my face. The Alders’ deaths
enjoy the look of strain in the posh old boy’s face a moment longer, and
clammy hand, and then head out of the bar into the lobby.
Then I spot her. Bethany.
fatale, with just a hint of vulnerability about the way she plays with the
stem of her martini glass. She glances up at her dinner date through her
I move into the restaurant and see that her companion is a gray-
haired man in the most horrendous burgundy pinstripe suit. I actually laugh.
This is what she thinks she has to do? If she needs money, why didn’t she
tell me?
Bethany’s date is signaling for a waiter when my hand descends,
and I push his arm down. I smile my most pointed smile. “Well, isn’t this
cozy.”
Her eyes grow as round as a startled rabbit’s. Her breasts are pushed
high by her dress. Anger tightens my jaw. I should drag her out of here by
her hair for dressing this way for other men.
Grandpa glares at me, and then at Bethany. “Do you know this
man?”
life.”
Oh, she wants to play? I can play. I turn to the man. “I do apologize
for intruding. I can see you’re having a lovely time with my wife.”
“Your wife?”
start screaming her head off, and so am I. How dare you have an affair?
And, Why shouldn’t I when all you do is work? It’s going to be sensational.
Everyone’s going to hear us. My wife will shout your name at the top of her
lungs. You didn’t tell her your real name, did you?” I ask anxiously.
Bethany’s hands are clenched on the napkin in her lap and she’s
turning the same shade of red as her dress. I wink at her and turn back to
Grandpa. “Then we’re going to go upstairs and have very loud, angry sex.
This little game spices up our sex life, though it’s a shame for the men who
get caught in her crosshairs. I suggest you leave now so that she throws her
Grandpa stands up from his chair and flees, as fast as his geriatric
legs can carry him. I watch him go, and then sit down in his seat and signal
for a waiter. “Take these cocktails away and bring us champagne, would
throw it in my face. She moves to get up but my hand descends on her wrist
him, but young men are such a pain in the ass. They always want to—” She
breaks off, her cheeks coloring, and lifts her champagne flute to her lips and
flicking over her. She doesn’t want other men to touch her body. That’s
but now that I’ve got her pinned down I’m not going to let her go so easily.
“You don’t like men to touch you? Or just men who aren’t me?”
Her eyes snap away from mine in panic, and she glances around the
restaurant as if looking for a savior. Foolish. No one can save her from me.
“If you don’t let me go, I really will cause a scene. One that will
Her voice trembles, and I wonder what she’s more afraid of: what I
might do to her, or how she feels about what I might do to her. “Please do,
and then we can go upstairs for that loud, angry sex we talked about.”
time, and then says, “I don’t want to date pieces of gristle. I don’t want to
sip. “Oh?”
Her lower lip, so soft-looking that a feather-touch might bruise her,
quivers slightly. Heat plunges through me. How incredibly sexy she looks
“Instead, I’m going on dates with horrible men.” Her gaze travels
back to mine, and I see from her expression that I’m included with these
horrible men. “I could have been earning good money on my own a year or
“Then go back. Mikhail can find someone else to make his coffee.”
I’ll enroll her myself if it means getting her away from my brother. I
imagine cute, student Bethany, her hair piled on top of her head as she
and spanked when she doesn’t get one hundred percent on a test. Hell, yes.
Let’s do that.
I’m opening my mouth to tell her she can have anything she wants
as long as she takes it from me, but suddenly she frowns over my shoulder.
my mistake even as I’m doing it. Of course Alders isn’t there. No one’s
there.
When I turn back, Bethany and her clutch are gone. I see the flash of
her red dress disappearing behind a marble column on the far side of the
restaurant. I could chase her down, but for now I’ll let her think she won
that round. I grin and pick up my champagne glass and toast her fleeing
figure.
“Run, run, princesa. You only make the chase all the sweeter.”
I would like to spend the following days in pursuit of Bethany, but events
don’t play out that way. The next morning I’m in the office when I get a call
from Boris.
phone down. My schedule is full, but I’ll make time for Georgios.
Once I’ve rearranged a few things, I have the whole morning to
myself. Whistling softly under my breath, I take the hunting knife out of my
desk and unsheathe it, turning it in the light. It’s as finely honed as it was
I can hear him grunting and struggling as soon as I step out of the
arrival.
“How did you find me? What are you doing? Let me go.”
I watch him struggling like a fish on the line. I’ve got nothing to say
to him. For years I struggled to make peace with what he and Lucan did to
Nataša—and my father’s hand in her demise—but peace is as easily
shattered as glass. I’d rather have revenge than peace. It’s more permanent.
I wonder if Mikhail should be here for this, as he was for our
they’ll hurt the most. His guts, his face, his nuts. I cut my knuckles on his
teeth, earning me more scars and making me bleed. But he bleeds more. He
cries out for mercy, but his cries echo uselessly around this concrete
chamber.
I pause to catch my breath, and Georgios is weeping. With all the
face.
Georgios’ head snaps to one side, and then he spits on the ground,
breathing hard. “You fucking asshole. You know what it’s like to have an
overbearing father who—”
“I don’t want to hear it!” I lunge for the knife with a growl of rage,
ready to silence him permanently. As I unsheathe the blade, my phone
rings. I snatch it up. “What?”
The cool female voice of the receptionist speaks into my ear. “Mr.
Ravnikar. There’s a Miss Alders at the front desk to see you.”
He doesn’t hear me. He’s passed out. I punch him a few more times
for luck.
I meet Ciara out in the corridor, and her eyes go wide at the sight of
me. “Miss Alders. What perfect timing.”
He takes a gasping breath, and his eyes flutter open. “Kiss my ass,
you son of a—”
Fast and clean, I grasp him by the hair and slit his throat. No
preamble. I don’t want Ciara to have time to steel herself against the sight.
My shirt is splattered as Georgios severed arteries spurt all over the place.
The scent of blood fills the air.
used to my ways yet, but she wouldn’t have fallen apart. Not until I got my
tongue between her legs, anyway.
Sighing, I step forward, grab Ciara’s hair and wrench her upright.
Her eyes go so wide that there’s white all around the edges.
“Did you know that some girls don’t throw up when they see
violence? They get turned on. Some of them get so wet it soaks right
through their clothes.”
The look of disgust on her face makes me hate her even more.
Suddenly I want nothing but to get her out of my sight. I let go of her and
give her a vicious shove. “I like those girls better.”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she totters out of the
room. I pick up the pencil case full of money she left behind and open it.
Five thousand, five hundred pounds. All in crisp one hundred-pound notes.
Where the fuck is she getting this money?
I don’t want her to pay me back. I want her to suffer. I want her to
lay at my feet and beg me for mercy.
I lie awake in the middle of the night, furious at the thought that
she’ll somehow get the better of me. Someone must be helping her, and
when I find out who that someone is, I’m going to crush them, and then I’m
gives it to the receptionist, who passes it onto me the next time I come
through the lobby. I stare at the envelope in my hand like I’m holding rotten
fish.
“Did I do something wrong, Mr. Ravnikar?” the receptionist asks,
considers my offer, but just when I think I’m about to learn the truth, her
lips firm, and she brandishes her phone at me.
“I’d rather pay back every penny my father stole from you. Now, get
out of my way before I call the police and tell them you’re keeping me here
against my will.”
It takes every ounce of my self-control not to wring her goddamn
“Yes, boss?”
“I want men tailing Miss Alders at all times from now on, day and
night. Everywhere she goes, everyone she speaks to. Addresses and
photographs. I want a report on my desk every day at midday.”
It turns out I don’t even have to wait until midday the next day to
get the first report. Later that evening, Boris calls me, and the news he has
for me is the only thing I didn’t want to hear. The truth is a knife slipping
between my shoulder blades and piercing my heart.
“She’s with your brother,” he tells me. “Anton and Miguel tell me
they came out of a bar together looking like they were on a date. When they
tried to grab her, Mikhail beat them up, and drove away with her.”
My brother and Ciara Alders. Mikhail helping the daughter of our
enemy. Protecting her with his life. Betraying us and all we built together. I
knew there was something up with him. I could feel the treachery all around
I stare out the window at the view of the city my brother and I have
called home for so long. Mikhail Ravnikar, you are one dead motherfucker.
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don’t accept cash in exchange for dates. I expect a man to treat me in the
manner which I’m accustomed to, but apparently scrubs like you don’t
understand that.
RichGuyGreg responds with a picture of his dick. I send back a
big smile and wearing a striped collared shirt with a lilac tie. Interesting
choice, I guess. His other pics show him running the London Marathon, at a
other, and finally a moody selfie probably taken at home that shows off his
glitzy watch and a view of the Thames out his living-room window.
His message simply says, Hey.
as they come, but that’s what the old Bethany would do. New Bethany isn’t
I type out a reply. Hey, there! So nice to meet you. I love the tweed.
Is that one of your friend’s estates?
His reply comes back a minute later. No, that’s my family’s. You’re
beautiful.
His family’s. Ding ding ding. Thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself
;)
We chat for ten minutes until he finally suggests a drink, and I
plenty of time to get ready for dinner with Callem. I wear red as usual,
because I want to signal like crazy to my date that I’m all about the sex,
despite the fact that I won’t be sleeping with him tonight. Or ever, if I can
help it. A tight—but classy—red dress, matte red lipstick, red patent leather
shoes. Well, acrylic shoes. But they look expensive and that’s what matters.
terrified, lost and pursued. And aroused. Really aroused. I feel Damir’s
strong chest pressed against my back, his thick fingers sliding delicately
through my pussy. The tip of his knife drawing a line of blazing pain up my
thigh. I can feel how much he delights in causing me pain, murmuring what
I assume are words of love in Slovenian as his eyes burn with the desire to
thirteen years old, and I was alone at home watching Predator in one of my
foster homes. I forget which one. There were so many through my teenage
years. While I was watching the movie, every time the Predator creature
appeared, I felt all…funny. He’s a huge, heavily muscled alien and an apex-
tier killer. I touched myself where I felt funny, and it was good, so I kept
going, all the while thinking about the big, deadly body of the Predator and
his gruesome features, sharp teeth and muscular arms. That night, I had my
first orgasm. I had loads more after that, all while watching Predator. Then
Alien vs. Predator and the other Alien movies. Then I moved onto slasher
collection. I guess I was lonely, and a bit sad and screwed up, so I didn’t
deal of confidence.”
“The what?”
it.”
fascinating creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. “And what was it your buddy
told you?”
an allowance before he brought up sex. I should tell him how much my boss
is lavishing on his sugar baby. That would show him how far out of his
league he is.
I stroke my red fingernails down the back of his hand. “I don’t need
a sugar daddy, Callem,” I purr. “What I really need is to get laid. Someone
to pin me down beneath them and fuck my brains out. Animalistic. Rough.
Callem chokes a little, his eyes going wide. “I could do that for
you.”
I look him over. At his bland good looks. His narrow, pale hands.
“No. You really couldn’t.” I reach for my bag and stand up. “Sorry.
It’s not you, I’m…” I wave a vague hand and trail off, because I don’t have
the energy to make up some stupid excuse. This has been a total waste of
I find myself walking toward the City even though it’s the opposite
building.
Tomorrow, I’ll get help. Find a therapist who can deal with all my
kinks so I can get aroused by normal things. Men doing the dishes or
something. I don’t know what does it for other women, but it’s probably not
No dumb dates with stupid men, and no more pining over Damir Ravnikar.
I have more options available to me than screwy sex with my boss’s brother
because that’s what a girl does when she’s trying to sort her life out. I
ignore my phone and vibe and rub on some hand cream before tucking
I fall asleep, repeating the same mantra over and over. You’ll figure
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Damir
I feel like I’ve been cleaved in two with a samurai sword. One half of me
knew that something like this was going to happen, and the other half is
who was there. “What happened?” I ask him through clenched teeth.
minutes?”
“Mr. Ravnikar was…” Anton lets out a gusty breath. “Incredible.
You know how big he is, but he’s fast as well. He fought like a man
possessed.”
there’s something Mikhail loves above all else it’s being the white fucking
airport on the M11. Chances are that’s where he’s headed. I want him and
I’m going to get before it comes in. Fifty minutes later, Anton tells me it’s
too late. Mikhail and the Alders girl boarded his private jet, and they took
“She fell over when we tried to grab her, but she didn’t hit her
head.”
I end the call, frowning. If she wasn’t hurt, then Mikhail drugged
her to get her on that plane. Why? Because she was upset and hysterical, or
I call the terminal at the private airport and ask them to tell me the
flight path of Mikhail’s plane, which they do because it’s a company jet.
They’re headed for Cape Town, South Africa. Mikhail’s too smart to make
that their final destination. He’ll leave South Africa as soon as they land, so
Freelance.”
“I want cars and armed men at all the private airports around the
city. Give them Mikhail and Ciara’s descriptions. They’re not to take off
again or leave the airport under any circumstances. I want them alive.”
“Yes, boss.”
take a deep, steadying breath. I can’t lose my temper over this. It must be
done in cold blood.
have a brother. Mikhail didn’t just take my prey from me. He destroyed the
only love I’ve felt for a human being on this godforsaken rock since Nataša
died. The most heinous crime a human being can commit against another?
Not thievery.
Not assault.
Not murder.
Things can be replaced. Bodies heal. Dead people are beyond
psyche forever. Now I’m going to take something that’s his and rip it apart
blonde woman?”
I thank the man and hang up, and then stare at the phone in my
hand. Then my mouth curls into a cold smile. After all her loyalty, he left
her behind. Will she weep for him, the man who passed her over so easily?
Who didn’t know what a jewel he had working for him, day after day?
Voight. There’s an address in Vauxhall. I put the details into a text message,
“Boris, send two men to the address I’ve just forwarded to you. Not
Anton and Miguel. Those two idiots are fired. Tell the men to watch the
I don’t want her taken in her own home where it could be witnessed
by people who know her. She needs to disappear quietly, unseen and
unheard.
Boris is crisp and business-like. “What does she look like?”
“Five-five. Long, dark hair. Early twenties.” Skin like satin. Lips
like rose petals. Emerald eyes that are as innocent as they are knowing.
“Yes. If she goes anywhere but to Mikhail’s office, the men can grab
“Yes, boss.”
“Oh, and Boris? If this gets screwed up as well, heads will fucking
roll.”
“Yes, boss.”
empty water glass on the desk. A pen lying by the telephone. Everything’s
I sit for a while at Bethany’s desk, going through her things. She
keeps a sparse work area with few personal effects. I find a doodle of
doorway, staring at his empty chair. I’ll never see him sitting there again.
What we built up over the course of twenty years is over. I see him in my
mind’s eye, walking up the steps of the jet with Ciara held lovingly in his
doesn’t know what’s happened tonight. I want to look into her eyes and see
it for myself, the terrible realization that Mikhail left her behind. Left her to
Tell them to stay where they are and out of sight, I text back. They’re
After that, there’s nothing to do but sit and wait. All through the
stairwell. Through a crack in the fire door, I see her, and silently release the
her hair. She’s slightly out of breath, as if she hurried all the way here.
There’s a slight frown between her brows as she glances toward Mikhail’s
silent office, but then she shrugs and goes to make coffee.
A few minutes later, sipping from her steaming mug, she reaches for
her phone. I tense, wondering if this is the moment she finds out what
occurred while she was sleeping. She listens to her voicemail, and her
face that so acute it knocks the breath from my lungs. I don’t know what I
feel more keenly in that moment, rage that he’s betrayed me, or jealousy
phone down and runs into Mikhail’s office. I silently emerge from the
stairwell, keeping her in my line of sight. She’s standing in the middle of
“Hello, Bethany.”
She freezes, her hands fisting at her sides. Then she slowly turns
around. When she sees me coming toward her she shrinks away from me
toward Mikhail’s desk. Even now, she thinks he can protect her. The thick,
ugly jealousy in my guts intensifies. She hurls a pot plant at my head, and I
dodge to one side, never breaking eye contact. The glass partition behind
me explodes into shards that rain down all around me.
She backs around Mikhail’s desk, and I follow her. The crunching of
glass underfoot reminds me of the day I held her, bloodied and quivering, in
my arms. As much as I’d enjoy a filthy little scene with Bethany right now,
I need answers. I need to know what she knows about Mikhail and Ciara.
I move toward her slowly, until she reaches Mikhail’s chair. Then I
put a heavy hand on her shoulder and force her into it. Her wide eyes stare
up at me and her lips are parted. As frightened as Bethany is, there’s
awareness.
I lean down to her, my gaze filled with mock-sympathy. “I guess he
how stupid you were to put your trust in my brother? Why did you love him,
Bethany? Why?
“Don’t worry, baby. I want you. Girls like you…” My lips whisper
across her cheek and I speak into her ear. “You’re my favorite.”
I draw back and study her. I like that she’s afraid of me, but this is
not like it was before. She’s too fearful, trembling in her seat, her knuckles
are. Mr. Ravnikar called me in the middle of the night and said he was
leaving the country and that I should meet him at the private airport north of
So, Mikhail did try to take her away with him. Greedy bastard. And she
would have gone. How does he do it? How does he make our mother, Ciara,
and now Bethany trust him implicitly?
Just let me go and I’ll never bother you again. I’ll leave the country and
forget everything that happened here.”
I perch on the edge of the desk and just gaze at her, the brave
swear. Mr. Ravnikar didn’t tell me where they were going, or even why.”
Curiosity kindles in her eyes for a moment, and I can see she’s
considering asking me. I watch her moistening her lips, formulating the
question. Go on, ask me. I’ll tell you exactly what that bastard has done.
But she thinks better of it and sits back, silent and tense.
starts repeating himself and demanding to know what he should do, what
any of us are going to do, and what he should tell the police. I hang up and
Mikhail didn’t just flee. He’s burned the whole fucking place down
behind him. He’s turned the tables on me and now I might lose everything.
Not just my money, but my freedom. I set out to destroy one small, blonde
woman, and now she and my brother are going to topple me.
I breathe in sharply. No. Not going to happen.
“They’re coming for me, baby,” I say softly, looking at her, but
seeing Mikhail working at his laptop in the air and handing everything he
knows about Ravnikar Enterprises over to the police. The emails and
meetings that connect me to several unsolved deaths and criminal activities.
the window and at Ravnikar Enterprises. The work of nearly twenty years,
and Mikhail has torn it apart in a single night. I can’t even feel angry right
unclenching. She thinks I’m going to let her go unpunished after what her
boss has done to me. In the doorway I pause, enjoying the drama of the
moment.
for something else. Her face is very pale against her black hair. I stride
around the desk. She tries to get up, but I put a heavy hand on her shoulder,
her translucent skin. “No, not for allergies. I don’t have to use it. You can
come with me willingly. In a few moments there’ll be a car waiting
downstairs.”
Bethany licks her lips. “Why would I do that?”
I wrap a hand her throat and hold her head against the leather
headrest, moving behind her. Instinctively, she starts to struggle, both hands
“This is all out of your control. You may as well just go along with it.”
She catches the astringent scent of the anesthetic, and asks in a
Her eyes are very wide as she stares at the bottle. “I’d just like to
make it clear that I don’t want this.”
I feel my smile curve against her hair. What a strange little thing she
is, making her protest for the record. “Noted, princesa. Any final words?”
Her pulse is thrumming beneath my fingers. I want to press my lips
against her throat.
“Ciara’s not a bad person. She did what she thought she needed to
do in order to—”
hold the bottle to one of her nostrils and press the plunger. Bethany gasps,
and then a moment later her body slumps forward. She’s out cold.
I watch her sleeping in the chair for a moment while I tuck the bottle
back into my pocket and ring for my driver. In the silence that follows,
I gather Bethany into my arms and head for the elevator. The net is
closing in. It’s time for us to disappear.
My driver is waiting downstairs on the busy street with the car and
he opens the back door quickly so I can place the sleeping Bethany onto the
back seat. I get in behind her and pull her head into my lap. The dark tinted
windows conceal us from view. I stroke Bethany’s hair, remembering how
she moved like liquid gold in my arms amid the blood and carnage.
“Where to, sir?” asks my driver.
I name a marina on the south coast where I know a business contact
has his superyacht moored. It wasn’t purchased legally, and so the owner
will be unable to report its loss to the police. I call Boris and tell him to
gather the men we can trust and meet me there. “We’re leaving the country.
For good.”
His reply is grimly determined. “Yes, boss.”
When we pull on to the M3, Bethany is still slumbering in my lap,
and I receive another phone call. Mikhail and Ciara landed in Cape Town,
but evaded capture and left the airport by vehicle.
They’ve disappeared.
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Bethany
feels weird too, not like my own. I drag my eyes open and see that I’m in a
room I don’t recognize, and my hand is cuffed to the bed.
cream furnishings.
Then it all comes rushing back. Mr. Ravnikar and Ciara leaving me
behind. Damir coming for me. That weird phone call he got telling him it
was all over. I thought I was going to be all right after that. Damir actually
now, I should be eating tiny bits of tapas washed down by a glass of rioja
the size of my head, but instead I’m tethered like an animal to a bed in a
strange hotel.
Did I fight hard enough? Could I have stopped him? Did that small,
in revulsion?
The room starts to spin and I lay back, afraid I’m going to throw up.
The drugs are making me feel like the room is moving, and is that an engine
I can hear somewhere far off? Maybe the staff are cleaning the pool or
something.
breathing as much as I can and lie still, my ears tuned for any sound at all.
Heeeeeeelp!”
breath and listen for the sound of approaching feet. No one comes. What
sort of hotel is this? Has Damir booked the whole floor or something and
told the staff to stay away? I thrash about in frustration but succeed only in
tiring myself out. I’m painfully in need of the bathroom, and now I’m
thirsty as well.
I slump back against the pillows, thinking longingly of Mr.
Ravnikar’s private jet. Ciara’s probably cuddled gratefully in his arms right
now, thanking her sugar daddy for spiriting her away from that nasty,
horrible Damir. They’re probably being served lobster and champagne and
then having hot fugitive sex in the bedroom suite. I’m glad they got away,
but just for a second I want to curse them both to hell for being free and
together while I’m tied up at Damir Ravnikar’s mercy, wondering what the
to save me?
The door swings open, and I see the devil smiling back at me.
“Good morning, Bethany,” Damir says, stepping into the room and
closing and locking the door behind him. “You’re finally awake. I hope
necked shirt and pants. He has a resort-fashion look about him, and paired
with the sleek, contented expression on his face, you’d think he was on
vacation.
hands in his pockets and that same pointed smile on his face.
questions, but it’s the one I’m most afraid of that passes over my numb lips.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He’s standing right by the bed now, and his smile widens, showing
even more of his pointed canines. “What would you like me to do to you?”
It’s like he thinks he’s flirting with me. I ignore the fierce pound
between my legs at the sight of him looming over me. “You can start by
His eyes linger on the handcuffs, and then travel down over my
“Where are we? What’s going on? Where did Mr. Ravnikar go?”
