She heard the long whistle.
“Who the fuck are you meeting again?” Vacarro asked, coming into the room.
She smiled and turned to look at him. Hands on her hips.
“You know who. You checked her out to make sure she was legit. How do I look?”
“Edible,” Basile said, joining them.
“Great.”
“Baby, you always look edible,” Vacarro said, and pulled her close and slid his hands along her hips and down her thighs. “You look professional and hot. How long will you be, because when you get back, I’m stripping you out of this getup and fucking this ass while I spank it the way you liked so much last night.”
Her cheeks warmed, and she gave his shoulder a slap. “Vacarro,” she reprimanded.
He squeezed her to him as Basile chuckled.
“You love it. Get all wet and beg to be fucked in every hole. You’re wild in bed, baby, and we love that about you,” he said and kissed her neck.
She closed her eyes and held onto him. She did love making love to her four men. She loved handing complete control over to them, and would try just about anything with them.
Basile came over, and he reached out and stroked her cheek.
“Later when you get back, we’ll have a little fun. Maybe you can lie on that bed of yours and show us how you worked that thick pink dildo into your cunt when you were horny and lonely for cock,” he said, and she got completely red.
She had forgotten about that thing, and of course, Basile found it in her drawer and went to use it on her, but the batteries were dead, and that started a whole other round of lovemaking on their part.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “Now let me get ready,” she told them, and Basile kissed her lips and winked.
“Charged and ready,” he added smirking at her.
She shook her head, but she couldn’t help but chuckle. She really, really loved these men.
They headed downstairs, and Spadaro and Tat were on their cell phones. They looked serious as usual, but when they turned away after pointing at her to wait a moment, she knew that they were working. More than likely on finding out where Barishna and Sierran were.
She glanced at her watch, and right before she absolutely had to leave, both men ended their calls and came over to kiss her good-bye and to wish her luck.
“We have a meeting with Spartan at his office. We’ll meet up with you as soon as you’re finished with your meeting. The Station okay at five?” Tat asked.
“Yes, fine, that should be plenty of time.”
They each kissed her. “Text us when you get there and then call when you finish, okay?” Spadaro said to her and stroked her cheek. He looked he rover.
“You look edible,” he said, and she chuckled.
“See?” Basile and Vacarro said at the same time, and they all laughed.
She got into her car, and then they watched her go, and she saw them get into their trucks and leave.
As she drove to Ausberry, she thought about her life in Repose, about how much she loved living here, and she felt blessed with her friends, and of course having her men to love. She thought about Frankie and how he asked her a few questions about Avana, and she couldn’t help but feel giddy inside. Wouldn’t that be awesome if they were attracted to one another? Then if her brother, Cole, Woodrow, Bronco, and Spade could move here to Repose, too, they could fall in love and live here. She could have her brother here with her, and that would be a dream come true. She smiled wide and said a little prayer. Her brother meant the world to her, and without his sacrifices and the risks he took saving her and then protecting her, she probably wouldn’t even be alive right now.
Chapter Nine
Nathan spotted the car sitting down the road from the gas station. Any other day, under normal circumstances, he never would have noticed the black sedan, but he did. His instincts kicked in as walked inside to give the cashier cash for the gas he wanted. As he walked outside to his car, his eyes on the vehicle, he started to pump his gas, and the car began to move. It happened so quickly. The squealing of tires, the sound of gunshots hitting the metal of the overhang above the pumps and then the car. He yanked open the door, ducked, and as the men got out shooting, he fired back. He felt the shot to his shoulder, another whiz by his head, and he didn’t know how he wasn’t hit.
He kept firing, and the men went down, and their car continued to roll forward. He hurried around the side, and more shots were coming at him, his car turning into Swiss cheese. He dived to the ground, army crawled across the concrete, and then turned to see two more men near the pumps, guns pointed, and he shot at the pump. The explosion was so loud and so massive he felt the heat burn his skin right through his clothing as he flew backward from the power of it and slammed his head and body against something solid and thick.
He blinked his eyes, his vision blurred. “Talia.”
* * * *
Sierran got the call. A simultaneous hit on the men would send everyone off his trail and in a completely different direction. Nathan was dead, blown up at the gas station, and Flame and his men were about to get ambushed in their home. What he hadn’t expected was to find Talia. Holy shit did she look incredible. He thought about not informing Barishna and taking Talia for his own pleasure, but his need for revenge against the men that killed Portros was greater than a piece of ass. He glanced at his watch. How much longer was she going to be in that meeting?
Then he spotted her. Sexy and sophisticated, and she walked down the sidewalk, phone to her ear, and then she stopped short. He saw her expression change to shock, and then tears flowed. She found out about her brother. He smirked and made his move. He got to her without her even knowing. He slid his arm around her waist and gripped her tight. The gun pressed into her side, and he whispered to her.
“Your master awaits, sweet Natalia,” he said to her.
* * * *
Talia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A simultaneous hit on Nathan and Flame and his men. Vacarro and Basile were on their way to meet her. They just left Repose, and as she turned to head to her car, the strong arm came around her waist and a gun pressed to her back. Sierran’s voice whispered into her ear, and she put down the phone, kept it on talk.
