The Marinos. It had to be.
They were a crime family in New York, after all. If anyone had the power to orchestrate a break and enter in one of the most sophisticated buildings in the city, it was them. This particular crime syndicate boasted a heritage that spanned decades. During those decades they had amassed a huge amount of power in the criminal underworld and all but ran the city – illegally.
"Sarah!" he called again as he rushed into the hall. About to run outside and expand his search, Lance felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn't even need to look to see who was calling.
"Carmine?" he answered as he put the phone to his ear. "Where is she?"
"You've outdone yourself on this one," Carmine spoke on the other end of the line. He spoke slowly, like a man who wasn't used to be interrupted. "I can't remember the last time I had a piece as sweet as this. But the night is still young --"
"If you do anything --"
"Shut up and listen. My nephew, the prick that he is, will take another breath because of the family you protect and the idiots you work for. Did you really think I was going to let that slide? Did you really think --"
"Your nephew was an idiot for thinking that --"
"I said shut the fuck up!" Carmine snapped. He wasn't used to having people speak over him. "You know where I am. You know how to get here. And you have one hour to do it. The trade is simple, you for the busty blonde. I tell you now. You won't be alive to see the sunrise. But if you behave yourself, she will be." And the phone hung up.
Lance stared down at the phone in his hand for some time. He didn’t have time to wait for reinforcements. It wasn't even his own life that he was worried about, but that of Sarah's. If he turned himself in, there was every chance that Carmine would kill them both. In fact, that was most likely what Carmine intended.
Sarah was his and he had to protect her. Every instinct in him roared at him to take Carmine out. Kill him. Take Sarah back.
So he made his way to his car, determined that tonight wouldn't be the end. Instead he chose to see it as the beginning, because if the two of them came out of this alive, that was surely what it would be.
CHAPTER TEN
Lance made sure to drive his car very slowly and very carefully as he approached the docks. A single bump or sharp turn could see his entire plan go up in smoke.
The shipping docks were where the Marino family conducted the majority of their operations. Everyone knew this, even the cops. But the cops were so deep in the Marino family's pockets that they simply let it slide. As such, Lance was certain that there would be no surprises tonight. Well, none that Carmine saw coming anyway.
As Lance approached the docks, he aimed the car for the massive fishing trawler at the end of Pier 11. To simply call it a fishing trawler, would be to underplay both its size and lavishness. Once, many years ago, it may have been used as the name suggested. But now it had been converted to a kind of club house of sorts. It sat at over four hundred feet in length, and was three stories high. The entire hull had been renovated and built onto, so that the trawler was all but attached to the pier – encircled by the dock with warehouses built up and onto the side of the hull.
At the side of the trawler, was a large ramp for trucks to come and go as they pleased. These trucks carried precious, often illegal, cargo that needed to be stored inside the hull.
Lance drove the car up the pier, making sure to keep it nice and steady. Every time the car hit a loose plank of wood or knocked over a wooden crate that sat on the pier, he grimaced, sure that this would be it. But eventually he made it to the end, pulling the car up in front of the large shipping vessel.
There were five men standing by the ramp, all heavily armed and all clearly expecting him. "Where do you want me?" Lance called out as he wound the window down.
"Right where you are," the closest henchman said back. He had his gun up and pointed.
"Here? Out in the open?" Lance asked. "Ah you sure about that?"
"Ah..."
"Here, I'll pull up the ramp and park in the hull. Don't worry, I'm unarmed."
The henchman looked to the others for confirmation. When he didn't get it, he turned back to Lance and nodded. They all stepped to the side and allowed for Lance to pull the car up the ramp and park it directly in the belly of the large ship.
Inside the hull were a dozen more armed guards and they surrounded the car as Lance slowly pulled in. Their fingers were resting on the triggers, the barrels were pointed. One wrong move would see Lance filled with hot metal. As Lance climbed from the front seat, he heard the distinct sound of guns cocking. He held his arms up in surrender. As he did, he checked his watch. Right on time.
--
The bridge of the ship had been converted in what was now Carmine's office. Located the top deck of the ship, it was built on a perch, designed to look over the entire deck of the ship – from bow to stern. For this purpose, it was built with glass for windows, giving it a 360 degree view of its surroundings.
As Lance approached, he could clearly see inside. Where there would have once been a dashboard for navigational purposes, there was now an expensive leather living room set. It had a couch, a coffee table, a larger table and chairs, a bar and plush carpeting.
Lance saw Sarah the moment he stepped into the room. She was untied, and seated on the lounge at the back of the room. To his relief she looked unharmed. The only cause for concern was the bathrobe she wore, which Lance was certain covered nothing but bare skin.
Seated at the table were four men, all with automatic machine guns, and Carmine. Carmine was a force unto himself and dominated the room, despite being unarmed. He was a big man, over six feet tall. And although he was overweight, he wouldn't be described as fat. He was more like a bull, with broad shoulders, strong limbs and a head that looked like it could smash through concrete walls.