Damir walks over to the curtains and pulls them open. Instead of a
I can’t see anything from where I’m lying but sky. Damir helps me
sit up a little more, his strong arm supporting my waist. I crane my neck,
“We’re on a boat?”
He gives me a scornful look. His handsome face is very close to
mine. “It’s a yacht, Bethany. One hundred and sixty feet. Five cabins. Six
decks. Interior dining. Exterior bar with Jacuzzi. Max speed of forty knots.”
I start breathing very fast. Oh, boy. Okay. No one’s going to help
me. That’s what I’m dealing with here. It’s just me, some crewmembers
cheeked madman.
Damir sits on the bed with me, propped up against the pillows, his
arm still around me. “Where would you like to go? Spain and Greece are
beautiful this time of year, don’t you think?”
mine and trying to inch away. That silky cologne of his is invading my
Damir pulls my phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. He must
have got my fingerprint while I was unconscious and changed the code. He
enjoys the finer things in life. London-based, Parisian soul, New York style.
I’m looking for a generous man who knows how to treat a refined lady.’”
anyone has called it and realized I’m missing. But who would? Apart from
“Parisian soul, huh? I’ve been through your social media and I’ve seen no
selfies in Paris. Let me guess. You’ve never been further than Dover.”
“I’ve been to Mykonos, thank you very much.” I went with some
friends after high-school graduation for a few days of warm Greek wine,
fried food and dancing till three in the morning. It was done in the most
frugal way possible, but I still blew through my meager savings. “And the
“Why did you never tell me that this is what you wanted? I would
intimate together. “What are you talking about? I don’t know you.”
“It’s my fault. I didn’t think to try and find out about you online.
He reaches out a hand to stroke my cheek, and his eyes are as dark
as black satin. “I can show you the world, Bethany. All you have to do is
ask.”
juicy peach. Damir, with his strange appetites and starving-wolf gaze, wants
to show me the world. But at what price? “I don’t want anything from you.”
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I find myself looking at his lips,
too. His lower lip is full and soft-looking, like he could give decadent kisses
that would go on for hours. I feel my toes curl.
bathroom.”
Damir dips into his pocket for a key and unlocks my handcuffs.
“You have two minutes. Don’t bother to try and lock the bathroom door. I
broke the lock while you were passed out.”
I stand up quickly and take a step toward the bathroom, and my eyes
land on the door to the cabin. Damir is lounging on the bed behind me. If I
lunged for the door and it was unlocked, I might be able to get out of the
room.
“Do you think I’m some sort of amateur?” Damir drawls. “That
door is locked. We could wrestle for the key, if you like. It’s in my pocket.”
I can just imagine the sort of wrestling Damir is into. “Do this often
then? Kidnapping?”
I gaze around the room as I pee. The room has been stripped bare.
No towels, no little bottles of shampoo. I finish, flush the toilet and check
under the sink and in all the drawers, but there’s nothing. No hairdryer with
a cord that I could use to strangle Damir. The only thing in the room is a
cake of soap on the basin. I use it, and then drink from the tap. I drink a lot
because I’m so dehydrated, and then splash water on my face. I have to dry
myself on my blouse because there’s nothing else.
with a knife fetish who’s out for blood. If he catches Mr. Ravnikar and
Ciara, they’re done for. And me? What fate does my Freddy Krueger have
in mind for me? Will I be snuffed in the first act, or make it through to the
end?
There’s always one girl who makes it out of the haunted house. The
cabin in the woods. The suburban party gone wrong. She confronts the
killer, rips off his mask, and then—
Then she takes his face in her hands and kisses him tenderly, and he
pushes her roughly down onto the nearest flat surface and fucks her hard.
That’s how it goes in my fantasies, anyway.
girl kills the bad guy. Or, at least, she thinks does. He’s lying there, looking
dead as dead can be, but as soon as she lowers her weapon and steps over
his corpse, he comes back to life and grabs a hold of her. They have one
final struggle before she really does kill him and she’s finally free forever.
back into the room and pins my wrists together behind my back, his arms
tight around me and his face close to mine.
“I told you two minutes,” he seethes.
the left, and six on the right. Spreading you open to watch the blood run
down your legs and into your pussy.
I struggle to pull away from him but he’s holding me with brutal
strength. So this is where the terror begins. Adrenalin shoots through me,
from the tips of my toes to my scalp.
Damir presses his cheek against mine and whispers, “I’ve missed
you, princesa. Have you missed me?”
He leans forward and flips open the box and I see, not the pliers and
bone saws and scalpels I was expecting, but a wand. A purple vibrating
joke?”
Still holding onto me with one hand, he takes the wand out of the
box and holds it up to the light. “I never joke about anything so serious.”
He throws the vibe down and then cuffs me to the bed again.
Kneeling between my thighs, his eyes light with blue fire. My insides quail
and knot. And further down, they heat.
One guy I was with already had this bright idea, to use a vibe on me
in the hope that I would have an orgasm in his presence somehow. It didn’t
work. For me, feeling turned on is all in my mind, and all I could think
about was how my orgasm was being turned into a performance for a man I
through me. I can’t close my legs because his knees are pressing them open,
so try to pull my legs up and away from him. With one vicious yank, he
grabs hold of my briefs and tears them off me, the fabric rending.
Paralyzed by his gaze and his large, warm hand on my thigh, I take
short, sharp breaths. He gazes down at my sex.
“You’re just as pretty as you felt that day,” he murmurs, tracing the
seam of my pussy with a forefinger. I’m suddenly paralyzed by the sight of
head spreads the vibrations out evenly over my clit. Looking desperately
between Damir’s face and the wand, I feel my climax speeding toward me
I come back into myself to find Damir has leaned over me, one hand
braced against the headboard, and his lips skating across my cheek to my
ear.
“Beautiful, princesa. How I’ve missed that sight.”
“You’ve had your fun,” I pant. “Now get the hell off me.”
He just laughs. The wand is in his hand, resting against my thigh,
still vibrating. “We’re only on five right now. Should I crank it up to ten?”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“Ten it is.” He hits the little button on the side until the motor is
vibrating intensely. Then he applies it back to my clit. Slavishly, my body
and I can tell from his expression that he’s nowhere near done.
“Oh, god. I can’t bear it, I can’t—” My words are choked off as he
applies the vibe to my clit again, and another orgasm tears through me.
When it passes, I pant, “Why are you doing this?”
Damir’s smile widens. “I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl who
needs to come, I make her come. Again and again.”
“Please stop.” I’m not above begging. I can’t take much more of
this.
He brandishes the vibe but doesn’t put it between my legs. “Why
did you not seek me out after that day in my office? Why did you go on
turn me on is you.”
The vibrator clicks off, and Damir just stares at me, his eyes
searching me face.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. “Are you happy now?”
But for once, this cocky bastard hasn’t got anything to say.
“What? Stop staring at me like I’m the weird one. You probably
need your leg caught in a bear trap while electrodes are applied to your
scrotum in order to get off.” Damir opens his mouth, but I speak over him.
“Why does this even matter? I thought you’d want to ask me about Mr.
Ravnikar and Ciara.”
Damir’s face hardens the instant I say their names. He throws the
wand and the lube back in the box and slams the lid.
“Aren’t they more important to you right now than what gets me
off?” My voice is laden with sarcasm. I know I’m probably going to earn a
worse punishment now than a few forced orgasms, but I’m enjoying making
him angry, the smug bastard.
Damir gets up off the bed, his whole body as taut as a bowstring.
“Shut up about Mikhail,” he snaps. “He left you behind and he’s not going
to find you. You’re going nowhere.” His eyes rake me with blazing
possessiveness, and he picks up my underwear from the bed and shoves it
in his pocket. Then he turns and slams out of the room, locking it behind
him.
I collapse back onto the pillows in relief. I feel hot and raw between
my thighs, and weak all over. I survived our first encounter, though it was
stupid of me to bait him like that. I wonder why he took me. Maybe I’m just
for his amusement, and he’ll kill me as soon as I start boring him.
So, what should I do, provoke him, or give in? Tell him everything I
know about Mikhail and Ciara, or hold out as long as I can? If this was a
movie, I wonder if the audience would be rooting for me or have me
marked down for death by now. I take stock of my situation against all the
usual tropes.
If you want to survive a horror movie, you can’t be blonde. If you’re
blonde, you’re dead. Sorry, Ciara. Me with my black hair? I’m nailing this
first rule.
You can’t have sex, either. I bite my lip. Did what Damir just do to
me count? I don’t know. Otherwise, I’m a big old virgin, and I’m staying
that way. Why would I let a guy put his dick in me when I’ve endured hours
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Chapter Eight
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Damir
The water behind the yacht churns in the afternoon light. I stare at the
frothy waves, seeing Bethany’s face transformed in bliss. No other man has
given her that. Our connection is far deeper than I imagined. She was made
for me, only me. In that moment, I was the happiest I think I’ve ever been.
“We lost them after Cape Town,” Boris says behind me. “They
could still be in South Africa, or they could have flown out of another
airport. The jet is still there, and no other planes have departed that airport
in the last twelve hours.”
“He won’t have stayed in Cape Town,” I say to the sunset. Mikhail
will have immediately put as much space as possible between him and his
pilot in his and Ciara’s clothes and used them as decoys to fool the men we
hired. Fucking amateurs, not realizing a man was wearing Ciara’s cocktail
dress.
I push back from the railing with a snarl. Where would he go? The
world suddenly feels too large. It’s impossible to scour every square inch so
lightest gold and deepest purple. I want Bethany up here with me, but she
needs to learn devotion. Obedience. I crave to touch her, possess her, punish
her and forgive her, over and over again. There’s a scared little girl under
that brash exterior. She’s terrified of what she wants, and that’s not
surprizing, because what she wants is me.
faking it with her partners. Maybe she’s avoided sex entirely, and I’ll be the
first one to see the scared yet trusting expression in her eyes as I penetrate
her delectable little pussy. I smile to myself. I can’t wait to discover the
truth. I’ll feel it for myself soon enough.
“Boss?”
about them, not Bethany. I’ve got funds. Interpol wasn’t able to freeze the
accounts that they didn’t know about. What I don’t have is a plan. I need
information. In the old days, father would always go to Lucan Navarro, the
great, greedy spider of the French Riviera, but that all changed when his son
Georgios—
Mikhail and his whereabouts via his silken threads that stretch across
Europe and further afield. Last I heard he was still running his illegal casino
in Monte Carlo.
Just thinking about that man makes my blood heat with anger. I still
owe him for what he did to Nataša. I took his son from him, but it’s not
before I kill him. I was growing stagnant in London but now I have a whole
why—”
other sea craft and police vessel. “Stay off the main course for as long as
That will keep us away from any coast patrols and give me the time
I need to bring Bethany to heel. The plan that’s seeding in my mind is going
bedecked in jewels. At last she’ll have a taste of the life she deserves. The
life that I can give her, where nothing is fake. Not the jewels, and not the
orgasms, either.
Boris departs to plot our new course, and I go to the dining room to
eat with the men. Andreja has taken over the galley and is outdoing himself
For the rest of the evening I Google myself, though not out of
vanity. In fact, the longer I read the more furious I become. My name and
picture are plastered all over the British press, in connection with a missing
knows so much, but he knows nothing. The missing CEO isn’t dead. He’s
currently hiding out in Vanuatu avoiding a major tax fraud scandal. The
embezzlement hasn’t got anything to do with me. I knew about it, but I’m
games, and there were business tips exchanged. I didn’t lose sleep over it,
but if I’m caught, that night alone will be enough to send me away for an
Mikhail tells the police where our father’s body is buried, I’ll never see the
light of day again. That really makes my blood boil. I killed the bastard,
yes, but that was to protect Mikhail. I saved my brother. By killing
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Bethany
He left you behind and he’s not going to find you. You’re going nowhere.
I sit up with a gasp, and my red raw wrist pulls painfully on the
Counting the day I was passed out, and yesterday with the visit from
Damir, this is my third day on the yacht. I wonder how fast yachts travel,
and how far we could be from Britain. I wonder if anyone’s even noticed
I’m gone.
I lie there for a while, busting for the toilet. There’s the sound of a
key turning in a lock. A stranger stands in the open doorway, a man wearing
a black T-shirt and jeans, his dark hair in a ponytail. He’s about thirty,
younger than Damir but just as dangerous looking. I’m conscious that under
my skirt I’m naked, and I tuck my legs tightly beneath me.
carrying a tray. I catch the scent of food. It’s been a long time since I’ve
the man is ready with the cuffs, and I have no choice but to let him fasten
“You work for Damir, I suppose.” I say, hating him for his obvious
out.
“I’m here against my will!” I shout at the closing door. The lock
me will be worse than yesterday. Unless I escape, I can only imagine his
I sit up and turn to the bedside table. The tray contains a turkey
sandwich with Swiss cheese, cranberry jelly and lettuce on rye on a paper
I reach for the sandwich and bite into it hungrily. It’s good, and I eat
quickly, swallowing mouthfuls between sips of the coffee.
After I finish, there’s nothing to do but lie there and wonder what
the hell Damir has planned for me. I suppose I’m a toy for him to amuse
himself with in between raging at his brother and Ciara. At the very
Sometime later I hear the door being unlocked. I scoot up the bed,
and I see I’m right to be wary when the door swings open to reveal Damir.
He glances at my prone form and the empty plate and cup, and
closes the door behind him. When he turns back to me, he’s smiling. “You
My left arm, the one that’s still handcuffed, feels numb, and I try
and arrange myself so that I’m not pulling on it so much. The pain is
does it mean?”
Damir comes and stands over me. “Didn’t you look it up, or ask
Mikhail?”
Yeah, I would have died if Mr. Ravnikar had told me that. Come to
dispense with these for now. I’ll keep them handy for later.” I watch him
unlock the handcuffs. When he releases my left hand I almost gasp from
relief, and massage the red marks on my wrist.
“But I enjoy it so much.” The pitch of his voice is low and sultry.
big hands. Then he leans down and presses his lips gently against my raw
flesh. “All right. If you’re good.” He looks up at me, his silver eyes
dazzling. “You’ll find I’m a reasonable man, Bethany. If you behave, you’ll
have all sorts of privileges. There’s so much I want to give you, but
remember, I can take it all away again, just like that.” He snaps his fingers
Leisurely, he sits down on the bed beside me, and without the
handcuffs I could almost be fooled into thinking we’re just two people
having a chat.
my voice.
nearby ships. I dearly want to know where we are and whether I can expect
help. “Can you take me up now?” I ask, trying to sound casual. “I’d love
Damir reaches out and strokes my cheek. His touch is warm and
I want to shove past him and lunge for the door, but I clench my
hands on the sheets instead. Patience. Earn his trust and then make a break
for it at the right time.
“What about what you said in your office before we left London?”
“No, that it’s all over, and they’re coming for you. Who’s they? If
“You don’t need to worry about that. That the past is done with, and
Damir leans in closer, as if he’s going to kiss me, but I dodge away.
make him pull back. I’ve just poured icy water all over his ardor. Take that,
you bastard.
“When I find him, I’m going to kill him. He sold me out for pussy.”
“He didn’t sell you out. He tried to help someone you were
terrorizing.”
Damir leaps off the bed and grips the headboard either side of my
head, leaning in menacingly close. “Don’t let me hear you talk about
“Like what?”
“Like you care about him. Especially not Misha. Everyone always
I should shut up, because I’ve already pushed him too far, but I can’t
help myself. “Mr. Ravnikar is a good man, and Ciara didn’t do anything to
Damir’s eyes flare with cold blue fire. “I’m going to enjoy killing
He really means it. I can see the desire for blood blazing in his eyes.
Damir’s hand slides lovingly around my throat. I turn my face away, afraid
to look upon the specter of my own death. I don’t want to die. I’m not going
to die. If he wants to play psychopath and kill everyone he’s ever known,
he’s not going to get me, too. I’ll be the one who survives.
“And you my princesa.” Damir’s lips graze my cheek, and his hot
breath stirs my hair. “I’ve got all sorts of wonderful things in mind for you.”
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Damir
I lean forward and plant a slow kiss on her cheek, letting her feel my
warm breath against her neck for a moment. Then I pull away and stand up,
enjoying the confusion in her eyes. I want her unprepared, off balance,
My eyes run over her pretty little body. I glance at the window, and then
back at her. “It will be dark soon. If you manage to get out of this room, be
behind me. Even if she gets out of this room, she won’t be going very far.
We’re miles and miles away from the nearest land.
Boris, who’s been my head of security and right-hand man for two years
now. He’s a capable ex-Army northerner and he’s the one who’s been
Then there’s Andreja, an ex-chef who’s taken over the galley and is
as good with a knife as I am, able to carve out eyeballs and joints of meat
with equal ease. And finally there’s Domen and Alenko, two biker types
who cut their teeth robbing banks. Domen used to be in the Army, and has
brother and Ciara Alders. Boris, and I are going to focus on the
investigation. The rest of you are to keep an eye on our prisoner, keep the
yacht running and go ashore as needed. Only an eye on her,” I say, glaring
round at them. “If anyone touches Bethany, she’ll be wearing your balls as
fucking earrings.”
score I should have settled long ago. It’s going to be dangerous. It’s going
to be bloody. I can’t guarantee that we’ll all make it out alive. From Monte
Carlo, or from wherever my brother has gone to ground. But we’re doing
I look around at the men. They stare back at me stoically, and nod.
“Oh, yes. She’s a key part of both plans, Monte Carlo and finding
Mikhail.”
gets hurt?”
me. “Let me worry about the girl. You all do your jobs, and nothing can go
wrong.”
Monte Carlo. While the streets of this luxury gambling city will be
a holiday.
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Bethany
It’s surprising how boring being the prisoner of a madman can be. I’m free
to move about my cabin, now, but quickly lose interest in it. I do some yoga
moves and jumping jacks, and then grow sleepy because there’s nothing to
do, and lie down and have a nap.
bars. I fume at them lying on the carpet, tossed there like I’m some animal,
and then get out of bed and pick them up. I chew them furiously sitting on
the bed, fantasizing about all the ways I could take my revenge on Damir.
Mikhail seems to have resorted to the law, throwing the evidence he has at
the police’s feet and then going into hiding. That won’t work for me. Maybe
I could castrate the bastard with a blunt knife.
When it’s dark, the man with the black ponytail brings me more
food. This time it’s a chicken casserole made with tomatoes and olives. It’s
The paper plate my food sits on is soggy so I eat quickly, and drink the
milky coffee it comes with. I have no bottled water so I drink out of the tap
in the bathroom again.
myself in order to get the jump on someone coming into the room. What
weapon could I use against them? Maybe I could make a garrote from a
piece of bedsheet, and when they come through the door I could slip it
around their neck and pull it tight. Could I kill someone in that way? I
emotionally, I think I could. I’d need loads of therapy once I got back to
civilization, but after a few sessions I’d probably take it in my stride. These
press my thighs together and wince at the tingling sensation. The guy who’s
been bringing me food is a foot taller than me and he works out. I might be
able to get the ripped piece of bed sheet around his neck, but I just don’t
have the upper body strength to strangle him while he struggles to free
himself.
I spend the remaining daylight hours doing push-ups and squats and
yoga poses, to pass the time but also to keep up what little strength I have.
Then I take a shower, and put my clothes back on my wet body because I
have no towels. I peer out the window for a while, hoping to see lights in
until morning.
I’m roused sometime later by the sense that something is wrong, but
The background hum of the yacht’s engine has died away. I get up
and go to the window, peering out at the ocean and then as far as I can to
the left and the right. It’s still pitch black out there. We haven’t pulled into a
port. Maybe the crew have killed the engines because the plan is to stay
My heart leaps at the thought. If we’re stranded, Damir and his men
will have to put out a distress call. Other people mean the possibility of
rescue. I alternate between peering out the port window and standing with
my ear pressed against the door. Feet tramp up and down the corridor
outside for a few minutes, and I call out, but I’m ignored. Then I hear
through me. What if the yacht’s been boarded by pirates or some other
I start hammering on my door. “Hey! Hey, you guys out there! What
the hell’s going on? Damir? Ponytail guy? Are you out there?”
Maybe there’s been a mutiny on board and someone’s hurt Damir, or
even killed him. Maybe whoever it is has become sick of their crazy boss
and is going to take us back home. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the coast
guard or water police or something. My spirits lift, and I call out and bang
A key turns in the lock, and I stumble back. The door opens, and I
blink in the sudden light. It’s not Damir, but one of his men, and he’s
holding a torch.
Shielding my eyes from the glare, I ask, “What’s going on? Is the
yacht in trouble?”
Ponytail guy, and he seems wound up. “Stay in here, and quit making so
much rack—”
“What was that?” I gasp, as the same time ponytail guy spits a curse.
He slams out of my cabin and his footsteps hurry away. I’m left in utter
darkness once more, straining to hear anything beyond these four walls.
anchor.
There is, of course, the possibility that whoever attacked one of the
crewmembers will do worse things to me than Damir has planned, but hey.
didn’t hear ponytail guy lock the door when he left. At least, I don’t think I
did. Slowly, I feel my way forwards. My fingertips brush the wall, and I
move a little to the right until I feel doorframe. With a pounding heart, I
fumble for the door handle and turn it. Then I pull.
The door opens.
sound beyond. Should I stay where I am? Or go and see for myself?
There might be help out there. I have to go and see for myself.
Keeping my back against the wall, I tiptoe toward the staircase that leads to
the fresh air. Peeking up to the deck above, I see no one. I hear no one,
the yacht but me? What if everyone’s dead but me? The killer could still be
stalking the decks. I clap a hand over my mouth, smothering a hysterical
giggle. I’d really be Darwin Award-worthy if I got gutted like a fish because
I’ve been locked up too long and I’m going a little crazy.
maniacs.”
toward the back of yacht. The bridge and all the electronic equipment will
be at the front. The power seems to be out, but I think ships and things have
emergency generators, don’t they? If I can reach the bridge, I can radio for
help.
hear nothing but my own breathing. I leave the emergency lighting behind
me, but the yacht is silvered with moonlight so I can see well enough. I turn
to look over my shoulder, and I think I see a shadow move, as if a man has
just ducked out of sight. I stare at the spot for a full minute, wondering if I
imagined it.
I’m watching a movie of my own life steals over me again. I’m in the
audience too, and we’ve seen the deaths of each and every person aboard
this yacht. The camera has shown me walking unwittingly past blood-
streaked walls and dismembered corpses. Now I’m edging toward my own
death. No no no! we’re all screaming, throwing popcorn at the screen. Don’t
Yeah, I’ve made too many mistakes to be the final girl. I’m
definitely getting snuffed.
I grip the railing, staring blindly around in the dark. I need to make
one last solid effort to stay alive, and that barricade is sounding pretty good
shadows.