“Sierran? Oh my God, what are you doing here? Please don’t shoot me. Please,” she said, hoping that Basile heard her.
“Oh, I’m not going to shoot you. Barishna wants you alive and well. You have some punishments coming your way, and I’m to get you ready for him.”
“He’s here? In Texas?”
“He’s closer than you can imagine. Now move it,” he said and started to pull her along with him.
She wondered if she should fight him or not and tried to think of what she could do. If she kept the phone active and then placed it into the car with him, then her men could find her and help her. She struggled slightly, not wanting to give away her plan. She was pretending to shake with fear. Sierran was a killer, and he was gripping her so tight, pressing the gun hard to her spine while inhaling against her neck and hair. They got to the dark-colored car with black tinted windows.
“Why are you doing this? It’s been years. I don’t belong to him anymore. It’s over. Everything has changed.”
“Nothing has changed. You’ll always be his woman, his possession. He searched far and wide for you, Natalia, and his ownership of you is for life. Now don’t give me a hard time. He doesn’t care how I get you to him. Just as long as I get you there alive,” he said to her.
“I see your choice in Mercedes hasn’t changed over the years. Still like the classic 2010s, huh?” she said, trying to give a description of the car without him knowing. His eyes widened, and he shoved her into the car, pulled her purse from her hands, and emptied out the contents. He gripped the phone and placed it to his ear.
“You’ll never see her again. She belongs to Barishna, and Barishna forever.” He dropped the phone, stomped on it, and then grabbed her hands, and she tried to pull
back and kick him. She got him in the stomach, and it shocked him. She had learned a few things, but he learned more.
He struck her against her throat, causing her to gag and gasp for breath. As she did, he attached the handcuffs and then reached over into his seat, grabbed the syringe, and stuck her in the neck. Her eyes widened as her arms fell to her sides, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Sweet dreams, angel. When you awake, you’ll be in your master’s bed, and all the men who stole you from him the first time will die knowing that Barishna has you once again.”
* * * *
“NO! No, no, no. Fuck,” Basile roared and slammed his hand down on the dashboard.
“He fucking has her, Tat. She was on the phone with us and kept it on the call, was trying to give us information to find her,” Vacarro yelled into the phone.
“A make of the car. A Mercedes, 2010. Yes,” Vacarro said, and Basile was breathing through his nostrils.
“We never should have let her go there.”
“Tat said that Cesar is in contact with the sheriff in Ausberry and can get the make of the car and license plate off of the surveillance cameras,” Vacarro told him.
“Hurry up, or we won’t find her in time,” he said, and Basile felt sick. Absolutely sick. Her brother was lying in a hospital bed in Florid and they didn’t know if he would make it. Flame and his team were ambushed in their home, a ranch, where men stormed the house, but he and his team killed them all. They were men on a terrorist watch list.
“Interrogate all those fucking men who lived. It could be the only way to find out where Sierran took her,” Vacarro said into the phone, and they sped down the highway, trying to get to Ausberry and then track down that black Mercedes with tinted windows.
* * * *
“Fourteen hours. Fourteen fucking hours. When are they going to call?” Spadaro asked and slammed his hand down on the table.
“Any minute. At least we know he didn’t take her out of the country,” Spartan said to them.
They were all gathered at headquarters. Cesar, Spartan, Tat and the team, and Flame and his team, who hauled in only two men still breathing but barely as they interrogated the shit out of them. Cole, Woodrow, Bronco, and Spade were with Nathan at the hospital. It was touch and go.
The phone rang. Spartan picked it up, and Hans and John stood in the doorway. There were men, soldiers on standby to assist.
“Where?” Spartan asked and then covered the mouthpiece.
“Laredo, Texas. Jed said that Barishna has a boat chartered to leave in a few hours into the Gulf and toward the Bahamas. They’re getting the location where it’s docked,” he said and then uncovered the mouthpiece.
“Okay, we can get airlifted and be there in two hours. You keep us abreast of further confirmations. I want a team of SEALs, ready to assist and on boats in the Gulf. We can stop them before they disappear out there,” he said and then ended the call.
“Put in a call to Cole, Woodrow, Bronco, and Spade. They can get there just as quickly to assist,” Spartan said.
“We’re ready to go if this becomes a water mission considering we’re SEALs,” Flame said to them.
“We appreciate the help. Now what about Sierran? Where is he, now that his attempts at killing everyone failed?” Basile said.
“Jed is trying to confirm information, but the Mercedes was found in Laredo thirty minutes ago,” Spartan said to them.
“Let’s move before we miss our opportunity to save Natalia. He’s had her in his possession for at least thirty minutes. That’s more than enough time for him to hurt her badly,” Vacarro said, and they agreed and made their plans to head out and get to Laredo as quickly as possible.