On silent feet, I hurry to the left hand side of the yacht—starboard?
and electrical fires. It’s about a foot and a half long, and when I pull it from
its holder I find it’s comfortingly solid and heavy. One good thwack to a
man’s head and he’d go down. For good measure I pull the pin out and
practice aiming the nozzle. Now I have a melee and a ranged weapon.
Score.
My eyes land on the fire extinguisher again, and then at the hatch just to my
right.
discover if an invisible demon was coming into their room at night. The
powder comes out in a hiss so loud that no one nearby can have failed to
hear it. Gripping the canister tightly, I flip open the hatch and climb down
the ladder one-handed, my heart pounding wildly in my ears.
As I stand in the dark space among what feels like stacks of life
vests, I listen with everything I have. All is silent, but is that because I was
but I’m not letting go of the only thing I have to protect me. When I’m
standing on the deck again, I look around.
and cups my ass, working his fingers into the cleft. My eyes go wide, and I
make angry buzzing sounds in the back of my throat.
Then I catch the silky scent of his familiar cologne.
back and forth with possessive, hungry movements. Wetness surges against
his fingers.
There was nothing wrong with the yacht. Damir staged the whole
thing.
The vibe was one thing. Rubbing myself against the fingers of a
man who has stalked me through a darkened ship and shoved me up against
a wall is another. My cheek heats against the cool metal wall, and I gasp
His fingers find my clit and I gasp, my head thrown back. I can feel
his breath lightly fanning the nape of my neck.
I shake my head as much as I can. Not that. I can’t do that. Not with
him.
Damir pulls his T-shirt up over his head and tosses it aside. I suck in
a breath at the sight of him. His broad chest and heavy shoulders taper
down to a lean waist. His stomach is flat and muscular, with a trail of dark
hair disappearing into his tight-fitting jeans.
patch of dark hair is revealed, and then the thick base of his cock. His
length springs free as he pushes his jeans slowly down and steps out of
them. Damir Ravnikar is sculpted like a Roman statue, but with a much,
much bigger dick than any Classical artist would dare to carve.
hands slip beneath my blouse and palm my waist and belly. A cool breeze
blows across my flesh, making my nipples tighten. Damir’s heated gaze
slips down over my body and sees them standing out in little points.
He pulls my top up and over my head and casts it aside, and then
pulls the skirt down my legs. The bra he unclasps and throws aside. With
my naked body pressed against his, I feel drunk and afraid. He hoists me
easily into his arms and my legs wrap around his hips. The cool wall
presses against my back and I hold onto his shoulders. I can’t see his eyes in
the dark, but I feel their intensity.
Then his mouth is on mine. A lover’s kiss, deep and hungry. His
against my sex, and my senses finally flood back. My eyes fly open. I don’t
know what I’m doing. I’ve never had sex before. Under his touch, I’d
completely forgotten.
“No, wait. I’m a virgin,” I gasp against his mouth.
If I thought that would make him hesitate or let me go, I was wrong.
Damir just growls and kisses me harder. With his hands palming my ass, he
penetrates me slowly. It feels like I’m being invaded with a hot, thick
weapon. Searing pain makes me cry out and I lock my arms around his
neck, clutching for dear life to the very thing that’s causing me such agony.
My core tightens painfully around him.
partway into me, he plants soft kisses all over my face and throat,
murmuring in Slovenian. But he doesn’t withdraw. He reaches down
between us to find my clit, rubbing tenderly on my aching flesh. A ribbon
of pleasure curls through me.
He holds me like this, pinned against the wall by his body and his
cock. The respite is only temporary. He’s not going to stop or put me down.
The cool night air ruffles my hair as he kisses my throat. I let my head fall
back, trying to get used to the sensation of him. With his fingers touching
rhythm. Deep inside me, the pleasure has started to throb, and it pulses to
the rhythm of his thrusts. I arch my pelvis to meet him, as if he’s taken
hostage of my senses, not only my body. Damir thrusts up and gravity pulls
me down.
“I was always going to capture you, my little princesa,” Damir tells
me. “So why did you run?”
Slowly, he lets me slide down the wall. I stand limply on the cold
floor, feeling bruised and battered, and barely alive, like hunted prey
should. Damir takes me by the hand and leads me away from the direction
of my cabin. I’m too weak to wonder where we’re going.
sleepy child. He turns the taps on and washes me under the hot shower. The
water cascades over our naked bodies, and his hands holding the loofah are
gentle as he rubs warm, soapy water all over my body. He’s the one who’s
made me raw inside and out, but now he’s making it better again.
I look at his cock under the running water, still thick and swollen,
though not so upright. I thought if I ever had sex a cock would feel like a
length of dead flesh inside me, and I’d be numb around it. What just
happened with Damir was anything but deadened.
He puts me into bed and then gets in beside me, and switches out the
lights. Strong limbs wrap around me, pulling me against him. I’m cocooned
and safe, but all the same I lie there with my eyes wide open, confused.
“Is this your bedroom?” I whisper.
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Damir
I wake several times in the night to check on Bethany, and find her sleeping
soundly. Or dead to the world, more like. The last few days seem to have
taken it out of her. Whenever I move my body she rouses slightly, nestles
closer to me in her sleep, and then descends into deep slumber again.
Yeah, she’s really about to murder me. I laugh softly and close my
eyes again.
Around half-past seven in the morning, her eyes finally flutter open.
She peers sleepily around, sees me just a few inches from her, looks down
and sees we’re both naked, and then gasps and shrinks away from me,
“Yes. I fucked you. And I will again, very soon.” Her eyes widen in
alarm, and I laugh. “But not just yet, my tender little virgin. You can relax.”
Bethany sits up and looks about the cabin, frowning like she’s
piecing everything together. “You staged that whole thing last night, didn’t
in the morning. The sheet has slipped down over one of her breasts as she
talks, and I reach out with a forefinger to trace her rosy nipple.
She gasps at my touch, losing her train of thought. I palm her heavy
could be gentle with her. Well, I could try being gentle. Novelty can be
pleasant.
my question?”
I’ll answer her. Not because her tone was any better, but because I
want her to know. “Yes, I staged the whole thing. I wanted to terrify you out
So did Bethany, but I can see she’s not ready to accept that. It
doesn’t matter. We both know that she came on my cock last night.
“The sun is shining at it promises to be a beautiful day. Let’s enjoy
ourselves.” There’s a phone on the bedside table, and I lift the handset and
speak into it. “Breakfast for two on the upper deck, prosim.”
Getting out of bed, I find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for Bethany,
and give them to her. Once we’re ashore I’ll be able to dress her in the
manner I prefer, but for now, it’s cute seeing her in my clothes. Like a
schoolgirl, she averts her blushing gaze from my naked body and pulls the
I dress in pants and a loose, button-down shirt, and then hold out my
hand for Bethany. She staring off into space, an expression of horror on her
face.
“Princesa?”
Bethany turns to me, accusation vivid in her voice. “You didn’t use
protection last night. You’re probably riddled with all sorts of disgusting
I feel my jaw tighten. “No, I’m not. I’m vigilant about what I do
with my body and I take care of myself. I take care of you, too. Do you
Any harm that I don’t inflict on her myself, that is, for her pleasure
as well as mine.
I watch her carefully. Her face is pale with sleep and her long curls
are an untidy riot, but her eyes are blazing. “You’re in no position to make
demands.”
“You have a brother to take revenge on. Do you really think having
She does have a point, but that doesn’t change our situation. I can’t
give her what she’s asking for. “This is a well-stocked yacht, but I’m afraid
“Take us to shore then, or make a call and chopper the meds out
here.”
I suppose I could do that, but I don’t know if I want to. I point at the
bathroom door. “Go wash up. Then breakfast. You have three minutes to
I lean close, making my voice dangerously soft. “Then I’ll lock you
back up in that stuffy little cabin and come and play with you down there,
where no one can hear you scream.”
A little ripple goes down Bethany’s spine, not of fear. Anticipation.
“Or maybe I’ll just do that anyway.” I reach for her, but she nips smartly
into the bathroom. My laugh follows her as she slams the door.
Up on the main deck, the table has been set for two with linen,
bottles of sparkling water, jugs of juice and a bowl of fruit salad. I sit down
and wait for my girl, watching the gentle undulation of the sea. It’s a perfect
day, clear and sunny, with a cool breeze to take the sting out of the hot
sunshine.
A few minutes later Bethany appears. She stares at the table for a
She does as she’s told, but sits cross-legged and slouching in the
suppose she thinks she’s denying me what I want by acting like this. As if I
I reach for the silver coffee pot and pour out two cups, and then take
the lids off dishes of scrambled eggs, bacon, smoked salmon, mushrooms
and spinach. Bethany sits there, just looking at the food, so I get to work
I’m famished and take a huge bite of bacon and egg. “Eat, princesa.
She glowers at me for a moment, and then picks up her knife and
fork. At first she takes small, reluctant bites, but the food is good and her
appetite is sparked, and soon she’s eating with gusto. I offer her cream and
“Where are we?” she asks, gazing around at the sun sparkling on the
azure sea.
“It’s a secret.”
the horizon, and then glances at the sun in the sky, squinting. “It’s warm, so
we’ve probably traveled east into the Mediterranean, or south down the
west coast of Africa. We’re travelling into the rising sun right now, so I’m
She eats easily now, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. My eyes
slip down over her body and I remember the feel of her legs wrapped
tightly around my hips.
She was a virgin. That was unexpected. I wonder who or what she
was saving herself for. I choose to believe it was me. Or, if not literally me,
then the only man who could make her feel like she did last night. I took
despicable, lying bastard, I wanted her. When this is all over, I’ll still want
her.
“If you are pregnant, I’d never let anything happen to you. Or the
child.”
“If you—”
“I have questions about Mr. Ravnikar and Ciara.”
She takes a shuddering breath. “Why me? You’re rich. You’re good-
looking. There must be hundreds of women willing to sleep with you and
Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes fearful. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”
“It means, if any other man made you feel like I make you feel, you
would have given yourself to him already. But you didn’t. You waited for
I throw back my head and laugh. She’s not going to make me angry
with her little jibes.
Bethany shakes her head. “Whatever, you crazy bastard. I know one
thing for sure. Mr. Ravnikar and Ciara don’t deserve whatever you plan on
doing to them, so how about you just drop this revenge plot and we can all
go home?”
There’s no going back. Not ever. Not for me, Bethany, and certainly
not for Mikhail and Ciara. “Why are you still so loyal to him? He left you
behind.”
She shrugs, her expression unhappy. “I missed his call. He had to
protect Ciara from you. He’s obviously in love with her, and I’m happy
about that. I’m happy in the part I had to play in their relationship.”
I feel my brows draw together. “What?”
“You really thought Mr. Ravnikar could have come up with that
scheme to win her all on his own? Please. He’s even more hopeless with
women than you are.”
She’s speaking carelessly but I can sense a ripple of her fear beneath
the surface. It’s matched by my own gradually unfurling anger as I listen to
you?”
She lifts her chin, daring and afraid at the same time. “It’s got
everything to do with me. If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Ravnikar would never
have fallen in love with Ciara. He would never even have spoken to her. It
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Bethany
Damir starts up out of his chair and slams his palms on the table. “Bethany.
What did you do?”
I meet his blazing eyes. Better that he’s furious with me than
thinking we can start some happy little family on the run. “I knew you were
a madman. I knew what you’d do to Ciara if you got your hands on her. I
sugar daddy?”
He keeps laughing as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and
“Because it’s just too pathetic. Did he meet her in hotel rooms and
get his cock sucked for ten grand a time?
“Actually,” I say icily, “it was all done very tastefully. Private dining
I look down at my borrowed clothing and the yacht around me. I’m
been nothing gentlemanly about the way Damir has treated me. Ciara may
have been lied to at first, but at least she wasn’t kidnapped. I bet she was
eager to go with Mr. Ravnikar when she saw how much he loved her. They
“Mr. Ravnikar worked hard to win Ciara over. He has class and
sensitivity, two things you clearly lack, and he’d never, ever hurt her. He’s
going to protect the woman he loves with everything he’s got.”
Damir shouts with laughter again. “Is that what you think you want?
A big soppy teddy like my brother to paw at you and buy you handbags?
“Like what?”
He grins wider.
honor.”
“Stop calling him Mr. Ravnikar. He’s not your boss anymore.”
I take a pert sip of my juice. That wiped the smile off his face. “I’ve
Damir pours us both more coffee, adds cream and sugar to mine,
and then sits back, steaming cup in his hand. Instead of answering my
Yeah. So am I. Such as, What the hell are we going to do now, you
crazy bastard? “Oh?” I say, letting him go first. It’s only polite. He’s the
help Ciara in the first place? My brother was never moved by gold-diggers
before.”
“Ciara wasn’t a gold-digger, and Mr. Ravnikar—Mikhail—wanted
to help her before he even met her. That footage of her at the funeral
seemed to get to him. I walked in and saw him watching it and he got all
funny.”
it.”
“And then that little grasping bitch wound him around her little
finger.”
“No. I told you, she’s not like that. She made Mikhail work for it,
even as terrified and desperate as she was.” Terrified because of you. “She
pushed him away again and again because she was too proud to take money
worst of Ciara. In his strange way, I think Damir actually loved Mikhail,
and Mikhail may have loved him, too. It’s a shame it all fell apart, because I
doubt there’s another soul in the world who could ever love Damir
Ravnikar.
at the horizon.
“I don’t know why he wanted to help her,” I say slowly, “but you
breaths. “Yes. I know why. Our father used to hit our mother, and Misha
loved his mama.” He sneers this like loving his mother was a terrible
personality fault. “She’s the one who called him Misha. When he saw me
having a little talk with Ciara, those old memories must have come back.
Damir gets up and starts pacing up and down. “Misha the white
knight just had to protect the poor little girl, did he? Always so fucking
shrugging.
“How dare he think that,” Damir seethes, “when I killed our father
for him.”
“You what?”
He turns to the railing and grips it with his hands, as if he’s trying to
strangle it to death.
I hesitate, and then get up and go to his side. Damir is glaring at the
between us.”
He glances down at me, and then turns and rests his hip on the
railings and folds his arms. With the sun limning his black-shirted shoulders
and glinting on the dark hair of his arms, he looks like a villain brought out
“If you had, you would have seen an ugly great scar on his chest,
right over his heart. Our father did that to him when he was twenty-one. He
stabbed his own son with a kitchen knife. If I hadn’t shown up, Mikhail
I picture it, the young Damir struggling with his father to save his
brother’s life. He must have loved Mikhail, once. “So you killed a tyrant
“I don’t lose any sleep. Not over the things I’ve done.”
I watch him go back to the table and sit down. “What do you lose
sleep over?”
“People who haven’t been made to pay. But I’m working on it.”
I sit down as well and reach for my glass of juice. Curious, that
Damir is so into justice. His idea of justice, at least. While I’m lost in
thought, Damir moves his plate aside and opens his laptop.
I run my eyes down the results. A lost and found teenager. A British
woman who disappeared in Thailand was and later found drowned. Some
questions,” I retort, glaring out across the sea. Damir’s eyebrows lift, and I
kick myself for letting the news get to my like that.
“I’m going back to the cabin. It’s hot.” I stand up, but Damir catches
my wrist and holds me in place.
“No, you don’t. Where are your parents? Why have your friends not
noticed you’re gone?”
Of all the things that might have made me cry since being
I twist in his grasp, trying to free myself, but I only make the raw
skin on my wrist burn. “Because I haven’t got anyone to report me missing,
Damir stares at me for a full minute, and then growls, “This isn’t
fucking good enough.” He turns back to his laptop and starts typing angrily.
“What? Why?”
“There should be police out there looking for you. People being
Damir Ravnikar and Mikhail Ravnikar, and British citizen Ciara Alders,
who have all recently left the United Kingdom.
“Don’t put—” I start to say, Don’t put that bit about me being
connected to you, or they might really find me, before I remember that I
actually do want the police to find me. I stare at Damir, perplexed. “You
realize this could make things more dangerous for you? If my photo ends up
in the press, someone might recognize me.” If I’m ever taken ashore.
Maybe he never will.
Damir finishes the form, and hits submit. “It changes nothing. I
assumed people were looking for you.” He stands up and puts two hands on
my shoulders, and stares deep into my eyes. “Why isn’t anyone looking for
you?”
Is he pitying me? I shrug his hands off angrily. “Because I haven’t
got anyone to miss me. I haven’t got any parents. I lost all my old friends,
and I never made any new ones.”
He frowns deeper. “How did this happen to you?”
my belly like knots of thick worms. Why did he have to tell me that no one
had even noticed I was gone? I planned on making new friends. I really did,
but it was too painful meeting up with the other foster girls after a while,
and I just couldn’t relate to the girls I’d meet at work or uni. Once they got
to know me, they’d think I’m a freak, and I have a hard time hiding what
goes on inside my head. Too often I blurt out exactly what I’m think, so it
was best just to take a break from people for a while.
“Bethany.”
My eyes snap to his. “What do you want me to say? You think I’m
taking all your bullshit in my stride because I’m happy, popular and well-
adjusted? You idiot.”
I think he’s going to slap me, but instead he cups my face between
his hands. “If everyone in the world has turned their back on you, then I’m
sorry. But you know what? Everyone means shit to me. Everyone but you.”
I take a shuddering breath. “I’m not falling for this manipulative
bullshit. If you think you’re going to say a few nice things to me and then
tomorrow we’re going to be wielding machine guns and robbing banks
whisper, my eyes closed, cheek pressed against his chest. He’s holding me
tighter than anyone’s ever held me in my life. “You might have reported me
my face. “Watch your pretty rosebud mouth, princesa, or I’ll find a way to
fill it.”
talking about. His brother. His father. Me not missing…oh, god. His fingers
reached my clit, and I’m back there in the dark, feeling gravity pull me
down the thick length of his cock as he has me pinned against the wall.
“Damir, don’t—”
Damir plants a kiss on my mouth and I’m already breathing hard.
The tip of his tongue teases mine, and I can’t help but wonder what it would
feel like on my clit if he had me spread open beneath him.
Almost like being on vacation. What do you think, shall we enjoy ourselves
today?”
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Damir
watch a movie.”
She tucks her hair behind her ears and pulls my hand out of her
sweats as she moves away. “Oh, enjoy ourselves, like normal people? I
cabin.
I cast her a mysterious look. “It is. Maybe it’s a clue for later.”
I have a few pairs of swimming shorts and I lend one of them to
Bethany, and she changes into them in the bathroom. She emerges with the
sweats over her arms and my T-shirt on. I’m already missing the sweats.
“You don’t have to wear anything. I’ve seen you naked,” I point out.
The moonlight was luminous on her skin. Her unmarked, pretty skin. How
She puts her nose in the air and sails past me. “Come on, are we
swimming or not?”
jumps straight in, and comes up gasping with pleasure, my white T-shirt
“Being in the water on a yacht in the middle of the sea, with no one
to disturb us.” I smile, remembering her faked posts on the dating app. “It’s
“I’d need a bikini for Instagram. Why don’t you take me shopping?”
ulterior motive for going ashore. The morning after pill. And another likely
I wrap my arms around her in the water, but she ducks out of my
cutting through the water. She’s quite fit, I realize, watching her move
After a while I get out and lie on a sunbed, napping in the warm
sunshine. When I open my eyes again Bethany is out of the water, too, and
is occupying another bed that’s in the shade. Being careful of her skin, I
suppose. I’ve always tanned easily but Bethany looks like the sort of
I go see about some lunch for us, and come back with a tray from
Southampton. I put the tray on a low table and sit down on Bethany’s
annoyed, but then interested as her eyes land on the food. She didn’t each
I grit my teeth. I’m trying to forget about Mikhail and Ciara for a
little while. I’ve briefed some private investigators on who I’m looking for,
and Boris is still searching flight records, so I’d rather think about more
cracker, and pops it into her mouth, munching appreciatively. “I think I’ve
I grin and pop a grape in my mouth. “Last night you mean? Yes, that
“I’m still your prisoner, no matter how much smoked salmon and
“Yes, you are. And such a beautiful one, too.” I take a sip of
champagne. I think I’m rather good at this kidnapping business. Just look at
us, sitting here together by the pool, our relationship already consummated.
More or less willingly. How many other villains in my position could say
Bethany plays with a grape, turning it round in her fingers. “I’m not
going to help you hurt anyone. Have you lived so long in your crazy,
cynical world that you’ve forgotten how normal people think?”
Still looking at the grape, Bethany bites her lip. Then she pops it
into her mouth and chews quickly. “Maybe I did let you touch me in your
office and maybe I did like it in a weird, twisted way,” she says in a low
voice. “But that doesn’t mean I like you, trust you, or think you’re anything
close to sane.”
I grin broadly. “Who says I’m not saner than all of you?”
“If you were sane, you would understand why Mikhail and I wanted
to help Ciara. I know you don’t want to hear it, but she’s a nice person. I
knew her a little from classes. She was always nice to me when I made the
effort to speak to her, and trust me, I wasn’t that nice to her. I get all prickly
around normal—around people. I’d watch her taking notes in class with
different colored pens and highlighters. It was cute.” She subsides into
silence, thinking. “I saw her on the first day of class, when she knew she
owed you money but had no idea how she was going get it for you. She just
wanted her life back. It wasn’t much, just her freedom and her studies, but it
was hers. I know how that feels. Growing up in foster care, nothing is
yours.”
Bethany seems lost in thought, rolling another grape between her
fingers. I want to know what makes a girl like Bethany tick. She’s so unlike
She hesitates for a moment, and then says, “Google the baby in the
hatbox London.”
I reach for my phone and type the keywords into the browser. Up
street at Christmas twenty years ago. The journalist failed. She never found
She nods. “I could probably do one of those ancestry DNA tests and
see if I match with anyone in the database, but what would be the point? I’d
only discover the names of the people who didn’t want me. Fun.”
Bethany turns away as she drinks her champagne, but she can’t hide
what she’s feeling from me. What happens when you’re young shapes you
for life. I get it. Mikhail probably thinks that I’m the way I am because of
how our mother and father treated us, but it was Nataša’s death that
changed me, because that’s when I saw how little our family valued loyalty.
“Did Mikhail take Ciara overseas anywhere? Or talk about taking her
overseas?”
Bethany opens her mouth to answer, and then closes it, frowning.
“Just curious.”
burns through me. “I played those voicemails he left for you. He waited,
what, an hour before taking off without you?”
“Fuck you.”
I reach for her, and she flinches away as if she’s afraid I’m going to
batter her like some drunken suburban husband. I take hold of her wrist and
haul her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s get changed.”
I take her downstairs to the room below the bridge. It’s papered in maroon
and there are maroon velvet couches in front of a twenty-foot screen. Gold
sconces on the walls, like a movie theater of old.
“Wow, this place is cute,” she says, gazing around. Her hair is extra
curly from the water and sun. I hand her a paper bag of sweets and collect
Bethany’s eye.
“It Follows. I’ve been meaning to see that.”
From the description, it’s a psychological horror about a fatal curse
that’s passed from victim to victim through sex. I start the film, watching
the story unfold but also watching Bethany, too. She chews on candied
snakes as the light from the screen plays across her face, biting down on a
soft head, pulling on it until it snaps, and then taking the length slowly into
As the film progresses, I feel her inching closer to me. Maybe she’s
cold, or maybe she’s scared of the film, but from her rapt, unblinking stare,
I doubt it. About halfway through I lay my arm along the back of the couch,
and she doesn’t move away.
Finally, the screen goes black, and the credits roll.
I turn and look down at Bethany. “What did you think?”
The crisp fall season. But the sex-zombie thing…that was different. I loved
it. They could have made it a stuffy morality tale or an excuse to put teen
sex on the big screen, but it was just a good and clever horror film.”
“What do you think happened to the main girl after the movie? The
sex zombie was still at large. Did it get her in the end?”
Bethany shakes her head confidently. “Oh, she’s totally going to
She looks into her paper bag, examining the sweets to see what’s
left. “You know, the last one. The girl who survives. You must have noticed
that in just about every good horror film, the heroine outlives the bad guy.
Laurie from Halloween. Ripley from Alien. Sidney from Scream.”
I think back over the horror films I’ve seen, and many of them do
“You are?”
“Yes. Or I was.” She looks up at me through her lashes, and
viciously bites the head off another jelly snake. “I’m not a virgin anymore,
so I’m probably doomed. Plus, I drank champagne with the bad guy. You’re
not allowed to drink or have sex if you’re the final girl. The bad guy likes to
get you while you’re having sex.”
Oh, how true that is. I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and to my
surprise, her eyes flutter closed. I keep exploring her body through the soft
clothes, and she moans and arches into my hand.
I lean down and put my lips against her ear. “Bethany, baby. Do
horror films make you wet?”
She sucks slowly on the jelly snake, her eyes still closed, then pulls
it from her mouth with a pop. Eyes still closed, she murmurs, “They just get
slip off easily. Her breath hitches, but she keeps talking. I get down between
her legs and spread her open.
to kill me.”
My intake of breath is a hiss as I see how wet she is. I lean forward
and kiss her pussy, and then slip my tongue between her folds. I groan,
because my girl tastes like hot arousal and sweet sugar.
of you.”
She opens her eyes, and her green eyes meet mine as I go on licking
her. I expect her to deny it, but she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps
her legs around my shoulders.
“Yes.” Arching her back, she moves her pussy closer to my mouth
and goes back to sucking that jelly snake, her tongue curling lasciviously
around it. Then she whispers, “Have you thought about hurting me?”
“Many times, princesa,” I say, pushing down my sweats, captivated
folds, lazily spreading her slipperiness all over her sex. I pull the jelly snake
from her lips and replace it for a moment with my finger, which she
obediently sucks.
her.
Bethany’s eyes blaze with delight and curiosity, and I slip my hand
around her slender throat. So fragile. So willing to offer her most vulnerable
parts up to me. I rise up on my knees on the sofa, and I impale her slowly
with my cock. Bethany’s body goes supine beneath mine, surrendering
everything to me. As I work her with my cock her inner muscles ripple
around me.
“I’ve imagined going a little crazy with my knife, cutting too deep
“So have I,” she pants. “So many times. I can still smell it on you.”
“I will take you like that again, amid the blood of my enemies. I can
blade glinting among sensitive parts. I apply the point to her soft inner
thigh. She’s staring at it with an intensity that is matched only by the
pounding of my heart.
I press firmly and draw the blade down. Bethany’s mouth opens in a
silent cry. I make a shallow cut of three, and as I reach the end and lift the
blade away, she comes. The sight of her blood dripping down her flesh and
becoming mingled with her arousal drives me wild.
I do it twice more, and each time she watches the path of the knife
with wide, enraptured eyes, her breath increasing in pitch, and then she
climaxes so hard she’s like a fucking vice around my cock. The third time I
come with her, and throw the knife to one side in favor of capturing her
hands and pressing them down into the sofa cushions as I lose all control.
“Damir, pull out,” she gasps.
I don’t want to, I’m past caring, but she entreats me with those green
eyes. At the last second I withdraw, and shoot ropes of semen over her
thighs. Over the traceries of ruby red blood on her thighs. Fuck, that’s even
better than coming inside her, and I marvel at the sight.
Bethany is breathing hard, her head thrown back and her eyes
closed.
“Wait here,” I tell her, pushing myself to my feet and tucking myself
back into my sweats.
I come back a few moments later with a damp washcloth and a first
aid kit. Bethany is sprawled where I left her, thighs open. She looks like a
desecrated Snow White, and absolutely perfect.
Tenderly, I wipe the blood and semen from her thighs while she
watches me, nibbling on her lower lip. The cuts are little more than nasty
scratches, the sort that a cat’s claw might inflict, and they’re clotting
already.
joking.” I draw her chin up to mine and gaze at her fiercely. “And neither
were you.”
She swallows, and says in a small voice. “I need some fresh air.”
I help her into her clothes and take her up on deck. I stand with her
at the railings, holding her against me, unable to let go. For once she
doesn’t peer urgently around at the sea as if hoping for rescue. She clings to
me, her face painted with shame and her afterglow.
“That was harder for you than last night,” I guess. I was rough with
her last night, but today we acted out one of her fantasies, and by the look
on her face it was more intense than she imagined it would be.
“We shouldn’t have…” she trails off, and buries her face against my
chest.
Poor little dove. She’ll get over her shame in time. I’ll help her.
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Bethany
When I wake up the next morning, my first thought is that I need a shower,
a therapist and a morning after pill.
I shift in the bed, and Damir’s hands slide around my thigh and
belly. He palms the bandage on my thigh, rubbing it with possessive
excellent mood all evening, while I was sunk in confusion and horror. I let
my kidnapper hurt me, and I got off on it. Now I’m waking up in bed with
him after clinging to his warm body all night. I should just throw myself
overboard now.
Before I manage to open my eyes, Damir presses the thick rod of his
cock tight against my ass. Seeking. Needing. I find myself pressing back
against him and I’m so slippery from our close proximity that when I
wriggle back, the tip of his cock slips easily into me. Damir groans into my
hair as he takes hold of my hips, and thrusts all the way into me.
I’m tender from last night, and the night before, but it’s an ache I
can’t get enough of. Damir fucks me steadily; lazy, sleepy sex with only his
hips moving and my arms braced above my head against the headrest,
keeping my body still and arching my back so his dick goes good and deep.
His hand slips around my hips and the pad of his finger works my clit.
“How I love you here with me,” Damir purrs in my ear.
I look up at his body, moving in the morning light, hard muscles playing
over his chest and belly. He watches the plunge of his cock into my pussy
back. “Shit!”
I bury my face in the pillow and groan, while he stretches his arms
over his head with a roar of satisfaction. “What a beautiful day it is. But no
Him and me, or him and his men? I sit up angrily. “I’m not doing
I get dressed and follow him up on deck, and I can’t help but gasp at
“Where are we?” I ask, taking in the mountainous vista. Along the
“Monte Carlo.”
the clear sea air. “I have business with an old friend. I’m going to need you
sweats.”
Only one sentence of what he’s said matters to me. He’s going to
take me ashore. I wonder why he would he risk such a thing when he must
know that I want to escape. He’s not so stupid to think that I’m on his side
now just because we’ve been having sex.
disappears into the bridge. Then he comes back and passes a paper bag to
me, a taut expression on his face. “Here. Boris has already been ashore.”
There are two boxes inside the paper bag. One is the morning after
pill. The other is the contraceptive pill. Three months” worth. I wonder if
asked, and more. Because he cares that I’m happy, or because he wants a
tractable captive?
I rip open the packet and swallow the morning after pills down, dry.
I glower back at him. I’m not going to thank him for something that
he made me wait for and agonize over. If he thinks I’m going to have his
baby and tie myself to him forever, he’s more insane than I thought.
We eat breakfast up on deck again, and I take out and examine the
birth control pills. I count back the days to my last period. “What’s the day
today?”
“Sunday,” he says tightly.
I pop out the correct Sunday pill, and swallow it down with some
juice. After six more days of these pills I won’t have to worry about
making mmm noises over the bacon and sucking the last of my orange juice
through a straw with loud gurgling sounds. As his irritation grows, so does
my pleasure.
Damir throws his napkin on the table and stands up. “I have some
My heart lifts. He’s just going to let me wander around the yacht by
myself? I could poke into all sorts of useful things that might help me plan
an escape. “Uh…yes? Of course.”
staring back at me, hands folded in front of him. Dammit. Not by myself.
Damir leans down to kiss my cheek, his lips softly brushing against
“Someone will be going ashore again in a few hours. Let Boris know if
kidnappers.
In Damir’s room, I find a beach bag, a stack of English-language
magazines and a few paperback novels. Thrillers and romances. The bag
has a sundress, a few T-shirts and some shorts, and sunscreen. I snort when
I fish out a bikini. Is this because of my quip the previous day about
Instagram? I pull it on and find that it more or less fits, and I take the beach
bag with the sunscreen and a romance paperback up to the pool. Boris
Carlo skyline. On those narrow streets I might lose Damir among the
crowds and report him to the police. I don’t have a passport, but that won’t
A guilty pang goes through me. I pull out my novel and stare
determinedly at the first page. Mikhail and Ciara will just have to look after
prevent him from doing exactly what he wants. I’ll just end up dead, too.
I read for a while, not really taking in the words. Days of fear and
tension have taken their toll on me. I find my eyes growing heavier and
drifting closed. The novel sinks into my nap. I’ll just rest my eyes for a
minute…
There’s a warm, rich scent in the air, something sleek and expensive
Lazily, I kiss him back, before I come back into myself enough to
push him away. “My prince has come,” I say dryly, shifting up the sunbed a
little.
“He did, so I killed him and disposed of the body. Now you’re mine,
princesa.”
I stretch my arms up over my head and yawn. “No happily ever after
he’s been trying to track Mikhail and Ciara down all day. Unsuccessfully.
“What have you been up to?” I ask.
He stares out to sea a moment, but I can tell he’s not seeing Monte
Carlo. There are darker thoughts pervading his mind. “That’s not
important.” He turns back to me. “All you need to know is that my loyalty,
once earned, is forever. Double cross me, and I will show no mercy.”
Jeez, someone’s in a mood. I walk two of my fingers playfully up
You don’t need to worry about that just now. What you do need to do is
play a part, and play it well. If you’re a good girl, you’ll earn some
privileges.”
“Like what?”
“More freedoms. Nicer things. And when this is all over, I’ll take
you anywhere you want to go.”
on.”
“Come on, what?” I say, staying where I am.
“I need a red carpet look from you. There are things for you in our
cabin. Be ready in an hour.”
so he can have some candy on his arm tonight,” I mutter, stalking along the
deck of the yacht. On the inside, though, I’m celebrating. He’s going to take
There are a few basic hair things like shampoo and conditioner,
bobby pins and hair spray. I wash my hair and body and shave my legs and
highlighter. No emery board for my nails and no red nail polish. This isn’t
going to be so much red carpet as pub carpet, despite the incredible gown.
will his men, presumably. I’ll just have to play it by ear. Whenever I decide
to make a break for it, I’ll have to make sure it’s the right time. I’ll only
moment. Could we get so deep into crazy shit that he might actually kill me
by accident? Or on purpose? What if I begged him to do it? Choke the life
“I think you may ruin me for all other men. And that’s definitely not a
compliment.”
I put on the dress and a pair of high heels, take one last look into the
mirror, and then step out onto the deck. Night is falling, and the view is
glittering. Tonight, I’m seeing Monte Carlo. What a way to do it, coming
ashore from a superyacht on the arm of a billionaire on the run. I feel like a
Bond girl. No, a Bond villain’s girl. Remembering how disposable women
are in those films and how often they end up dead, though, perhaps it’s not
the happiest of comparisons.
in surprise, but he quickly recovers his composure and firms his mouth. His
eyes, as they look into mine, hold regret, or distress, and I wonder if he
feels some sympathy for my plight. But a moment later, the expression
passes.
“Princesa.”
Damir moves like a panther as he steps forward to take me in his
arms and press a warm kiss behind my ear. “Krasen,” he murmurs.
“Magnificent.”
He’s wearing a gray suit and an open-necked black shirt, all
immaculately cut and fitting close to his body. He’s freshly shaven, and his
eyes gleam like precious stones as he looks down at me.
He helps me down into the waiting speedboat, and into a seat. I feel
wildly unsteady in the rocking craft in these high heels, but he keeps a tight
arm around my waist. Boris is at the wheel, and then we’re speeding over
the water through the sunset. The salty wind whips at my curls.
“Where are we going?” I ask, my eyes on the shimmering shore.
Ciara felt when she first started dating Mikhail, like a rich man’s toy who’s
told to be just tits and ass and an empty head.
I mouth fuck you at Damir, but he merely turns his head to look at
the approaching marina.
other men take seats at the front, Boris driving. There are beautiful people
everywhere, strolling along the shore, standing in open air bars, stepping
out of expensive cars. The women wear beautiful long evening gowns or
short cocktail dresses that show a lot of skin. The men, sculpted and
groomed Europeans, wear suits in pale colors with expensive shoes. I see a
silver fox with a short, neat beard help a much younger woman off the back
of his scooter, and hold her hand as they walk into a restaurant together.
There’s a slender gold watch on her wrist and diamond studs in her ears.
This place is rich-guy heaven. I would have cleaned up here, had I managed
to escape London.
there’s a dirty puddle right by my door, and partly because this alleyway is
setting off my fight or flight response.
Damir comes around to my side of the car, and I start to ask him
what the hell we’re doing in a place like this, but before I can, he leans
down, scoops me up in his arms and lifts me over the puddle. Then he sets
me down on dry asphalt keeping a firm hold of my hand.
There’s a door set back in an alcove, guarded by two enormous
bouncers. They eye us coldly.
his free hand casually in his pants pocket as he converses with the other
bouncer about the weather.
A message is relayed back. We can go in.
We walk down a short, dark corridor and my impression that we’re
entering a torture dungeon doesn’t fade until my high-heeled shoe lands on
soft carpet. The doorway opens up onto a room filled with laughter, music
and the clinking of poker chips. The dingy building is actually a sumptuous
casino, with craps tables, roulette and blackjack, and dozens of people in
evening-wear. It all seems very innocuous, until I look closer. There are
guns laid on some of the blackjack tables, and scantily dressed girls are
giving lap dances in the lounge area. In full view of a security guard, an
older woman snorts something off a handheld mirror and rubs the residue
on her gums.
I’m about to reply that I don’t like this place and want to leave,
when a heavy, autocratic voice behind us says, “Damir Ravnikar. I didn’t
believe it when I heard it was you.”
The smile fades from Damir’s face and something akin to hatred
flickers in his eyes. He lets go of my hand and turns around, and his
brilliant smile is back. He spreads his arms wide. “Lucan Navarro! It’s been
too long.”
The two men clasp each other like father and son, and plant kisses
I open my mouth to announce that I’m certainly not his fiancée, but
Damir squeezes my hand and talks smoothly over me. “We were meant to
be married at the Savoy next month, but of course, all that’s off. We left
England so quickly that Bethany couldn’t even pack her Vera Wang
wedding dress.”
Navarro gives me a soppy, sympathetic look, the sort you might give
a child who’s upset about a broken toy. “Oh, my dear. How terrible for
you.”
A somber mood pervades the air. Navarro’s smile fades. “You heard,
then.”
“I did.” Damir gazes into my eyes, as if we’re sharing a sad
moment. “We both did. Tragic.”
who attacked Damir in his office that day. And who’s Nataša?
Damir frowns. “Did he? But that’s all in the past. It surely can’t
have been plaguing him after all these years.”
“Apparently it was. Becoming engaged again brought back all those
her.”
I don’t manage to suppress rolling my eyes. Navarro is too busy
lapping up Damir’s fake sympathy to notice.
“Mikhail and I never blamed Georgios for what happened,” Damir
tells him. “You do know that, I hope. I just wish Georgios had reached out
“Of course. The Ravnikars have always been good friends of the
Navarros. Enjoy your stay in Monte Carlo. I shall see you again, I hope.”
“I would love that. Bethany and I shall be here for at least the next
Damir’s eyes.
“Well, that was quite the performance,” I mutter under my breath.
“Mine, or his?”
“Both of you. You clearly hate each other’s guts. What happened to
his son?”
Damir puts his lips against my ear and whispers, “I killed him.”
I suck in a breath. Of course he did. “Did you burn him alive, like
you said you wanted to?”
“No. I tortured him, and then I slit his throat.” He runs the backs of
his fingers over the nape of my neck, making me shiver. “But don’t be
jealous. Not like I torture you, princesa. He didn’t like it very much, I’m
afraid. Ciara didn’t like it, either.”
Ravnikars?
“Back up a bit. Georgios did something to you and Mikhail? And
who’s Nataša?”
“She was my little sister,” he says in a clipped voice, and sits up.
“We’re here.”
I try to get him to go into more detail as we get into the boat and
speed back to the yacht, but Damir makes non-committal noises, and won’t
look at me.
The night’s events have made Damir moody, and when we get back
expression earlier when I emerged in the red dress. Like I was a lamb to the
slaughter.
Just what does Damir have planned for me when it comes to Lucan
Navarro?
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Chapter Sixteen
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Damir
The email I get just before breakfast is served makes me grin from ear to
ear. I’m still smiling when Bethany joins me twenty minutes later. She’s
wearing a clinging black maxi dress with a halter neck that shows off a
great deal of her smooth skin. Boris picked up several outfits for my girl so
she wouldn’t have to keep wearing my clothes, and he chose well. Her
breasts look full and delicious beneath the fabric, and I can tell she’s
forgone a bra. I’ll look forward to peeling that dress from her body later.
her and pour her out a cupful, and then add a dash of cream and a spoonful
of sugar. “I thought you’d be tired. You didn’t come to bed last night.”
Missing me, was she? I missed her, as well. “I’m sorry, princesa. I
was working, and then I fell asleep on the sofa in the office.”
wear.”
ashore together after breakfast and find something that makes you look
delectable?” I let my eyes travel down over her body. “Or should I say, even
more delectable.”
“Oh, shut up.” Bethany mutters, but there’s a small smile on her
I reach out and brush my fingers over the back of her hand. “I think
you’ve earned it. You played your part beautifully last night, and were
instrumental in getting us this invitation. Pridna punka.”
Her cheeks color a little and she focuses on a bowl of cut fruit.
to it.
“I do. Now, listen. I’ve been thinking about last night. Navarro must
know you killed his son. A suicide note won’t have convinced anyone after
you went to town on his body. I suppose you wrote the note?”
princess has been putting her mind to good use for me. An unexpected
partner in crime.
“Of course I wrote it, and it was a masterpiece of sorrow. And don’t
worry about his body, because it was never found. My men encased him in
concrete on one of our building sites, and then I drove Georgios’ car to
Beachy Head.”
Beachy Head is a notorious suicide spot atop the white cliffs of the
south coast. The police never found anything at the bottom of the cliffs, but
it was easy for them to deduce what I wanted them to. He was swept out to
sea without a trace. “I left the suicide note in the glove box.”
I spread my hands and smile. “If it was good enough for my father.
Of course, I didn’t have Boris and the others to help me with father, but
Mikhail did his half of the work admirably.”
“What, my princesa?”
murdered his son. I could tell from the way he looked at you.”
My girl is perceptive if she saw so much while knowing so little of
the circumstances, but it will only make her jumpy to dwell on it. “Finish
your breakfast. I want to buy you that dress, and something to go around
that pretty throat of yours as well.”
Once she’s eaten some fruit salad and a pain au chocolat, Boris
takes us ashore and we head into the sleek designer stores along the
waterfront. I want to choose her clothes, but Bethany pushes me aside and
dressing room curtain. When she steps out, my face goes slack.
that fades out through gray to cream at the hem. It clings to her breasts and
“That one,” I tell the salesclerk, before Bethany can open her mouth.
Bethany shoots a poisonous look at me, but goes back into the
dressing room. I relax back, smiling. I’m getting to like the sound of my
Forty-five minutes later I pay for the things Bethany has chosen.
She spies the false name on my credit card, Anthony Karastos, but doesn’t
say anything. We leave the boutique with an array of bags and boxes, and I
I want to buy Bethany some jewelry. It’s just the two of us, now, and
her eyes are sparking with alertness. Bethany moves to walk ahead of me,
but I keep hold of her hand and tug her back to me sharply. “I’m trusting
you today. Don’t make me do anything you’ll regret, and I’ll enjoy.”
I plant a kiss behind her ear and then head toward Cartier along the
street. “See that it stays that way, princesa.”
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Chapter Seventeen
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Bethany
After several hours alone with Damir on the streets of Monte Carlo, I’m
now the proud owner of tens of thousands of pounds worth of glittery
baubles and designer clothing. I suppose it was too much to hope that I’d
make my escape today. He watched me like a goddamn hawk every minute
hall is huge, and filled with dozens upon dozens of people in evening-wear.
Damir is wearing a tuxedo, and so are most of the other male guests. None
of the other male guests are as tall and broad or look as sharply handsome
as my silver-eyed companion, however. I’m wearing the ombré gown that
he loves so much. Around my neck and wrist is white gold and diamond
jewelry. Actual diamonds. I could live for a year on what they cost.
than the people I saw last night. I can’t see any weapons or little baggies,
but maybe they’re stashed just out of sight. I don’t trust Lucan Navarro, or
the people he consorts with.
two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. Damir’s eyes narrow. “I’m
sorry if that’s inconveniencing you. Want to hold my hand while I pee?”
“Maybe I will.”
“If I was going to do a runner I would have done it today while there
were cops around,” I hiss, low enough that my voice doesn’t carry. “Not in
I turn to him and smile, reaching up to fix his tie, the very picture of
a loving fiancée. “That’s the same number of minutes you gave me to pee
when you first took me captive. Let’s tell our grandchildren about this one
day.”
I use the restrooms, and when I emerge there are suddenly a number
of people in the hallway, and I can’t see the main room. I can’t see Damir,
either. I’m not going to do a runner right this second…but perhaps I’ll
dawdle a little. Scope the place out.
I take a few steps toward a window, and look out upon a huge
landscaped garden of topiary bushes and marble statues. There’s a long lake
with a waterfall at the far end, and an elegant white sea bird is splashing
about as the sun goes down. It’s utterly picturesque, but I’m searching for
The sea lays on one side, at the bottom of a cliff, and there are more
gardens on the other side surrounded by a high brick wall. Security looks
tight.
I turn, and find a tuxedoed man with a broad, tanned face looking at
me intently.
having a pleasant evening, but if you are hiding back here the answer must
His hand slides down my arm and he takes hold of my hand. Jesus,
has every man in the vicinity decided I touched it, so it’s mine is a legit
thing now?