* * * *
Talia heard the strange sounds, like a light humming. The smell of clean sheets, a gentle breeze, and low voices brought her back from a deep sleep. She blinked her eyes open, but they were so heavy. Then she felt the cool air against her skin, instantly realizing she was undressed but not naked. She blinked again and again, and felt her arms ache. Her entire body throbbed with pain. White. White walls, cherry wood trim, and a white comforter on a bed she lay upon. Where was she, she wondered, and as she moved, she moaned. “Finally.” She looked to the right and saw him standing there smirking. Barishna? No, no, it couldn’t be. This was a nightmare, and any moment she would wake up. She would see Basile, Vacarro, Spadaro, and Tat.
“I’ve missed you, Natalia. I see you’re in even greater shape than when you were taken from me.” He stepped closer, pressed a knee onto the bed, and then reached out and stroked her belly over the sheer white material.
What was she wearing? Lingerie? A white teddy and thong panties, a bra that barely covered her breasts. Oh God, had he touched her? Had he raped her? She went to move, but it was like her body couldn’t do what her mind wanted it to. His palm pressed firmly to her belly and pushed aside the material.
“It’s okay. The drugs will wear off soon enough. It will give us time to reacquaint, for me to really get a good look at my woman.” He shook his head. “Three long years searching for you. You’re even more beautiful, more sophisticated and womanly. And this, this tattoo along my marking, shows me you have a wild side. We’re going to explore that wild side. I’ve learned a lot of new ways to punish you for leaving me,” he said and trailed his fingers down over her panties.
“Don’t touch me,” she said and got the strength to push his hands away, but then she felt instantly weak. He smirked as he gripped her wrists and pressed them down against the comforter.
“Oh, I’m going to be doing a lot more than just touching you. I own you, Natalia—don’t you remember that?”
“You don’t own me. No one owns me. I won’t submit to you ever. Not ever,” She yelled at him, and he struck her across the mouth. She rammed her hand upward, hitting him in the chin, and then roared as she rolled to the right and then fell off the bed onto the floor. She was too damn weak. Helpless, and unable to defend herself. She trained for this moment, for the fear that one day he would be back in her life attempting to rape her again, to abuse her again and force her to be his slave, his possession. No.
“You stupid bitch.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her up, he shoved her down over the bed and clasped her hands above her head, her face smushed against the comforter, and she could hardly breathe. Was he going to rape her right now? Oh God please.
“Please don’t. Don’t,” she cried out.
He pressed over her and licked her ear and her neck as he rocked his hips against her ass.
“As much as I would love to fuck you into submission, you need to be punished for leaving me. For staying away so long that I thought I lost you forever.” He suckled against her neck, then nipped her skin hard, breaking the skin there, and she cried out.
She tried calming her breathing, tried building up the strength to fight him, to kill him and end this. She didn’t know what was beyond that door, when she heard the horn, like that a large ship would blow indicating they were setting sail or docking.
“Where are we? What is this?” she asked.
He slid his palm along her hip and thigh and then underneath her to her belly. He kept her restrained as he kissed her neck and spoke to her.
“We’re going on a nice long cruise through the Caribbean. It’s just you and me, baby. No more problems, no more Nathan interfering in our relationship.”
“Nathan?” she said and remembered that he had been hurt, that Basile said he was in a hospital.
“He’s dead now. So no more interference from anyone.”
“No. No.”
“Yes. Those men. All of them have been killed by Sierran. Even those men who wanted to make you their woman, when you belong to me,” he said and pressed fingers to her panties.
She got so angry, so mad with rage, she took a deep breath, leaned into the comforter, and then shot her head back so hard, so fast, she heard his nose break and then his roar of pain. Using what strength she had, s
he climbed over the bed. He reached out and yanked her by her ankle backward. She felt it twist the wrong way and felt the pain in her ankle as her body slammed onto the bed.
He scratched at her back, her thighs, the lingerie ripping from her body, and she knew it was do or die. She shoved her good foot back hard and slammed him in the throat with her heel as he straddled her back. The shock made him ease up, and she scrambled free again, rolled forward, hitting her cheekbone hard against the floor and then her legs against the closed solid door of the cabin.
“Enough, Talia. There is no escaping. You belong to me and that’s final,” he said, coming around the bed.
The door burst open.
“We have company, and they’re closing in fast,” the guy said.
She saw the gun on his waist. He looked down at her, the ripped top, the thong panties, and bruised body, and she jumped up, pulled the gun from his waist, and tumbled out the door. She landed on her back, cutting her shoulder on something sharp, and fired the weapon.
The guy fell forward, and then Barishna came at her, roaring like a madman. “You won’t kill me. You don’t have the guts to—”
She pulled the trigger, once, twice, three times as he fell to the floor, a bullet to his head and two to the chest.
She fell back in exhaustion, but then the sound of sirens blaring in the distance, a helicopter above, and guns firing made her move her ass. She crawled toward the stairs, catching her breath as adrenaline was in full force, and she ran with the gun in hand and up the stairs. She didn’t know where to go or what to do, as she turned too late and took the shot to her head from Sierran’s forearm. She fell forward, smacked her mouth and forehead to the metal steps, and lost her grip on the gun.
He grabbed her and hauled her up the stairs the rest of the way, an arm around her waist she was losing strength and her head was throbbing. Dizziness began to overtake her, and it was evening, darkness out on the water in between bright lights and demands by law enforcement and military over loudspeakers.
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