I try to pull my hand out of his grasp, telling him I’m with someone,
staircase at the far end of the corridor. “My Ferrari is with the valet, but I
can have it called around. I’m staying at the Hôtel Hermitage Monte-
Carlo.”
I suppose he thinks he’s saying all the right words to entice a gold-
digger away from her date. “Wow, your English is so good, but how about I
teach you some more? Presumptuous. It means, Let go of me, you pushy
bastard.”
going to pounce on him and plaster him along the corridor. I’m rather
A seething voice speaks behind us. “What the fuck do you think you
The man’s grip loosens on my hand, and I yank it from his grasp.
—Damir. Not my Damir. Just Damir. I gaze coolly over his powerful
laughs nervously at Damir. Oh, you got me! I’m a naughty boy.
Until Damir punches him swiftly in the guts and French Guy
doubles over, wheezing. Then I laugh. I can’t help it. His googly eyes are
funny. Damir shoves the man and he topples to the ground, gasping for air.
My mouth falls open. “Really? You’re angry at me? Sure, that’s fair,
when it was you who brought me to this place where apparently I can’t look
out a window without some asshole thinking I’ll totter after any man with
money.”
Damir grasps me by the upper arm and marches me to the staircase
at the end of the corridor. We take the stairs, going up. I’m being impelled
more aggressively than I was by French Guy, but looking at the furious set
The corridor on the next floor is lined with closed doors. Damir
a chaise-lounge under the huge window and a chandelier hanging from the
ceiling.
metallic sheen in his eyes, and I can’t tell if he’s horny or angry. The two
moods look about the same on him.
“I told him to let go of me. It’s not like I could have fought him off
know how uncomfortable they are? And do you realize that I could have
used that guy to get to an embassy? But I didn’t escape and snitch on you.
Damir grabs my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “All I saw
was some rich prick leading my fiancée off, apparently with her consent. I
“I didn’t consent! I was waiting for you to come flatten him. And for
“Next time, you call out. You fucking scream my name and I’ll
come and get you.” Damir slides his other hand up the nape of my neck and
indignation and shock. My eyes are on a level with his groin and I can see
the thick outline of his erection through his pants.
don’t you think? I bet he wouldn’t have wasted any time introducing me to
his fat French dick. I probably would have sucked him off in his car if you
“Shut your mouth.” He pulls back his hand and slaps me across the
face. My cheek stings and my head snaps to one side. Heat plunges through
you would want to kill me for it. I might even have sent you a selfie with
his cock in my mouth.”
“I know how to fill your slutty little mouth,” Damir says, tugging
down his flies. He pulls his cock out, and just as I’m opening my mouth to
tell him how I would have swallowed down all that moron’s come, he
shoves it into my mouth.
The heat of him fills me, and my mouth waters as I run my tongue
against him. My eyes water too as he forces himself deeper. The unfamiliar
dick.”
I work him slowly, learning the feel of him, what makes him take
sharp breaths. With my hand I massage the base of his shaft, and then dip
down to cup his balls. They’re soft and heavy in my hand. As I pleasure
him, my hips arch forward of their own accord, because heat is filling me
up, too.
Damir is breathing roughly and I think he’s about to come, so I’m
surprised when he pulls his cock from my lips, hauls me up under my arms
and throws me facedown on the bed. My layers of skirt are pulled up and
my thong is yanked off along with my shoes. He plants a heavy hand on my
back so I can’t get up, and works a knee between my thighs, opening me up.
I think that he’s going to fuck me, but instead he takes his cock in
his other hand and works it furiously, poised over my ass. A moment later
he comes, and I feel the hot, liquid spurt of his seed over me.
His finger rubs through his slippery come on my asshole, and then
he worms it deeper, inside my ass, pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
A few minutes later I push myself up off the bed, and look around.
I’m alone, and my back end is covered in come. I hold up my skirts and
smudges off my chin and apply some more, and then head out. Damir is
downstairs, drinking a glass of what looks like whisky. As I head over, he
excuses himself from the two men he’s chatting to and wraps an arm around
my waist, drawing me to him.
glass for me. I swallow a sip, feeling a combination of wired and horny.
Within the shelter of his strong arm, I press myself against him and pretend
“Around you, I seem to forget the best laid plans.” Damir sinks his
teeth lovingly into my earlobe. “If you’re a very good girl for the rest of the
evening, I’ll make you come when we get back to the yacht. I saw how wet
and needy your little pussy is.”
I shift from my left foot to my right, feeling how slick I am between
“Maybe I’m just not vain like you.” I look past him, studying an oil
painting of a naked nymph.
“Why does that matter to you? You don’t care what I want.”
“Au contraire. Come along, my princesa. Indulge me. Tell me what
“Fuck you.”
Damir makes an amused tutting noise. He speaks softly into my ear.
“I think what you really want is someone to love you so hard that your heart
never aches for anything ever again. And that’s got fuck all to do with
diamonds.”
I grip the stem of my wine glass, panic firing my nerves. How the
Your friends. Your lovers. How is it that such a pretty, clever girl ends up
with no one?”
me.”
He shakes his head, his blue-gray eyes clear and guileless for a
change. “No, actually. My instincts were very wrong. I thought Mikhail had
his claws into you. That I’d have to do battle with a dozens of men, parents,
Damir puts his finger beneath my chin and lifts my face to his.
“You’re determined to think the worst at every turn.”
“Habit. It’s less disappointing that way.”
protected to the point of being smothered, and yet I can’t get enough of it.
That’s got fuck all to do with his money.
I pull out of his grip and take half a step away. I’m starting to get
warped ideas about Damir Ravnikar. “Strange ideas a kidnapper has about
honor.”
He comes toward me, closing the gap, his eyes sparking like a tiger
“Shut up.”
“I’m the most loyal man you’ve ever met, Bethany. Of course, I’m
not perfect. I get jealous.” He reaches out for me and plants a kiss behind
my ear. “Selfish.” A kiss behind my other ear. “Demanding.” A kiss on my
mouth. “And bloodthirsty. But if you crave someone who will love you to
the point of obsession…” His lips brush softly over my own. “Then I’m
your man.”
I look into his eyes, and the whole room falls away. The whole
world. It’s just us, as the very center of the universe. “Damir, I—”
“Damir. So pleased you could make it, and your beautiful fiancée.”
child. “He’s like a son to me. And your fiancée reminds me of Nataša in
certain lights. Don’t you think?”
By my side, I feel Damir tense.
Navarro continues, studying me. “She has the Ravnikar dark hair,
and that proud look about her eyes. Her lips are like yours. Her nose, too.
Very beautiful.”
I glance at Damir’s lips, but his wide mouth is a very different shape
to my cupid’s bow, and our profiles are unalike, too. Unless I’m not seeing
things right?
any of them. Whatever he’s planning, I’m starting to doubt the wisdom of it
if Navarro can trigger Damir’s anger with just a few words.
As we sit in the back of the boat as Boris speeds us back to the
yacht, I turn our conversation over in our mind. Damir’s figured out what
makes me tick, and he’ll use it against me to get exactly what he wants. But
he’s shown me his hand, too. What Damir craves the most in the world is
loyalty. So all I have to do to make him hate me, is betray him.
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Chapter Eighteen
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Damir
Bethany seems pensive as I help her out of the speedboat and back onto the
yacht. The night breeze is ruffling her hair, and the diamonds around her
throat sparkle in the moonlight. As I catch her gaze and stroke a forefinger
down her breastbone, her lower lip softens with the need to be kissed.
I lean close and murmur, “You were such a good girl tonight.”
Suddenly she’s as needy as an alley cat, and all she can do is bite her
lip and nod, desperation filling her gaze. I want her again so badly that my
balls are aching. As soon as we’re alone in my cabin she fastens her arms
someone lead you off by the hand? Because I haven’t. Go and lean over that
desk and pull your dress up.” She does as she’s told. “Pull down your
heels on. What a fucking picture she makes. Her sex is the prettiest shade of
pink.
I palm her bare flesh appreciatively, and dip down to slide my
fingers between her pussy lips. Her burning hot flesh is dripping for me.
She moans and pushes back against my hand, her eyes almost closed
as she turns around to look at me. I unzip, and take my length in my hand,
hot and heavy with need for her. As I penetrate her tight little core, she runs
her tongue over her top lip, and I know she’s been craving me all evening.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, thrusting hard and deep. She grabs
hold of the sides of the desk as I force her forward. “Is this what you were
hoping for when you let that kretin nearly lead you away? You’re playing a
dangerous game, Bethany.”
I pound her mercilessly, and I can feel her pussy tightening around
me. She clamps down on me so hard that I have to lean my whole weight on
her to go on fucking her as she comes. I grab a fistful of her hair, because
“I do love to play,” she gasps, pressing her hands against the wall
and leaning back against me. I fucking lose it at that, coming deep inside
her, my thighs pressed tight against her peachy ass.
Woozily, still breathing hard, we strip off our clothes and fall into
bed. Bethany’s fingers run all over my torso, as if she can’t get enough of
touching me. I kiss her fiercely, unable to get enough of her, either.
“What are we doing with Navarro? You have some plan in mind.
I look at her through lazily narrowed eyes. She wants to know, but
to her?”
I stroke Bethany’s beautiful dark hair back from her face. Her green
eyes gleam in the dim light. Perhaps I’ll tell her part of the truth. A little
bedtime story for my princesa. “She was older than me, younger than
The day our mother died, she held out her hand for Mikhail, calling
him to her side. Her Misha. Nataša was lying on the bed beside the wreck of
the woman that had been our mother. It was just me left standing at the
bottom of the bed, alone. Nataša was the one who got up and came to me. It
was Nataša who held me. Mikhail didn’t even notice.
fifteen years old. They decided between them that it was good for our
families. Navarro promised her the Navarro family jewels as a wedding gift.
I remember her pale face that day, exhaustion ringing her eyes,
jewels glistening among her black hair.
“The wedding was planned for her sixteenth birthday, but she never
made it.”
her?”
old rage fills me at the thought of those gristly old bastards and the misery
they sowed. Now I have to count my own brother among those who have
betrayed what’s left of our family. “Father waited till their engagement was
announced and then publicly disinherited her, just to see what Navarro
“He made Georgios break it off, because no son of his was marrying
a pauper. Georgios did as he was told, the weak bastard. She was too young
and bewildered to cope with the humiliation. She threw herself from the
“We found out Nataša was pregnant from the coroner. Georgios
claims he didn’t know,” I say bitterly. “That’s what gave me the Beachy
Head idea. Georgios killed himself the same way, because he was eaten up
with guilt.”
I roll onto my side and regard her. “I shall adorn you with those
jewels as Navarro’s blood pools at our feet. Do you like the sound of that,
my princesa?”
“I want…” Bethany lies back and looks up at the ceiling. Then she
mutters, almost too quietly for me to catch. “I shouldn’t want the things that
I want.”
I grin in the darkness, and pull her sweet, supple body close to mine.
Soon, I’ll have everything I want. The jewels. Revenge. And Bethany. All
mine, with nothing to distract me from all the things I’m going to do to my
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The sun is shining, the water is foaming behind the yacht, the drinks are
cold and fizzy with gently clinking ice cubes. It’s paradise on earth
onboard, and yet I’m a nervous wreck. Between worrying about Mikhail
and Ciara and the rapidly blackening state of my soul, I can barely think.
And Damir? Currently he’s taking apart and cleaning two revolvers
and bantering cheerfully with his men like they’re a bunch of Tarantino
gangsters. He’s having the time of his life.
blank faces in my mind, and though it makes no sense I’ve often found
myself obsessing over what they might think of this decision I’ve made, or
the path I’ve gone down. I take a long sip of my mineral water. Doubtlessly
they’d be disappointed in whatever of my choices brought me here.
But what does it matter what they wanted or who they are? They
summer tan, lying about on this sunbed every day by the pool. While Damir
and his men make plans, I have everything I’ve ever wanted and the
promise of more. Beautiful jewels are to be poured into my lap by a man
Mikhail and Ciara to their deaths? I put down my cold drink, feeling
sickened. I think of all those final girls who survived until the end. They
didn’t sit on their behinds in five hundred pound bikinis while the bad guy
about that right now. I’m never given the chance to escape. Damir keeps me
on a tight leash at all times.
the bedroom for a shower. A hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me into
an alcove. I expect it’s Damir about to steal a kiss and sink his teeth into my
It’s Boris.
His eyes bore into mine with intensity. “You think that everyone has
forsaken you, don’t you?”
He’s been acting funny the last few days. I’ve caught him scowling
at Damir when Damir isn’t looking, and he’s been particularly attentive to
me, asking if there’s anything I need from shore and if I’m all right. He says
that with heavy significance. Is Damir hurting me? Is Damir forcing me?
Am I all right? And the answers to those three questions are yes but I like
He casts a furtive look around us, but we’re hidden from view. “But
give Boris the most non-committal nod in the world, because I feel it’s what
I should do. Who is offered freedom and replies, No, captivity and peril suit
me better, thanks.
ashore to watch Navarro’s villa at midnight tonight. I can smuggle you off
the yacht with me. Be by the speedboat a few minutes before twelve in dark
clothes. I’ll make sure the lights on that part of the deck are out. Hide in the
plan works, by the early hours of the morning I’ll be safely at the British
you close against that banging body of his all night, but he’s a murderer
who will turn on you one day as sure as he’s turned on his own brother and
father. You’re drinking dumb bitch juice if you think otherwise. Get on that
and take me prisoner again. I’ll tell Interpol everything they need to know
hear him whistling as he walks along the deck. I’m in bed, pretending to be
I listen to his breathing slow and then deepen. After about twenty
clothing on but I do grab a black hoodie I left over the back of a chair and
put in on over my short nightgown, and then creep out of the cabin.
I sag with relief. It’s Boris. “Here,” I squeak, and fumble my way to
my feet.
He helps me down the rope ladder into the speedboat without a
word. I try to catch a glimpse of his face in the dark. He seems tense, as if
his life is on the line. I don’t doubt that it is. In the boat, I lay down in the
seat and Boris covers me with a blanket, and then we’re speeding away, the
engines roaring. I wait a few minutes, until I’m sure that we’re out of sight
“Why are you doing this for me?” I ask over the roar of the engine.
Boris just shakes his head in a don’t ask manner. Maybe he doesn’t
know why he’s doing this. Maybe his conscience has been getting to him.
don’t feel safe until we get into the car and the locks snip closed around us.
“I don’t know how I can thank you, Boris,” I gasp, as he starts the
engine and we slip out onto the street. “Where’s the British embassy? Do
But Boris doesn’t answer. He keeps driving and turns down a side
street.
“Navarro will protect you from Damir. He’s the only one who can.”
I stare at him in shock. “What? But I need to go to the embassy.”
Why didn’t it occur to me to iron out how my rescue was going to go? I
assumed that Boris would take me where I wanted to go. It’s my goddamn
rescue. “I don’t want anything to do with Damir’s crazy enemies. I’m not
Boris just ignores me, his face stony. I try the doors, but of course
they’re locked. “This is insane! Why would Navarro protect me? He hates
Damir.”
“Navarro will protect you,” Boris repeats.
on the yacht than in the villa of a man who has a big fat grudge against my
so-called fiancé, even if Damir punishes me.
can pretend I swam for it and you captured me in the speedboat. Damir will
be so grateful to you that he’ll probably give you a big bonus. You’ll be a
cliff on one side and a sheer drop on the other. I’d rather not go home in a
body bag.
At the gates to the villa, Boris opens his window and presses the
intercom. He announces who he is and who he works for. There’s a crackle,
Boris accelerates slowly up to the house. The lights are on in the villa.
From one dangerous man to another. How did my life end up like
this? How? That’s what I’d like to know. Fuming, I say nothing as the
guards open my door and impel me out with a strong grip.
Lucan Navarro is waiting on a sofa, one leg crossed over the other.
He’s dressed more casually than I’ve seem him before, in pants and an
open-necked shirt. He’s also looking very pleased with himself, and his
covetous eyes take in my disheveled appearance. It’s not a sexual look. It’s
Boris is wrong. Navarro isn’t going to protect me. He’s going to use
me to get back at his enemy. His enemy who murdered his son.
I’m so screwed.
I wrench my arm out of the guard’s grip. “Damir Ravnikar and his
idiot of a brother, that’s who! None of this has got anything to do with me.
Just because you all have axes to grind against each other’s faces doesn’t
but he looks more like the Cheshire Cat right before a meal. “There’s
nothing to be upset about, my dear. Be a good girl, and you’ll have nothing
to worry about.”
Behind me, Boris clears his throat. “I can tell you a great deal about
Damir Ravnikar’s operations. I’ll hand you everything you need in order to
kill him.”
My stomach is suddenly vacuumed out of my abdomen. Et tu,
Boris?
“In return for my protection and a job here?” Navarro asks.
Boris nods curtly.
“Filthy turncoat,” I hiss, and Boris looks away. So this is what he’s
really after. A better master. He never wanted to help me. Just use me.
I’m about to spit more insults on him when a bag is dragged over
my head. Someone puts something around my neck and wrists. Not
Damir.
But it’s night and he’s asleep, unless they’ve radioed the yacht or
something. I can imagine Boris doing that, maybe pretending that he’s seen
something at Navarro’s mansion and Damir has to come quick. Maybe he’ll
even pretend I escaped and came here myself, the filthy bastard. My blood
boils at the thought, and my own stupidity.
fault. My head darts around, trying to see something, anything, through the
dark mesh of the bag. There are a few blobs that might be lightbulbs which
wink in and out as people walk past them. There’s more gunfire and
shouting, coming closer now.
Suddenly, the bag is ripped from my head. I blink in the bright light,
trying to see what’s happening. Two guards are holding a large, struggling
figure. Another draws his fist back and sinks it into the man’s face. His
head snaps to one side, and he spits blood. The attacker draws his fist back
again, and my eyes finally clear and see that the captive is my lover.
“No!” I lunge toward Damir, but I’m held back by the man with a
grip on my arm. It’s Boris. I scream into his face. “You bastard. You
betraying fucking bastard! How could you let this happen?”
say it all.
Stop struggling. Listen. Think.
Slowly, I get a hold of myself. I hate that Boris is touching me, but I
try to relax in his grip.
my head. Then he steps back, admiring me like I’m a piece of artwork he’s
crafted. The jewels that should have been Nataša’s. The jewels that she
wore at her engagement feast, secretly pregnant and feeling so young and
alone.
Damir’s left eyebrow and lower lip are split. Blood has dripped
down his face onto his white shirt. “She looks perfect, as I knew she
would.”
That indulgent smile is back on Navarro’s face. “It’s only right that
she wears them once before she dies. As your sister did.”
Hatred blazes in Damir’s eyes. Then his gaze travels over to Boris.
his tan. I don’t think he revels in blood and violence like Damir does. To
him, they’re more a means to an end, and he’s shut down so he can get
through tonight.
“And you, Bethany.” Damir is looking into my eyes. “You betrayed
me, too.”
I take a shuddering breath. I’m clearly paying for my poor choices.
have to admit, yes, it is, princesa. How have they been treating you?”
My heart twists in my chest. His laugh. His smile. I wonder which
“You’re not going to kill Mikhail,” Damir snarls, and for a moment I
think he’s going to speak out for his brother. “I’m the one who’s going to
kill him. Georgios was just the appetizer.”
Navarro gives a growl of pain and rage. “How dare you! Your
family is cursed. Every Ravnikar destroys themselves and everyone around
them. Your mother rotted from the inside out. Your sister broke her own
body to pieces. Your father disappeared into thin air. Your brother will die.
Does this girl—” Navarro flings an arm at my while looking at Damir “—
know she’s looking at death himself when she looks at you?”
Damir pulls toward Navarro, and the two men holding him struggle
to maintain their grip. His face full of power and anger like the Archangel
Gabriel. “All Georgios had to do was never marry, never father a child, and
I would have left him in peace. I should have come after you when I was
eighteen. I should have killed you and your son, but I hadn’t tasted death
then. I didn’t know what pleasure it could bring until I killed my own
father.”
“You should have stayed in hiding, you fool,” Navarro sneers. “Your
bled enough.”
Navarro lets out a snort of derisive laughter. He glances at Boris,
and then passes him the knife. “Would you like to do the honors on the
girl?”
“Oh, good plan, Boris,” I say waspishly, chin straining away from
the blade. “You’ll be safe with Navarro, Bethany. Navarro will protect you,
Bethany. What happened to that?” I meet Damir’s eyes, the blade
glimmering in my vision. “Still think I’m not going to die?”
“You’re not going to die,” he says firmly.
weighs heavy on all of us. I wonder if Boris knows that he won’t live to see
the dawn.
Navarro nods at Boris. “Kill her.”
him too shocked to react. Told you so, princesa, his eyes say. We’re not
dying tonight.
Boris has drawn a gun and fires two precise shots into the skulls of
the guards holding his boss. As soon as they slump to the ground, Damir
lunges at a third man, and takes vicious delight in pounding him into a
pulpy mess. The rest of Damir’s men burst into the room and take stock of
who’s lying on the floor, dead.
Damir straightens, and wipes his bloodied knuckles on the curtains,
Damir and I are alone, and the room is filled with the sound of harsh
breathing. My harsh breathing. Damir comes forward and takes my hand. I
stare at his lips, red with blood. He lifts my wrist up to the light, admiring
the gold and ruby bracelet like a barbarian soldier who has just sacked the
along, for Boris to lie to me and Navarro to scare the living daylights out of
me. And all for some jewels?”
Damir wraps himself around my body and forces my arms against
my sides, trying to stop me from thrashing about. It doesn’t work. “Shh,
shh,” he murmurs. “Not for some jewels. For revenge, princesa. Revenge.
The world has been set a little more right tonight.”
“You and revenge. I fucking hate you!” Tonight’s shattered me and
put me back together and then shattered me again, and now the pieces are
admitted earlier.
He takes my face between his two hands, his eyes looming so large
in my vision it’s like I’m being hypnotized. “Look at all we’ve done. We’re
living Bethany. This is living. I’ve never known anyone like you,” he tells
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Damir
I kiss Bethany like a starving man. Is this what’s meant by falling in love?
True love that people say has the power to redeem. It’s not redemption that
is surging through my body as my tongue plunges into her mouth. It’s not
redemption that I want, either. It’s something far sweeter.
Bethany accepts my kiss, opening for me, her lips moving against
mine in a breathless kiss. She more than accepts me. She drinks in my soul
like she’s drowning and it’s the oxygen that will save her.
I’m unstoppable.
“You were perfect, my beautiful girl,” I say against her lips,
ignoring the pain in my own. The taste of blood spices our reunion, and
desire races through me. The jewels are around her neck, her wrists, sitting
atop her hair. I’ve taken these stones and gold, and I’ve taken Bethany’s
ruby red heart along with them.
A voice speaks over my shoulder. Boris has returned with the others.
“He doesn’t matter any longer. Let him flee and die in a ditch from his
wounds somewhere.”
I have other pressing matters to see to. Namely Bethany. My hands
curl around her wrists and close like manacles. I have unfinished business
I help Bethany out of the jewelry and put the pieces into black
velvet boxes that are scattered on a nearby table. Then we get the hell out of
the villa. Boris is the least blooded of us, and he heads down through town.
The four of us wait in the shadows by a deserted stone jetty below the villa,
and then clamber into the speedboat when Boris brings it around.
waves. Bethany turns and looks back with me, the wind whipping over her
face. I watch her in the moonlight, her chin held high, her eyes clear. She
could have gone to pieces tonight. She looked death in the face, dripping in
jewels like the princess she is. A little shock now and then, that will just
Once we’re back on board, I keep hold of Bethany’s hand and the
bag of jewel boxes, and give my orders to the men, telling Boris to steer us
southeast, away from Monte Carlo, and the men to keep watch. Then the
engines come to life a few minutes later, and the bright lights of the city
begin to recede.
Beside me, Bethany is pale and silent. I tuck her hair behind her ear
and plant a kiss on her forehead. “You look worn out, my love. You’ve had
quite the night of it.”
She nods, and I lead her to the bedroom. I put the jewels in the
bedroom safe, take something out, and then lock it up. Behind me, I can
“I can’t believe you let me think you were going to let them murder
me,” she mutters. “Can we agree that I’ve had enough near-death
experiences for a lifetime now?”
My shoulders are tight, hands curled into fists and my right hand is
I turn around, and her mouth drops open. “What? You mean, with
Boris?” She watches me uncertainly. “Of course I did. It was what you
wanted.”
“You didn’t know that. You know I can’t handle betrayal, Bethany.”
I step slowly toward her, and she moves away, panic flitting through her
eyes.
they’ve been provoked, and you’ve done nothing but provoke me.”
Her pleas and excuses fall on deaf ears. “Things are very simple for
me. You commit a crime, you have to be punished. Sometimes it’s with
your life, like Georgios. Sometimes it’s with your possessions, like Navarro.
And sometimes it’s with your body. Like you, Bethany.”
“That’s not fair, you asshole,” she whispers fiercely, tears springing
into her eyes. “You’ve locked me up and used me for your own ends. What
my way?”
“Fair?” I say, stroking the word like a cat. “Whatever gave you the
impression that any of this was fair?” I hold up the object in my hand and
“Amyl nitrate.”
I laugh softly and shake my head. “Not at all. What would be the
Her eyes dart to the left and right, searching for an escape route.
There’s nowhere for her to go. I’ll hunt her down all over the yacht. I’ve got
little ass, and teach you what happens to those who betray me.”
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Bethany
There’s a gleam in Damir’s gunmetal eyes. He’s not angry. In fact, he’s
delighted that I tried to escape with Boris, because now he gets to punish
me. I should stop fighting him, and deny him the pleasure of overpowering
me.
But I can’t.
I back away from him, terrified and stupidly turned on by his words.
If he fucks my ass he’s going to hurt me. That’s how it works, doesn’t it?
struggle, but it’s useless. No one’s coming to save me. I can’t even save
myself, not when his strength out-matches mine. I swear and wrench myself
around in his arms, like I tried to do with Boris earlier tonight in the villa. It
I should never have got back on this yacht with him, and now I’m
going to pay the price.
Damir holds the tiny bottle in front of my face, and my panicky eyes
are unable to focus on the label. What did he call it? Amyl nitrate. I’ve
never even heard of it. Maybe it’s going to paralyze me or something.
unconscious would be worse than being awake. I don’t want to descend into
a fog and be unable to fight back; unable to remember every cruel thing
for him.
nose. I hum like an angry bee and try to turn my face away. Any second I’m
going to feel the same cold burn in my nostrils that I felt the day he took
me.
nostrils, but also wholly unfamiliar. A solvent-like odor, but not one that
makes me black out. I frown, not understanding what the point of it is.
clothes, but I’m in a floating pink bubble and I can’t focus on anything
bed, my cheek pressed against the cool sheet. I’m naked from the waist
nether regions as well as my face, and I feel an ache so sweet that I moan
softly, arching my back. Damir strokes his fingers over my sensitive parts,
Damir leans over me and his hand clamps over my mouth once
more and the bottle is held under my nose. I don’t even remember to try and
hold my breath this time. I breathe in deeply, and Damir takes his hand
away.
“What the hell is…that?” I end with a slur, the euphoria overtaking
me again.
I barely hear his voice through the rapture I’m feeling. “Amyl
nitrate dilates your blood vessels and relaxes your muscles. Feels good,
doesn’t it?” His finger, slippery from touching my pussy, circles up to my
asshole, and then slowly pushes inside. I groan at the intrusion, which is all
pleasure and no pain. “To relax you for me, princesa. Aren’t I good to
you?”
I don’t know, and right now I don’t care. As his finger pulses into
me I feel like a cat on heat. I moan, spreading my feet and arching my back
I reach back and cup myself with both hands. Just a moment ago I
was fighting him with everything I have, but suddenly I don’t care and I’m
not afraid. If there’s any pain I’ll welcome that, too. There’s a squirt of
something cool and slippery. Then the blunt, silky texture of his flesh
moving further. “You need this, don’t you? Punishment means I care, and I
“Then just relax.” He presses forward and I open around him, the
tight ring of my ass clenching against him in ecstasy. Even the pain feels
divine. He’s huge inside me, and I barely have time to catch my breath
before he’s pulling out, and then pushing into me again. It feels like he’s
down, down, into the mattress, pinned by his body and his cock.
you often.”
If this is punishment, then I’ll take it again and again. I’ll surrender
everything to the man, the only man, whom I need. Whom I crave, above
me out of nowhere. I didn’t expect that I could even come like this, but I
feel pressure on my clit even though he’s not touching it, and nor am I. I
blaze so brightly that all my senses black out, and when I come back into
myself Damir is growling and fucking me hard, in the throes of his own
climax.
Two, three final hard strokes, and he stills. Damir withdraws gently and
rubs a loving hand down my spine. He pulls me up and into his arms.
“Was it the drugs,” I whisper, too exhausted to do anything but cling
“It wasn’t the drugs, Bethany. They just made you relax. The rest
was what you need. You’ll know it the next time I fuck you in the ass
terrorize you. Overwhelm you. Consume you. So you can be free. I heard
“Not with your words. With your heart, your eyes, and I heard every
looks like a wicked prince. “Are you happy with what happened at the
He smiles slowly. Then he turns the water off and reaches for
circles on his chest. “Yes, I am. Navarro might have got away from me, but
it matters very little. He took Nataša, so I’ve taken what mattered most to
vengeance?”
his towel aside and approaches me slowly. “Because this is what my love
feels like, Bethany. It may be dark, and it may be selfish. It may terrify you.
But it’s mine. And it’s all for you. Only. You.”
I suck in a startled breath. “If you love me, then say, I love you.”
He takes my towel from me and throws it over the bathroom door. “I
just did,” he says heavily, and moves into the darkened bedroom.
I watch him go, shivering slightly as my damp skin cools. Liar. And
his love isn’t only for me. No matter how much he claims to love me, he
loves revenge more.
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Damir
I go to the safe, punch in the combination and take the jewels out again. I
don’t need to say I love you. I’ll show her what I want with something far
into her lap. Then start to adorn her with them. “Marry me,” I murmur,
slipping a ruby droplet earring through her earlobe. “Wear these on your
wedding day, and look like this on our wedding night. Naked and decked
place the tiara atop her head. She turns her wrists slowly, looking at the
jewels, their reflections sparkling in her eyes. How well they suit her. I will
dress her in them again when we find Mikhail. I want to see the look in his
eyes when he sees Bethany wearing them. I’ll make him remember our
diamonds. “I wonder what they thought, the first person to find a precious
stone. Who cut it so it caught the light? They’re like pieces of the stars and
but more than that, she has a fine mind. I put my arm around her and tuck
her safely against my body. “There’s one less wrong in the world tonight,
my love. For the first time in twenty-one years, I shall sleep well.” I kiss her
When I look down at her, her eyes are closed, so perhaps I imagined it.
deeply asleep, I remove the jewels one by one and place them back into the
safe. Everything I love needs to be locked up, where no one can take it from
me, and it can’t ever get away from me.
luxuriously—
And groan.
lethargic. Normally I awaken and jump out of bed as if a fire has been lit
under me, but today all I want is to lay here and gaze at Bethany. After a
while I let my eyes drift closed again, and fall back asleep.
the drama of our time in Monte Carlo and drifting through the warm
Mediterranean waters. The days turn into weeks. There are things I could be
doing to search for Mikhail, but I let Boris take care of them.
afternoons and padding about in my clothes, this time by choice rather than
necessity. She’s got plenty of her own things now. We make long silly lists
of our favorite things while our legs dangle in the pool. Desert island songs
this what it’s like to have a partner? A bride-to-be? Someone who loves
you? How very strange, and how pleasant it is. I wonder if people know.
One afternoon, she turns to me and asks, “Damir, we’re happy here,
aren’t we?”
I smile at her, brushing her beautiful black hair away from her face.
“Blissful, princesa.”
“What if we stayed like this, always? What if I said I love you, and
Her eyes brighten. “It is? Oh, Damir!” She throws her arms around
my neck. “It’s all I want, too. Let’s just sail away and forget about
“Mikhail and Ciara. I’ve barely thought about them these past few
weeks, and I don’t think you have, either. We’ve set things right with your
sister, and ever since then I’ve felt a change in you. Like that was the
I consider her words. I’m less tightly wound than I was. I sleep
soundly. I feel contentment just by holding her in my arms. But that doesn’t
mean that anything’s changed. “I’m the same as I always was, princesa.
“You’re not the same. I don’t think it was Mikhail and Ciara you
were angry with. I think you were still grieving over your sister, and now
—”
think you are to sit there like some cheap shrink? Nothing’s changed.
disappointment, and when she speaks her voice trembles. “They’re in love
teeth.
“All right, then,” she says, swiping at her nose. “Confront him.
Figure out what happened between the two of you to make you drift apart,
things were between you with my own eyes. You must have been close
once, but did you never think to reach out to him and be a brother to him?”
She tries to put her arms around me, as if showing me how it’s done. How
to be a human being.
She rakes her hands through her hair and gives a moan of
ends up dead. Don’t you think that if you just talk to Mikhail—”
She glares at me for a long time, breathing hard. The bliss of the
past weeks has broken. Happiness, peace, they never last. What will last are
the jewels that are in my safe. My enemies being dead. Those things can
“Mikhail did nothing wrong except protect the woman he loves. People
She grabs her towel from the sunbed and wraps it around herself.
“Maybe I was talking about me. I’m being punished for caring about you,
that’s for certain. Think hard about what you really want. Even I can only
I call out to her, but she walks quickly away. “How am I punishing
But she doesn’t turn around, and she must sleep somewhere else on
the yacht, because she doesn’t come to our bed that night.
“You asked me to track the flight paths of jets in Africa that belong
“And?” I ask.
“A few hours after Mr. Ravnikar landed, a private jet owned by the
Simmonet Organization took off from another airport in Cape Town and
better described as a crime lord. We’ve done real estate deals with him in
the past. Mikhail always detested him, though not enough to not ask him for
help, it seems.
“Back to London.”
They won’t have been on it. They must have stayed in Sharjah, and
then gone on elsewhere. “Were there any other jets in the vicinity?”
I scrub my hands over my face and try and think like my brother.
Wherever Mikhail has gone, it will be somewhere he can protect his little
treasure. Somewhere remote, probably, where people won’t see her locked
window and thinking out loud. “Mikhail is protective of his little Ciara.
He’ll want to know he’s got muscle on hand to keep her safe.” He’s also
very predictable. Always drinks the same vodka. Always buys the same
suits. “What’s the name of the security firm we used at Enterprises?”
Boris answers promptly. “Titanium Security.”
I take the satellite phone from the charger and look at the list of
phone numbers over Boris’ shoulder. I start at the top with Dubai.
“Of course, Mr. Ravnikar.” The phone operator taps out a few things
on his keyboard. “First I’ll need to confirm your account number. Do you
have it on hand? It will be on the top right-hand corner of your invoice.”
“My company email server is down.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Ravnikar. In that case, I’ll have to
confirm a few personal details.”
“Yes. Just get on with it.” I catch Boris’ eye and he’s grinning as he
listens to the one-sided conversation.
Butrus asks for Mikhail’s full name and date of birth, which I give
him, along with our mother’s maiden name and town of birth.
“Address?”
“It’s not fixed at this time. You’ve probably got my old London
they will be able to take you through the charges you’re querying.”
So goddamn predictable. “Thank you.”
I listen to the hold music, my blood pounding through my body.
This is it. I can feel it. The breakthrough I’ve been hoping for. A moment
later, a woman’s voice comes on the line, asking how she can help me.
“I need you to tell me why this bill is so damn high. Your company
is screwing me right in the ass and I’m not having it.”
“I’ll do my best to explain the charges, Mr. Ravnikar. Let me just
pull up…Yes. I can explain these charges. There are costs associated with
the location of the job and it’s distance from Dubai headquarters.”
few years after we set up Ravnikar Enterprises. Why didn’t I think of that?
“Of course. I’ll pay in full. Goodbye.”
I put the phone down and turn to Boris, who’s looking at me, his
eyebrows raised in excited anticipation.
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Bethany
My hand travels sleepily to the other side of the mattress, but I find that it’s
empty. My lover will be hard at work on something. Even after his triumph
over Navarro, he won’t rest. He’ll be looking for Mikhail and Ciara, and
using every means at his disposal to find them.
My eyes open to the morning light and fasten on the ceiling. Maybe
it’s even likely that he’ll never find them. Damir and I might sail from port
to beautiful port, following the sun around the world. The desire for
revenge will ebb from him a little more each day, until he turns to me and
says, I give up, princesa, and what’s more, I wish them well. We’ll change
our identities and start fresh somewhere exotic.
As I lean against the vanity brushing my teeth and stare out at the
undulating waves, shame floods by belly. And this is the man I love. If I
I spit in the basin and glare at my reflection. What about their life
I find him on the main deck, working on his laptop and drinking a
cup of coffee. When he sees me, his steely eyes brighten. I can’t stay angry
at him for long. I press my lips gently against his warm, firm mouth. His
strong hands slide around me and he pulls me onto his lap. I settle there
“Morning, baby,” I whisper against his lips, and then trail kisses
along his sharp cheekbone and lick the curve of his ear.
breath of sea air. There’s not a soul on the sea or a scrap of land visible on
swoop in alarm. “Out through the Suez Canal to the Indian Ocean.”
“Oh? Why?”
down around me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Mikhail, you idiot. Why didn’t
can go anywhere, do anything.” Within the limits of his Interpol alert. But
somewhere else?
As I look into his gem-like eyes, I already know the answer. He’s
what stopping us. Him and his insane need for revenge.
I scramble off his lap, my fists clenched. “I’m not going to help you
kill them. I draw the goddamn line there. And you’re not going to trick me
again!”
The happiness I felt so briefly in his arms has already faded away.
He collects his things and strides away. I wonder how much more
I need a new plan. I need to get the hell out of here, once and for all.
I hurry back to our room and swipe the packet of contraception bills
from my bedside table and study it. I haven’t had my period on this yacht. It
was back in London, two weeks before Damir abducted me. Ice floods my
veins as I realize I’m late. Very late, and I’m never late. I took the sugar
pills over a week ago, but I didn’t bleed. What with the happiness and relief
cycle. I won’t panic. I’ll just come off the pill now and my period will start
in a day or two.
I put the packet down and make myself take a deep breath, but it’s
had unprotected sex a few times, yes, but I took the morning after pill, for
crying out loud, and then straight onto the contraceptive pill. With all those
state to conceive.
I start breathing too hard and fast. I can’t get enough oxygen. I’m
carrying a murderer’s baby and he’s about to kill his brother. He’s already
I clutch the edge of the vanity, trying to get a grip on myself. I’m not
going to die and I’m not pregnant. I’m just hyperventilating and freaking
out. How tempting it is to lose control right now and sink down into
“Get off me!” I lash out at Damir, shoving him away from me, and
run out of the bedroom and as far from him as I can. Which isn’t anywhere
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Damir
That evening, I find that Bethany has barricaded herself in the bedroom
with the furniture and doesn’t emerge for dinner. I end up sleeping in one of
the guest cabins. In the morning, I sit at breakfast for several hours, reading
the news and drinking coffee, one ear listening out for footsteps.
Finally, she emerges, her arms wrapped tightly around her body and
in three days.”
“Three days,” she whispers, her eyes wide with horror. She passes a
shaking hand across her face, and even her lips become bloodless. “When
did the world get so small?”
Her glassy eyes stare into the middle distance. She doesn’t just look
“I’m not hungry,” she protests, but seems too weak to put up any
resistance.
though the morning is cool. “I think I feel queasy. I don’t know. Maybe it’s
all in my mind.”
She bites down on her lip and looks away. If I didn’t know better I’d
say she was seasick, but the yacht has never affected her before now. It
like I’m going to be sick as well. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The
I’m so fucking over this. I stand up and stride along the deck to our
cabin, grab my workout gear and head into the gym. I need a hard, long
After fifty minutes of weights and half an hour on the treadmill, I’ve
managed to burn through most of my anger. Most of it. I’ll feel better when
Mikhail and that grasping little bitch of his are dead.
The sight of Bethany huddled in her seat, pale and shaking, returns
to me, but I push it away. She’ll feel better when this is all over, too. Maybe
I check on the cabin after I’ve rinsed off in the gym shower. Bethany
has gone back to bed, without attempting to barricade the door this time. I
want to go in and shake her awake, because there’ll be no sulking about this
now or after they’re dead. Why doesn’t she understand that you have to
cleanse disloyalty from your life like cutting off a gangrenous limb?
I stand up on deck at sunset as the yacht enters the Suez Canal. It’s a
flat, sandy landscape. There’s an enormous container ship in front of us, and
one behind us as well. On the other side of the canal is the Red Sea, and
Once we pass through the canal, there’s nothing to do but watch the
emerges from the cabin to force herself to eat something. Her cheeks are
still pale, and are growing thinner. My chest aches with the need to wrap
my arms around her, but every time I try to touch her, she flinches away
from me.
On the evening of the fourth day, at the time we’re scheduled to
arrive in the Seychelles, I head to the bridge. Boris stands up eagerly when
investigator I’ve used in the past. One who doesn’t let scruples stand in the
airport to show him the security guards’ landing cards. Mikhail’s address is
“I brought the yacht in close,” Boris goes on. “We’re just three miles
offshore.”
whether Mikhail might see the lights of our vessel, I hear a faint scuffing
sound outside. When I go to the door and peer up and down the deck,
“Don’t worry,” Boris says behind me. “He won’t be able to see us at
I stare out into the darkness. I’m a mere three miles from my
brother, and so close to my goal. So near to ending this. “No. Not tonight. I
need to plan. Thank you, Boris.”
I go back and check the main cabin. Bethany is sound asleep, in the
same position I left her in an hour ago. She’s been going to bed earlier and
earlier lately.
I lay down in the dark next to her, but it’s as if I’m laying on a bed
of nails. My whole body is strung so tight I feel like I’m about to snap in
two. Tomorrow I’ll be free from the past once and for all, and I’ll have
shouldn’t I?”
“If I have to tell you why you shouldn’t take revenge, then you’re
not the man I thought you were becoming. And I don’t love you.”
“I’m the man I always was and always will be. You’re a little fool if
I wait for her to argue with me, to rise up and rake me with her nails
or try to slap me, so I can take hold of her and pin her down. But she
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Bethany
I’ve wondered idly in the past which is more important to spies: nerves or
brains. Turns out it’s neither. What you actually need is complete and utter
despair. That way you don’t have time for terror or doubt. You just act.
I don’t even feel any morning sickness as I force my breathing to be
slow and regular as Damir turns over in bed beside me. I’ve been nauseated
non-stop for days, ever since I discovered I might be pregnant. Hope that
I’m not is shrinking fast. I’ve been off the pill for four days. Still no period.
from Mikhail and Ciara, and land is just over the horizon. Maybe surviving
means keeping my head down and letting Damir do whatever bat-shit things
he think he needs to do, but somehow I don’t think so. Ripley goes back for
the cat before the refinery explodes. Laurie saves the children from Michael
Myers. Sidney kills the bad guys herself rather than running screaming into
the night. Surviving means doing everything you can to thwart the killer,
otherwise you’re not the final girl. You just dead. Worse than dead. You’re
nothing.
I glance over and see that Damir’s fast asleep. There’s a knife in his
bedside table drawer. I push the blanket back and creep noiselessly around
to his side. The drawer squeaks slightly, and I wince as I take the knife out.
I stand over him, holding the weapon in my fist. The soft moonlight
glows on his cheekbone and softens his lower lip. Sleep has given him the
vulnerability of a child. It’s hard to believe, looking at him now, that he’s
capable of all the things he’s done. The easiest way to do it would be to slip
the knife up under his ribs and straight into his heart. He probably wouldn’t
I put the knife back, pull on a hooded sweatshirt and tiptoe out of
the bedroom. We’re too far offshore for me to swim for it, so I’m going to
need a boat. I slip through the darkness to where the speedboat is bobbing
alongside. It’s tempting to take it, but the engine will wake people up. Also,
I have no idea how to start or steer the damn thing. Though I have an idea
I creep back to where Damir and I usually have breakfast and find
what I’m looking for. The sugar bowl standing on a side table. The one
we’ve been using every morning as we drink our coffee together. I swipe it
up, pushing away everything except the job right in front of me, otherwise
clamber down the rope ladder and into the speedboat. I unscrew the lid to
the fuel tank and tip in the sugar cubes. I have no idea if this is going to
work or not, but I’ve heard sugar in the fuel tank ruins an engine.
I climb back up to the main deck, and as I’m lifting a leg over the
railing, the metal sugar bowl tumbles out of my pocket and clatters over the
deck.
I gasp in horror. I should have thrown it into the ocean. I freeze, half
There’s only the breaking of waves against the side of the yacht. All the
same, terror slices through me and I dive for where the life raft capsules are
stacked and start heaving them overboard. Just before I throw the last one, it
occurs to me that I should probably read the instructions while I still have
I heft one in my arms and start to read. Tie it to the deck, yank the
cord, blah blah… It would be a hell of a lot easier with two people, but I
almost pitch black. I climb down the ladder, and then let go.
I plunge into cold water and I’m submerged up over my head. As I
break the surface, gasping, I see a shape bobbing in the water and swim
over to it. Turning the capsule in the water, I find the rope, hold it firmly
with both hands, and pull with all my might. There’s a popping sound, and
the raft inflates noisily and so rapidly that it smacks me in the face and
rate I’m going wake the whole damn yacht. Without a second thought, I
grab the side of the life raft and haul myself into it. I scrabble around for the
oars, pull them from their Velcro fastenings, screw them together, and
something like that, right? I lean forward, angling the oars back, and then
move them down and pull. My arms burn, and the raft doesn’t seem to
move. Panic surges through me. I’m a sitting duck. As I struggle to get the
movements right, I keep my eyes fastened on the yacht, searching for lights
going on or figures on the deck. I don’t think I move the raft an inch.
Leaning forward, I try again, dragging the oars through the water.
Beside my little craft, the floating life raft canisters clunk together. I
can’t leave them there. They might not float away by morning, and Damir
and the others will have a way of getting ashore. Suppressing a groan, I get
back into the water and tie them to the life raft.
Back in the bobbing boat, I drag again and again on the oars,
hysteria rising because I’m trying to escape this yacht and I’m going
When I next look up I wonder, has the yacht receded just a little?
And now a little more? I’m two lengths of a man’s body away from the side
of the ship. Now three. Now five. I give a groan of relief and keep rowing,
searching the black windows and deck lights for signs of movement. I need
to row straight back from the yacht. That’s where land lies, I think. I now
realize that I was such a hurry to get away that I have no compass, no water,
no food. If the sun comes up and I’m floating in the middle of the ocean
I can’t go back. There’s nothing I can do but keep rowing, and hope.
Boris said it was just three miles. I can walk that in London in just over an
hour. A boat is surely faster. Every now and then I turn around to peer over
my shoulder, searching for telltale lights that mean I’m heading in the right
direction.
Nothing.
Still nothing.
And then, what feels like hours later—yes! I nearly drop the oars in
Arms aching, I row and row, setting a steady rhythm in time with
my hard breathing. I turn around and peer over my shoulder. The lights are
getting closer for sure. Also, I can hear waves, as if they’re breaking on a
beach. Excited, I strain against the plunging waves. I feel like a current is
course, but to keep the little raft upright. On the open water the swell didn’t
matter so much, but now that the waves have a reef or rocks to break
against I’m being tossed about like crazy. Water slaps into me, soaking and
blinding me.
A huge wave hits me from the side, and I’m thrown out of the boat.
Despite my life vest I can’t break the surface. Then another swell hits me. I
strong someone with a familiar deep voice. I whimper, crying without tears,
too exhausted for anything but my shuddering breaths. “Please don’t hurt
Up until now he’s been playing with me, but he’s really going to
punish me now. I’ll be locked up below deck for the rest of my life. I won’t
say sorry. I had to do what’s right.
I push the bottle away. “No, I don’t want it. If you’re going to
punish me, then just let me die.” Loving him hurts too damn much.
Ljubica? My eyes flutter open and I see the blurry outline of a man
with dark, curly hair and cheeks roughened by short bristles. As the world
swims into focus, I see the heavy shoulders and gray eyes of the man I once
called my boss. He looks so different from his former tailored and
impeccably groomed self, and it dressed in a rumpled open-necked linen
worried eyes and sun-kissed freckles across her nose. She’s got one hand on
Mikhail’s shoulder.
They unbuckle my life vest and pull seaweed from my hair as I grin
stupidly at them. With a few swallows of water, my brain starts working
again. They’re alive, and so am I.
Then panic floods through me as I realize that the sun is over the
horizon, and hours and hours must have past since I fled the yacht. Damir
get out of here. He’s coming, and he’s going to kill us all.”
He turns and exchanges a grim look with Ciara. They don’t need to
ask who I mean by him. They were expecting this. Hoping it wouldn’t
happen, but preparing for the worst.
dragging her along, knowing that Mikhail will follow wherever she goes. I
don’t make it two strides, however, before strong arms wrap around me
from behind and hold me back.
“You think I don’t know my own brother and what he’s capable of?”
“Which means you know we have to get out of here!”
off.”
I struggle for a moment longer, and then the fight goes out of me
and I flop like a limp noodle in his arms. A limp, exhausted noodle with a
thumping head and a churning stomach.
among tropical flower bushes, three hundred yards along the beach. There
are two men who look like security guards watching us. I notice that Ciara’s
shore. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it was you.” She bites her lip.
“Damir isn’t far away, is he?”
unbroken ocean. Damir must have realized hours ago that I’ve escaped. By
now, I’ll be another name on his murder list. A foe to vanquish. An enemy
to destroy. There’s no room in his black heart for anything else.
Ciara brings me a cold glass of water and a wet flannel to wipe my salt-
encrusted face, and within a few minutes I start to feel more human. I didn’t
cut my head open, but I have a tender bruise on my forehead. Ciara gives
me some painkillers for my headache. I can hear Mikhail giving
fingers laced together and his blue-gray eyes deadly serious. “Tell us
everything.”
I tell them about missing his phone calls and going to the office.
About Damir capturing me and taking me prisoner on board his yacht.
About Monte Carlo, Lucan Navarro, Nataša and the jewels. If Mikhail feels
any grief at the mention of his dead sister’s name, he doesn’t show it.
“Who?” Ciara asks, glancing at Mikhail.
and that Damir was the only one in the family who cared she was dead. A
shard of ice slips down my spine. And I thought Damir was the callous one.
I tell them about taking a life raft in the dead of night and getting
into trouble on the rocks. I tell them everything, in fact, except for Damir
becoming my lover. They won’t understand if I try to tell them that we’re in
love, that we’re made for each other, but there’s so much bitterness in his
Ciara has been mostly silent throughout my speech, but now she
asks, “He means to kill us? Misha and me? He said that?”
There’s no way to soften the truth, so I just nod.
“I get that he hates me, but his own brother?” She reaches out and
takes Mikhail’s hand. While she looks frightened, Mikhail just looks angry
and severe. I think he’s been preparing for this day ever since he and Ciara
fled London.
speedboat’s tank.”
“That was good thinking.” Mikhail pulls out his phone. “We’re
going to get off the island. I’ll call the airport and ready a plane. It will be
traceable, but we’ll plan a new way to disappear while we’re in the air. For
the moment, lock the doors and windows and close all the curtains. This is
hurry around the house, upstairs and downstairs, seeing that everything’s
locked down and no one can see in. Then we meet back in the lounge, and
Ciara grimaces and sits down, pulling a cushion into her lap and
hugging it to her body. I can see she’s thinking, Yes, but for how long?
To keep her mind off what’s happening out there, I ask her what she
and Mikhail have been through since they left London.
She fiddles with the seam of the cushion. “It was really hard, at first.
I had a lot of trouble understanding why Misha kidnapped me, and why we
had to hide. He nearly went back to London to draw Damir out so I could
be safe. But I couldn’t let him go.”
There’s no need to ask why. I can see it in her face as she glances
toward the kitchen. She loves him. Pure, gentle love that’s always been so
alien to me. It still does. There’s nothing pure or gentle about the way I feel
about Damir.
been hurting me, she means. Has it been beatings, or something worse.
Mikhail is standing in the doorway, his face pale and hard. As he
realizes what Ciara is asking, he turns to leave the room. “I’ll let the two of
you talk in private. I’m here, though, Bethany. You’re safe from him now.”
I hurry to correct him. “No—wait. It’s not like that.” Not exactly.
Not in the way Mikhail and Ciara are thinking. “He didn’t—he’s not—I
didn’t run away from Damir to save myself. He treated me quite well,
actually.” I feel my cheeks start to glow red. “I ran away to save the both of
you.”
If he hadn’t been so hell-bent on revenge then I would have stayed
with Damir. I would have been happy, because with Damir, I was alive and
free, and so was he. I saw it in his eyes whenever he looked at me, before
they clouded over again with his need for revenge. How would he have
looked, I wonder, if I told him about the baby? Would his arms have slipped
around me and cradled my belly as he whispered his wonder and love into
my ear?
tears are because I’m deathly afraid of Damir. There’s no way to tell them
that his brutality and tyranny only made me love him.
Mikhail’s phone rings, and he answers it. Ciara and I both watch
him in tense silence. A moment later, he hangs up and turns back to us.
“There’s a plane refueling. We’re going to drive to the airport and fly to the
mainland. Mombasa or Nairobi are our best options.”
Ciara jumps up and hurries to the bedroom. She comes back with
two passports and hands one to Mikhail. “What about Bethany? She doesn’t
have a passport.”
“I’ll think of something. Let’s just get to the airport. If she’s
deported to the UK then at least she’ll be away from Damir.”
The security guards are waiting out front with two SUVs, their faces
tense behind their dark glasses. Two of them escort Ciara and I out, flanking
us on either side. There are two more behind us. Mikhail has a revolver in
his hand and brings up the rear.
Phttt.
All four guards sink to the ground around us as if they’re
marionettes and someone has cut their strings. Ciara and I stare at the
corpses at our feet in horror. My eyes snap to the sand dunes around us.
He’s here.
“Get in the car!” Mikhail roars, stepping over the dead bodies and
yanking the driver’s side door open. Ciara and I run for the back door.
Before I jump in, I swipe a pair of binoculars that have fallen out of a dead
guard’s hand.
Mikhail guns the engine. As we speed along the drive toward the
road, I peer through the back window with the binoculars. There’s
movement up in the dunes. I focus on the dark shape, and see a man. I
recognize his healing face. The last time I saw him, Damir was beating him
to a pulp.
Ciara’s breathing is rough and frightened. “He found us already. I
Mikhail thumps the steering wheel and curses out his brother. The
sniper raises his gun again, and aims right at us. I gasp and drop the
binoculars.
“Get down!” I dive for Ciara and flatten her across the back seat,
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Damir
through binoculars as Mikhail, Ciara and Bethany jump out of the SUV,
crouch low and run back into the house. A sniper up in the dunes has blown
their tires out. The belting I gave him several weeks ago is still evident on
his face.
I want to kill Mikhail and Ciara with my own hands, and now Lucan
sprints off down the deck. I peer through the binoculars once more, my
hands sweaty.
out by the pool or sitting at the breakfast table, but somehow I knew she
was gone. She was squeamish about Mikhail and Ciara. I knew it, and I
should have locked her in, for her own protection. If she’d died getting to
Mikhail…
I take a deep breath, pushing away the terrible thought. She’s still
through the scope. Motherfucker. The sniper in the dunes has disappeared,
probably ducking down behind the cresting sand. I pan slowly to the left,
across the house with all its curtains pulled closed, and to the dunes on the
other side. There’s movement there. A sniper who hasn’t concealed himself.
He’s right in my crosshairs. I breathe out slowly, and depress the trigger.
The gunshot cracks loudly over the water. The sniper goes rigid, and
As I pan over the house, I see that there’s one window where the
curtains haven’t been pulled quite tight. My finger leaps for the trigger, but
I realize I can’t fire into the house because I might hit Bethany. I’ll have to
get closer. I switch out the sniper for a more durable AK-47 and strap it to
“No,” I growl, tossing him the sniper. “You and the men stay on the
yacht, and cover me. There’s still at least one sniper up in the dunes.”
I take off my shoes and socks, swing my legs over the side, and
jump. The water is warm and clear, and I break the surface. It’s several
hundred yards to the beach and I set off with a strong freestyle stroke,
heading a little to the west so that I approach via the dunes with the dead
sniper. There’s a scrubby hillock, and I hurry toward it, and then creep low
branches and pull myself quietly up onto the roof. From here I can reach the
bedroom windows. Bethany is inside. Once I go in, will she come to me, or
will she cower behind Mikhail for protection? Will she try to protect Ciara,
and beg for their lives?
I pull the AK-47 rifle off my back, smash the window in and climb
quickly inside. I’m in the master bedroom by the looks of it, and I crouch
behind the bed for a moment, wondering if the breaking glass has alerted
them. There are no shouts or footsteps, so I creep toward the stairs. I can
“…the hell are Navarro’s men doing here?” Mikhail asks angrily.
“They must have followed us out through the Suez Canal. I told you
Damir robbed his villa for those jewels. This has been his grand tour of
I feel like I’ve been punched in the guts. It’s like he’s wanted to
erase our entire family from his memory. If none of this had happened, I
wonder how long it would have been before he erased me from his life, too.
I can’t wait any longer to come face-to-face with my dear, beloved brother.
Keeping low, I edge out of the bedroom and along the short hall,
walk slowly down half a dozen steps and sit on the staircase. None of them
notice me. Bethany’s standing on the far side of the room, looking sickly
and afraid, her black curly hair wild with salt. There are scrapes on her
forehead and cheeks. Mikhail and Ciara have their backs to me.
I speak lazily from the stairs. “Your fucking brother just wants
handgun raised, and sees me with the rifle propped up on my knee. Ciara
goes white beneath her tan, and her mouth falls open in fear.
Mikhail moves slowly to the right so that he’s blocking Ciara with
little fool. What were you thinking jumping off the yacht like that. You
could have died.”
She musters up a nonchalant shrug. “Doesn’t matter when you’re
there somewhere, with God knows how many guns and men surrounding
Mikhail jerks his head toward the front door. “Looks like you’ll
everything we built together and selling your own brother out to the
authorities?”
disappointment, because here you are. They couldn’t take you out, and
neither could Navarro. But I promise you, I’ll kill you myself if you don’t
leave now.”
I laugh lazily, but I can see the truth in his eyes. He’ll kill me to
protect Ciara if he has to. She’s all that matters to him now. I glance at
Bethany, and an ache goes through my limbs. I want to crush her to me and
I take a better grip on the rifle and turn back to Mikhail. “Your name
“Yes. He wants to kill you. And probably her for good measure.” I
nod at Ciara. She’s gazing back at me with her usual steely poise. I can’t
seem to ruffle one little hair on her blonde head unless I slit someone’s
throat.
wasn’t interested in either Ciara or me until you wound him up. Maybe if I
give him what he really wants, which is you, he’ll leave the rest of us alone.
Ciara, Bethany, go into the bathroom and lock yourselves in. Keep your
heads down. There might be bullets flying all over the place in a minute.”
If I have to tell you why you shouldn’t take revenge, then you’re not
the man I thought you were becoming. And I don’t love you.
I turn to Mikhail. “You never loved Nataša. You never even told her
one that echoes up and down the beach. I look at Bethany and indicate the
front window, the one that looks out onto the water. “Open it. Just a few
inches.”
She hurries over and pulls the curtain to one side. Over Bethany’s
shoulder, flaming debris tumbles through the air and burns atop the waves.
The yacht has been utterly destroyed. All my men with it.
“Boris and the others were on the yacht, weren’t they?” Bethany
asks. When I don’t answer she turns to look at me, anguish creasing her
brow. “Damir?”
I stare at the flames. I can’t even feel anything as I watch them burn.
I stop her with a look. She fidgets on the spot, her eyes huge and sad. Boris
and the others knew what they were getting into. Now they’re one more
reason Navarro has to die.
“Mikhail!” I snap.
He turns back to me. “Why did I destroy the company and flee with
Ciara? Because you told me to.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I never told you any such
thing.”
“Don’t you remember what you said to me the day you killed our
father? You told me that if someone tries to take away what’s mine, I should
come at them with everything I have. I don’t have endless rage and a thirst
for blood. That was always your thing, so I chose to put the law on your tail
and then go into hiding.”
at our feet. “I killed our father for you. It was always meant to be just the
two of us.”
Mikhail jerks his chin at Bethany. “And her? What about her?”
“What about her?” I bite out.
“She’s here. She’s alive and unhurt, apart from the injuries she got
fleeing you. She even defended you a short time ago. I can see how you’re
looking at her now. I caught a glimpse of how you looked at her back in
London. I thought I was imagining things, but you want her, don’t you?
“It’s not a threat, it’s a warning.” She takes a deep breath. “You can
have your revenge on them, or you can have me and your child.”
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Bethany
Damir’s face goes slack with shock. The room is utterly still and silent.
“You’re lying.”
I gave you the morning after pill like you wanted. You’ve been taking
contraceptives.”
I spread my hands and let them fall to my side. “Didn’t work. We
weren’t exactly being careful. There were a few times you didn’t pull out,
and it only takes once.”
This has to work. This is my only card to play, and I can’t believe I
have to play it, and use our child as a way to bargain for Mikhail and
Ciara’s lives. I can see love and hope creep into Damir’s expression as he
slowly realizes what I’m saying. He wanted us to have a child all along.
Damir, despite all his rage and bitterness, is a family man at heart.
“We can start fresh,” I whisper to him. “You and me and our child.”
surprise, all I see is sympathy. And something else. She’s gnawing on her
lip as if she’s mentally debating something. I don’t need anything from her.
If she and Mikhail keep their mouths shut maybe I can talk Damir out of
killing them.
Damir goes on staring at me for a full minute. Then his expression
It’s not enough for him. His love for me, his child that I’m carrying.
I’m not enough for him to put down his weapon. He’s turned away from me
I whip around. Ciara’s face is bright red, and she casts a fearful look
hand over his face, trying to come to terms with what he’s just learned
denial, I guess. I didn’t want to deal with it, but it looks like now I have no
choice.”
Then she steps forward and takes my hand, and turns to face the
brothers. “This changes everything, you realize. Either you two work
together against this Navarro, or Bethany and I are not going to make it.
Your children aren’t going to make it. We’re carrying your blood. Both of
Mikhail starts toward her, but she draws away, taking me with her.
“No. Don’t come to me. He’s the one you need to talk to,” she says,
nodding at Damir.
“You’re the one I’m here to protect,” Mikhail says defiantly. “I’ve
got nothing to say to him.”
“I’m sick of hiding!” she exclaims. “This isn’t a life, Mikhail, and
I’m not bringing a child into this world only for it to be hunted down. You
two need to figure out a way for all of us to coexist in this world.”
“You and I and are going to take out Navarro, and then we’re going
to go our separate ways once and for all. No hunting us down. No revenge.
We’ve got other responsibilities now.” Mikhail hesitates, and then slowly
Damir is still pointing his rifle at Mikhail, his finger on the trigger. I
of survival if he takes on both Navarro and Mikhail at the same time. I want
to believe it’s the former, but there’s a cold glimmer to his eyes that tells me
it’s not.
He bares his teeth in his shark-like smile, and lowers his weapon.
“Sure, brata.”
Ciara’s hand, which I didn’t realize was gripping mine like a vice,
unclenches, and she lets out the breath she’s been holding.
But I’m still looking at Damir’s toothy, malevolent smile. “Why
“We’ll split up,” Mikhail announces. “Damir will go to the east and
I’ll go to the west. We’ll circle around, taking out any of Navarro’s men we
come across, and meet up north of the house at the crossroads and each
“Um, okay, Ciara and I will just stay here and do our nails?” I scoff.
“Just keep out of sight,” Damir tells me, standing up. “Go into the
“Yeah,” I agree. “If you two idiots were happy to drag us into this
mess and get us pregnant, then we’re going to see it through to the end.”
She folds her arms, mulish, just looking at him. I glance around the
room for a weapon, and pick up a heavy wooden statue and brandish it like
a club. I’d prefer a gun, but at least I’ll have something to protect myself
Damir glares at me, and then addresses Mikhail. “Got any rope,
brata?”
“You tie me up again and I will rip your dick off and make you eat
it,” I growl. “If you’re happy to use me as jewelry bait, then you don’t get
“He used you as bait?” Mikhail exclaims, but I’m not listening. I’ve
“Fine!” he shouts. “You can come, but you’re keeping out of—”
Ciara steps in front of us. “No. I’m going with Damir. Bethany’s
going with Misha. We’re going to do this together.” She looks at Damir as
she says this. He glares back at her, loathing writ large on his face.
Mikhail shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”
At the same time, Damir protests, “I’m not taking her! She falls
But Ciara just picks up the twin of the wooden statue that I’m
holding. I see what she’s doing. She’s banking on her being the one Damir
truly hates, and if he sees she’s not his enemy then he might let it go. She’s
trying to end the feud between the brothers, because it’s the only way she’ll
since The Pop-Up Book of Phobias but she’s glaring at me so hard I think
brother.
hand for a high five. “Hey, the dream team’s back together.”
Mikhail ignores me. He’s too busy protesting loudly that Ciara’s not
Pregnant and—” she drops her weapon on the table “—unarmed. Oh, dear.
Do you think we’ll survive?”
Both the brothers charge in front of us and block the door, standing
shoulder to shoulder and glaring down at us. We stare stubbornly back at
them.
Damir turns to Mikhail. “If anything happens to her, I’ll fucking kill
you.”
“Same to you, brata,” Mikhail snarls back. His eyes linger on his
brother’s face, and then he reaches for Ciara and pulls her into his arms.
“Ljubica. Be careful. Stay behind Damir and keep your head down.
Don’t…” His hand seeks her belly and caresses her there, and his forehead
presses against hers. His face says it all.
“Ljubim te,” she whispers back, and they kiss tenderly. I swear I
hear violins swell around them.
“God, stop it with the romance, would you? I’m going to be sick.”
He tries to kiss me, but I turn my face away. “While you’re out there
you need to do some hard thinking about what it is you truly want, or you’ll
never see me or your child again.”
and throw one to Ciara, who catches it. “Save it. I’m not interested until you
get off this revenge train.”
Mikhail points at his brother. “One last thing, Damir. If Ciara gets so
much as a scratch on her out there, if you even think of using her as bait, I’ll
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Damir
“She didn’t let you kiss her, huh?” Ciara asks quietly as we lay on our
bellies in the dunes.
Through a pair of binoculars, I scan the grassy hillocks for any sign
of movement. All is silent. “Bethany will do what I tell her.”
and that changes a woman. She’s not going to be thinking about just you
anymore.”
me.”
Near the top, I pause, and signal for Ciara to do the same. I zoom in
on two figures creeping through the dunes on the other side of the beach,
one bearish, curly-haired man and a slender, black-haired woman. I watch
I realize I’ve been staring at the spot where Mikhail and Bethany
disappeared for several minutes. I turn and look down at Ciara. At the
splash of freckles across her nose. Her chapped lips that seem like they’ve
been gnawed with worry. My brother’s child is inside this woman. Every
We make our cautious way through the dunes. Smoke drifts over us,
carrying the stench of burning engine oil and smoldering fiberglass, and the
regret and pain I’ve held back suddenly impale me. Boris was a bloody
good man, loyal and clever. I would have trusted no one else to take
Bethany into Navarro’s lair in Monte Carlo. Now he’s in pieces at the
bottom of the ocean. The thought should make me blaze with anger, but I
feel worn out. I just want all this to be over, and for Bethany to be in my
arms again.
They seem to be coming from up ahead. We make our way up and peer over
the edge. There are two men, standing out in the open, machine guns in
their hands and eyes alert to danger. I can hear one of them talking on a
expose our position and they call for help, we’ll have every one of
Navarro’s men down on our heads. My brother has my woman, so I can’t let
“Misha will never hurt Bethany. I’m the one taking all the risk.”
“Misha said no using you as bait. I thought little miss goody two-
“Stop saying his name like that. And what makes you think I’m a
goody two-shoes?”
into family?”
We need to stop wasting time. Send me in there and I’ll distract them while
you take them out. I’ll limp over there crying or something. No, bleeding.
Punch me in the face.”
“What?”
“If I’m hurt they won’t think I’m a threat. They’ll wonder if I have
“What the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden? You came all this
way to murder me, and now you can’t even punch me in the goddamn—”
I ball my hand into a fist and punch her in the mouth. Ciara gasps in
pain and claps her hands over her face. When she looks up at me, blood is
dripping down her chin from a split lip and tears slide down her cheeks. I
throttle me.
collapse, and don’t raise you head until I call out that it’s all clear.”
Ciara is still breathing sharply and trying to pull herself together. All
her whimpers are like knives on my nerves. I turn her around and give her a
side as Ciara limps toward the two men. They eye her warily, guns raised.
wretched combined with her tears and bleeding mouth. When she’s within
ten feet of the men, she collapses, just like I told her to. Before they can
Miss.
I stare at the rifle in my hands, aghast. What the fuck is wrong with
me? Navarro’s man starts to swing around to face me, then decides he needs
to deal with the threat closest to him first. The girl on the ground. Ciara
isn’t even reaching for the dead man’s weapon. As soon as I fired she put
both her hands over head and she’s still lying like that. The other man’s rifle
is swinging around in her direction. It’ll take just a second for him to shoot
back as fast as I can. The weapon clicks futilely in my hand a dozen times
before I realize that the man has slumped to the ground. Dead.
it’s going to beat out of my chest. What the fuck has got into me today? I
run over to Ciara, feeling like the last five seconds has shaved fifty years off
my life. She’s still face-down in the sand, and I put a hand under her arm
“What’s wrong with you? You were just going to lay there and get
shot? Pull yourself together for fuck’s sake, or you’re going to get killed.”
reaching for me to comfort her. I stare down at her, unsure what to do.
Ciara continues to hold onto me and sob, and I’m painfully aware
that we’re out in the open and I’ve just made one hell of a racket. I say her
name sharply, and she pulls herself together and looks up. The wound on
“Okay,” she whispers thickly, and wipes the tears and blood from
her face with the hem of her shirt. I catch a glimpse of her ever-so-slightly
protruding belly. Bethany’s going to look like that soon. Then she’ll get
bigger and bigger, warm and full in my hands. Wherever she is, let her be
safe. Let her not die today.
Of course she does. Posh girl. “How do you say, ‘Fuck. We’ve lost
I whisper the phrase a few times under my breath, and then press the
call button and bark it into the radio. The reply comes back a moment later,
and I wait for Ciara to translate.
“He says they’re north of the house. Can’t be far from here.”
The radio crackles again, and the man on the other end asks,
the dunes. I take one of the guns myself and follow, swearing under my
breath. What was the point of her coming along if she isn’t going to do
anything?
“Sorry for…crying all over you. I guess you reminded me of Mikhail for a
second back there.”
“A what?”
“A bad-ass motherfucker. You should have seen the way he acted
getting us out of South Africa. He scared the living daylights out of me.”
Ciara peers over her shoulder. “There’s the house to the south. I
don’t see Navarro, or any other—”
shows beneath the collar of his shirt. He nods at Ciara. “Who’s she?
Another girlfriend?”
“Yes. I got tired of the other one, but this one’s getting on my nerves
as well. Keeps crying all over the place.” I think quickly for a way to draw
his attention back onto me. “You blew up your own jewels, you fucking
idiot. They were on the yacht.”
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all. It’s like being dressed down
by my father when I was twelve years old.
Beside me, Ciara takes a soft, shuddering breath. I’m not a boy of
twelve. I’m a man of thirty-nine and somewhere out there, Bethany is
carrying my child. “You’re too late for Mikhail. He’s already fled.”
Navarro chuckles softly, and waggles the radio in his other hand.
“Nice try, Damir. My men have spotted him in the dunes with your black-
haired girl. Are you two into wife-swapping now?” The muzzle of the
shotgun is pointed right at my face. “I hope you both enjoyed yourselves.
Night-night.”
Fuck.
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Bethany
For about the fiftieth time, I turn and glance over my shoulder at the empty
dunes.
“Damir will be fine. It’s Ciara you’ve got to worry about,” Mikhail
mutters.
“Who says I’m not worried about her, too?” I hope she knows what
she’s doing. It’s an insane idea of hers, going off alone with Damir. I guess
she thinks she’s as good as dead anyway if Mikhail and Damir can’t call a
for any sign of Navarro and his men. Nothing. Just more sand and scruffy
grass.
“I’m sorry that I had to leave you behind and you got caught up in
this.”
I glance at Mikhail. “Don’t be. I’m in love with your insane brother.
Let’s focus, shall we, because if anything happens to me, your child is
going to grow up without a father. Damir means what he said. He’ll kill
you.”
going to be left alive after today. We make our way in a wide arc through
the dunes, circling to the north. Every step is made with caution as we listen
for voices.
“We need to see what’s happening. I’m not just thinking about
The dunes thin and we have to crouch lower and lower. I keep
thinking that I hear heavy footsteps in the sand behind us, but it must be the
Navarro has Damir and Ciara. He’s raising the shotgun right at
Damir’s face. Without thinking, I shoot to my feet and scream his name.
The scene unfolds in slow motion. The shotgun goes off as Damir
dives for Ciara, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to the ground.
Damir, his shirt soaked red with blood, rolls off Ciara and yanks
Navarro off his feet by wrapping both of his arms around his knees.
something behind us. His face is chalk white and sweat shines on his brow.
“Now.”
men aren’t going to fire on us. I race forward, swipe the machine gun and a
“Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back,” Mikhail calls
and Ciara, and I follow, slinging the rifle around my shoulder and stuffing
Damir has Navarro on the ground and is standing over him with the
shotgun muzzle right in front of his face. Blood drips down Damir’s arm.
His shoulder is a mess of pellet wounds and blood.
Ciara sees Mikhail just before he reaches her and sweeps her into
his arms. They cling to each other as if their separation has lasted a lifetime,
and a pang goes through me. All Damir’s attention is focused on the man
Navarro looks from one to the rest of us, hatred transforming his
face. “You’re filth. You and your slut of a sister and your brother, you
murdering bast—”
Navarro in the stomach. It’s not Damir. It’s Mikhail. “Don’t you fucking
talk about my sister that way,” he snarls, while Navarro gasps in pain.
remember her.”
“Of course I do,” Mikhail whispers hoarsely. “Every day, but some
things are too painful to speak of. The day our mother died. The day Nataša
doesn’t seem to give a damn about the man lying on the ground. All
Mikhail’s attention is focused on his brother. “I didn’t know you were still
in so much pain about Nataša. I’m sorry, brata. I should have realized years
ago, back when you killed our father. You did that for her as much as you
On the ground, Navarro’s face turns a mottled red with rage. “That
second later he pulls the trigger. Navarro’s head explodes like a pumpkin
that’s been smashed with a pickaxe. Blood, shards of bone and brain scatter
Mikhail and Ciara have turned away, but I’m staring at the spot
where a man’s head was a moment ago. Damir glances up at me, and
I smile weakly at him. “I’m all right. I’ll take exploding heads over
morning sickness.”
shotgun aside, and then winces in pain. The shotgun blast must have just
caught him as he dove for Ciara.
Behind us, Ciara is retching onto the ground while Mikhail holds
her hair. Still bent double, she gasps, “I’ll take the morning sickness.”
She straightens up, and Mikhail puts an arm around her shoulders
and draws her away from us. I look from the corpse on the ground, to
Mikhail and Ciara’s fearful expressions, and then over at Damir. He’s
wiping spattered blood from his face and pulling me toward him with his
other hand.
For a while there the four of us were united. The final four, who all
missed some.”
tries to kiss me, but I shake my head and pull away. “Talk to your brother.”
He glances at Mikhail, his eyes wary. “Thank you for keeping her
safe.”
Damir opens his mouth, and then closes it again. Silence stretches as
the four of us watch each other carefully, all of us armed except for Ciara.
“I guess we’ll be going,” Mikhail says cautiously. The two brothers
stare at each other for a long time. Then Mikhail turns to me, “Do you want
“I just thought she might have had enough of the blood and
violence. Of you.”
Damir shakes his head. “All my life, everyone has looked upon me
as you’re doing now. With fear. Hatred. Even when they’ve needed me. But
Bethany looks at me like I’ve been sent from heaven to drag her down to
hell, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Mikhail takes an angry step forward. “That’s not true. I never looked
at you that way. Not until you came here to kill me and Ciara.”
what?”
“Tell him that you don’t hate Ciara. Tell him that it’s over, that
you’ve changed your mind about the revenge. That you don’t just want a
ceasefire, you want your brother back.”
He glares at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve changed, idiot,” I tell him. “The Damir Ravnikar who stole
me in London wouldn’t have shielded Ciara from so much as a mosquito,
seem to have lost my fucking anger.” He glares at me like I’ve done him
grave injustice. “You can probably blame her.”
I smile and shake my head. “No, you fool. It’s because you were
never really angry with Mikhail. It was this piece of shit—” I kick the
corpse “—and your father who destroyed your hope and your love for your
family. Are you going to leave another blood feud in your wake and force
your children to fight it out on a beach one day? Or are you two going to
hug it out?”
Damir glares at me, and there’s so much fury on his face that I think
he’s going to start shouting. Then he turns to Mikhail and holds out his
hand. “No more Ravnikar blood is to be spilled. Not by us, and not because
of us. Your child is my child. Your woman is my sister.”
Damir watches him in silence, and then throws back his head and
laughs. He grins boyishly at Mikhail. “Your face! You looked at me just like
that when I turned up on your doorstep twenty years ago. You have to
admit, brata, that for all the drama of the last few weeks, it hasn’t been
boring. All Ravnikars love drama. What was it you called him, Ciara?”
“A BAMF,” Ciara says, a smile tugging at the corner of her injured
again.”
Damir spreads his arms, baring his teeth roguishly. “Doing what
again?”
“Upending my whole life and then charming me into some hair-
have you?” For the first time, there’s nothing sarcastic in the way Damir
says Misha, and Mikhail doesn’t tell him not to.
Damir sighs gustily and rubs his hand over the back of his neck.
“All right. I suppose boring wouldn’t be too hard to bear, under the
circumstances.” His eyes flicker to Ciara. “What do you say? Will you let
me work with Misha? Can I be an uncle to that little one?”
Ciara gnaws her lip, thinking. “Damir, it’s not up to me. You’re the
one who has the power to hold us together or drive us apart. I don’t have
any other family now, and neither does Misha. You need to decide whether
this is what you want. And not just for a few weeks. Forever.”
Damir gazes at her for a full minute without speaking. Then he turns
and thrusts his hand at Mikhail once more. “It’s what I want.”
Slowly, with as much hope sparking in his eyes as caution, Mikhail
takes his brother’s hand. As they shake, a smile blooms over his face. A
smile like I’ve never seen from him before. The same one is on Damir’s
face.
They unclasp, and Damir glances at Ciara. He clears his throat, and
boyish smile on his face. “I guess you got what you wanted, princesa.”
What I wanted.
Happiness has expanded through me as I’ve watched them talking,
but as he turns that rueful grin on me, something snaps. What I wanted? At
the end of all the terror, the blood, the captivity, he has the temerity to stand
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Damir
I grin at Bethany. “Not forgive me? There’s nothing to forgive. And don’t
forget I love you.”
taste her since I found out she was going to have my baby, and I feel like
that erases all the torment that I’ve suffered at your hands these past weeks?
Damir has had his revenge, so all is right with the world? I don’t think so.”
me a baffled look.
“Bethany,” I say, turning back to her, my hand on my heart. “We are
at the ends of the earth. I dragged you here, kicking and screaming, to show
middle of nowhere in the Indian ocean. All of it. “To the ends of the earth.
Is it enough?”
She considers this. “What about to the ends of the earth and back
again?”
“Love me to the ends of the earth and back again. Then I might
“Yeah. Where you stole me from. That should just about prove it.”
“But Bethany, the police are still—” Mikhail starts to say, but I wave
otherwise the authorities will hunt me down and I’ll be sent to prison.”
would take for you to believe I love you?” My eyes dart from her to
Mikhail to Ciara, who are both looking at me like they don’t understand,
either.
All right, maybe I deserve Bethany’s coldness after everything I’ve
put her through, but I’ve changed. Things are going to be different now. I
love you.”
Those are the words I wouldn’t say to her on the yacht because, I
don’t know, I’m a fucking asshole. I should have said them then because I
meant it then, and I mean it now, more than ever. But looking into her eyes,
“All right. If that’s what it takes to prove I love you, then I’ll do it. It might
not be so bad. I know they can get me on money laundering, but with a
good lawyer I can fight the murder charges. I’ll be looking at fifteen years
I guess it was too good to be true that I could undo the events of the
past weeks with a few smiles and a bit of charm. I thought Bethany would
“I’ll go into the town. Turn myself in. Misha, you’ll see that
Bethany gets somewhere safe? She and the…baby.”
Who’s going to bring it up? Mikhail is going to be its father, not me.
looking reproachfully at Bethany, but her chin is raised like royalty, and she
ignores them.
All right. The sooner this is done and I’ve served my time, the
sooner I can get back to Bethany and beg her forgiveness. I’ll spend fifteen
years in prison if it means I can earn her love again. Shoulders back, spine
straight, I turn and start heading down the beach with the air of a man who
I lean down to my calf, pull the weapon out of its holster beneath
my pants and hurl it onto the sand, and then set off again.
“Oh, Damir?”
“No.”
“What?”
She laughs. “No, I’m not going to let you do it. What use are you to
A taut silence stretches while I stare at the dune ahead. “Are you
Her turn. Her turn for trickery and power and holding my goddamn
life in her hands. When I look back at her, her eyes are glimmering with
She balls both her fists and shouts as loud as she can, “Yes, I
My brother passes a shaking hand over his face and looks like he’s
about to fall down from relief. “Yes. And they deserve each other for the
eyes are getting blurry and her breath shudders with tears. “Are you
crying?”
bastard. Never try to leave me again, or I’ll put a knife through your heart,
“Not even if you put a gun to my head.” My hand seeks her belly and I
splay my hand there, and the world finally clicks into place around me.
Bethany kisses me back, fierce, desperate kisses. “Ciara’s right,” she
whispers. “You’re the only one who can take us back to the start.”
didn’t need to be put through so much blood and drama to get here. Or
maybe we did.” She strokes my hair back from my face, smiling up at me.
“You’re totally crazy sometimes, but maybe it’s the oddballs who need love
most of all.”
I kiss her, and then bite down on her lip. Hard. Hard enough to draw
Our love.
“Come on, idiots,” Mikhail says, shaking his head. “Let’s get the
hell out of here before the authorities show up. We can’t explain all these
bodies.”
I lean down and fish through Navarro’s pockets, and pull out a set of
keys. “His boat must be moored somewhere nearby. If we change the tire on
the SUV, we can drive around the perimeter of the island and find it.”
We all start walking back toward the house, exhausted and blood-
spattered, but together. Ciara and Bethany are next to each other, and
Mikhail and I flanking them.
wished doom upon all the Ravnikars who ever were and ever would be.
Bethany’s hand slips down to her own belly. “Oh, me too. I cursed
them all to hell. With partners like ours, it just sort of rolls off the tongue,
doesn’t it, Ciara? Damn you and all your kind forever more.”
“Will they be all right, then? Our babies?” Ciara asks her.
“Oh, yes,” Bethany says confidently, casting sly looks at me and
Mikhail. “We only told them to go to hell, and I find that Ravnikars never
listen to anyone but themselves.”
Ciara laughs, tries to stop because it’s hurting her split lip, and then
snorts with uncontrollable mirth. I give Bethany a dark look, and Mikhail
her eyes on the sparkling sea. “These babies will be just fine.”
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Bethany
“It’s not fair,” I moan, watching Mikhail place a glass of pale pink wine into
Ciara’s hand. I’m resting a tumbler of water on my fat belly. “Months and
months we’ve spent in Provence, and I haven’t eaten the cheese or drank
the wine. Pregnancy sucks.”
table. She takes a sip of the wine and passes it back to Mikhail. “It’s not like
I can have much. Just a few sips after a feeding.” She gazes into the
they told him they wanted to name their daughter Nataša. There have been
tense moments since we left the beach in the Seychelles together and started
a new life together in France, but I knew the feud was truly over when
Ciara placed the newborn baby into Damir’s arms. My lover smiled down at
her, and then met Ciara’s eyes as naturally as any brother-in-law would, his
face full of love for the child. I think Mikhail and I both let out sighs of
but can’t help but smile and feel a spark of excitement. Any day now.
Whoever you are, I think to my bump, don’t make me wait too long.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princesa, and don’t you forget it.” Damir
leans past me to place a dish of pasta on the table, and then kisses my neck.
“I’ll feel gorgeous when I can get up without calling for a crane,” I
say over my shoulder as he disappears back into the kitchen.
has to move mine and Ciara’s textbooks and notebooks out of the way to
make space for our plates and cutlery. Since we got new identities, Ciara
and I have enrolled in distance education courses. In a year’s time, once
we’ve got the hang of this parenting thing, the plan is for us to enroll in a
university. For now, I’m too pregnant to think straight for longer than ten
investments that Mikhail and Ciara started in the Seychelles. So far it’s been
entirely legal. Damir pretends to complain once or twice a week that he’s
contentedly at him. Damir whistles in the kitchen, getting the bread and
salad to go with our pasta.
“We have to protect this,” I say fiercely. “This happiness. We’re not
Mikhail looks up from the baby. Then he turns to call out to Damir.
“That we have to protect our children from what our parents did to
us,” I tell him. Not just the feuds, but the neglect, too. I still feel the pain
that I never knew my parents. When Ciara meets my eyes, I know she’s
thinking of her own strained relationship with her mother and father.
Damir strokes his little finger down the baby’s nose, smiling. “We
have an excellent guide of how not to raise these little ones. That’s a good
start.” Then he glances up at us, his eyes that were so often stormy in the
past, clear and bright in the spring sunshine. “And I have you all to keep me
his shirt. “I should think not. Maybe every few years we need a whole lot of
drama and danger to get through, to remind us what’s important in life.
frame myself as a counterfeiter and hide the evidence under Mikhail’s bed.
Then we’ll split up and meet in Marrakesh or Melbourne to plan our next
move.”
Mikhail grins. “Terrible is the word. I’ll start stashing more fake
Damir dishes pasta into four bowls and hands them out. “An
excellent plan, Misha. You’ll need to keep one step ahead of the law.”
do need to keep one step ahead of the law. We’ll never be able to go back to
the UK. Mikhail and Damir have both been seeing to security and covering
our tracks, but I know the lion’s share of the work of getting us safely into
France under assumed names was Damir’s. He’s the glue holding us
together, and I know that he’s strong enough to do it. He’s the reason that
today, we’re all smiling.
After we eat, Damir helps me out of my chair, gathers me close to
him and leads me toward our bedroom in the villa. “Siesta,” he calls over
his shoulder to Mikhail and Ciara, and they laugh and wave. He’s been keen
roam hungrily over me. My belly in particular. He loves feeling the way my
body’s changed as the baby’s grown. We get undressed and lay naked on
could fall in love. I thought something inside me was broken. Turns out I
just needed someone who is as screwy as I am.”
he laughs.
I wanted only to be the final girl, but defeating the monster means
being alone. Far better to fall in love with the monster and tame him. But
He rolls me over onto my side and I feel the thick rod of his cock
pressing against my slippery sex. Then he’s sliding into me, fast and deep,
his breath hot in my ear and his teeth finding my earlobe as he thrusts.
He leans away from me for a moment and I hear the bedside drawer
open. Then he’s back and holding a purple vibe, very like the one he used
on me while we were on the yacht. He cranks it all the way up, lifts one of
my thighs in his arm and applies the vibe to my clit. I cry out as the soft
cock. A deep, delicious sensation coalesces and rises up, wracking my body
But just for a few seconds, and then it’s back. My second orgasm is
faster than the last, and more powerful, and I’m reaching for him and the
“No, no, no, enough, please,” I moan, as he again puts the vibe
back.
Damir gently turns my chin towards him. “Go on, tell me how
terrible I am. You know how I love to hear you say it.”
I kiss his smiling mouth. “You are the most incorrigible, wicked and
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Read on for an excerpt of THE PROTÉGÉ by
Brianna Hale
He’s always protected me since I was eight years old, the neglected girl he took off the street and
raised as his own. Laszlo can feel what music needs instinctively. He can tell what I need.
My world shattered the night of my eighteenth birthday and he still hasn’t forgiven me for what I
did. I’m not asking him to love me, touch me, take me to bed. What I want goes deeper than that
and I have to say this out loud because it’s one thing that music won’t be able to tell him.
I want what only Laszlo can give me. I want to be his protégé again. And this time, I’m going to
be so good for him.
Yes, maestro.
Yes, sir.
Yes, daddy.
Brianna Hale has yet again surpassed my expectation with THE PROTÉGÉ. Laszlo and
Isabeau's story stole my heart. This book has everything. Steam. Romance. Emotions. Sex. All
kinds of feels. If you love reading BDSM, especially DDLG...This one is for YOU. One of my top
reads of 2018! - Lylah James, author of THE MAFIA AND HIS OBSESSION
I love THE PROTÉGÉ beyond words can describe...It isn't all about steamy scenes, it's about
real life doubts and lessons. Laszlo will have your heart racing and will leave you panting for
more. - White Rose Stories
My heart is still wrapped in these two...perfection is hard to come to in a book, but this one
succeeded. - Anne Reads and Reviews
I always seem to like the age gap relationships portrayed by Brianna Hale. She just writes them
so beautifully while also addressing the issues that might and do crop up because of the said age
gap. What I love the most is that she presents a warm, nurturing and above all, a healthy
relationship between two consenting individuals and I can totally get behind that. - Mango Tea
and Toska
An intense romance filled with raw passion that makes your dirty mind run around with lust and
A magnificent and complicated read...either you approve or you don't, but one thing you can't
I fell so hard in love with this book! Isabeau and Laszlo have stolen my heart. I was hooked on
them from the very beginning and my heart broke right along with them but they also put all the
pieces of my heart right back together. - Hanna's Book Obsession
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Chapter One
Isabeau
Now
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Chapter Two
Laszlo
Now
LITTLE DANCER
PRINCESS BRAT
SOFT LIMITS
MIDNIGHT HUNTER
THE PROTÉGÉ
VOW OF OBEDIENCE
CONTROL FREAK
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About the author
There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male
with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she's not writing
about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her
next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that
pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday
adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
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