"There he is," Carmine cooed as Lance was led inside. To Lance's relief, the men hadn't even bothered tying his hands. They had patted him down to ensure that he was unarmed and thus deemed him to not be a threat. "We wondered if you would show."
"You honestly thought I wouldn't?" Lance asked. He didn't look at Carmine as he spoke, but at Sarah. She looked terrified as she watched from the couch. To her it would have seemed like Lance had lost and this was all but over.
Carmine, seeing Lance's eyes, looked back at Sarah and smiled. "Ah yes. There isn't much a man won't do for a beautiful woman." Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet. It was an effort and he let off a grunt as he did. "And she is beautiful. We considered seeing what was under that robe of hers, but thought it best to wait for you."
He strolled casually toward Lance. When he reached him, Carmine lifted his hand and placed it on the back on Lance's neck. Lance knew what was coming and braced himself as Carmine drove a fist into his stomach. The force was terrific, dropping Lance to his knees.
"You arrogant fuck," Carmine said. "Did you really think you could get away with what you did?" He booted Lance in the ribs, sending him onto his back.
"Vincent went after Spence, Carmine. You should have taught him to be smarter," Lance gritted out while gripping his ribs.
Carmine chuckled. "My only regret is he won't be here to see you die. But I'll just have to make my peace with that."
"And Sarah?" Lance asked as he pushed himself to his knees, spitting out more blood. "You're going to let her go?"
"Of course not," Carmine said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What I am going to do though, is make you watch. First, I'm going to fuck her. Then Tony will. Then Chris. Then Paulie. And then probably me again. Then you'll get a bullet in the head. And then I'll fuck her again. And then she can have a bullet too." He drove his knee into Lance's face, sending him onto his back again. "Basically, we have a very big night ahead of us."
On the ground now, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, Lance began to laugh. It was a maniacal laugh, one that suggested the early onset of insanity. He laughed and laughed an
d laughed, rolling on the ground as he did. He laughed so hard that soon the other men in the room were joining in. Even Carmine chuckled a little as he looked from the bloody body of Lance to the shaking one of Sarah.
Finally, and with no effort at all, Lance stopped laughing. He pushed himself to his knees again and looked Carmine directly in the eyes. He didn't blink, not once. "Do you have the time?"
"What?" Carmine asked, confused by the situation and question in general.
"Never mind," Lance smirked. Time to end this. "I know exactly what time it is."
As he spoke, the floor beneath him began to rumble.
"What the fu --"
An explosion suddenly erupted from beneath the office. It was so strong that the floor shook. This was followed by another and another. With each explosion, a seismic shake followed. First it was just the floor, vibrating. Then it was the walls. Soon the entire ship seemed to rock back and forth.
Carmine stumbled backwards from the force, trying but failing to balance himself. The henchmen too. Standing behind Lance, they lost their footing as easily as their boss did. And then Lance acted.
He pushed himself to his feet, throwing his entire body into that of Carmine's. As he did, the ship lurched forward, throwing the two men across the room. Lance rolled on top of Carmine and elbowed him in the face. Another explosion from beneath them and Lance was thrown from Carmine and into the couch.
He shot his foot out, taking Carmine in the face. Carmine grunted and rolled over as Lance climbed to his feet.
The glass from the windows cracked and shattered as Lance ran to Sarah. "Come on!" he yelled.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across the office. The door was blocked by the henchman, so Lance led her to one of the full length broken windows. Without turning back, he picked her up and leapt from the office and onto the deck.
Bullets began to rain down around him. But the now shaking and swaying ship made the shots random at best. Every second a new explosion seemed to erupt from somewhere within the hull and with every explosion the ship became more and more unstable.
Lance ignored the bullets. He ignored the way the ship tilted and lurched. He ignored the pandemonium around him. I have to get Sarah to safety, he thought as he carried her toward the side rails of the ship.
"What's going on!" Sarah yelled.
"That would be the C4!" he yelled back. Lance had armed several small and medium sized bombs in and under his car before arriving at the docks. He had armed them, set them to a timer and hoped that he would still be alive when they went off in a succession of blasts designed to create pandemonium and hopefully sink the ship without immediately blowing everyone to the ends of the earth.
At the railings, Lance wasted little time in holding Sarah around the waist, lifting her up and throwing her overboard. He was less than a second behind her, his body falling through the air and crashing into the icy cold waters below.
All the while, the giant three-storey trawler was collapsing behind them. As Lance's head breached the surface, he watched as explosion after explosion rocked the great ship. The men onboard ran back and forth, unaware of what to do. The chaos was their downfall, as no one knew how to take control without Carmine yelling orders at them. And every second that passed, the trawler sank further and further into the water.
Sarah was treading water beside Lance now, still stunned and confused. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the carnage. Together, the two swam down under the docks and to a neighboring pier. They made their way to a small vessel that Lance could climb onto. He then reached down and pulled Sarah out of the water and they made their way onto the dock and to safety. Everyone that had been on the boat was almost surely dead, and if they had escaped into the water like Lance and Sarah, the last thing on their minds would be to come after the escapees.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"And you have to promise that the moment we call, you’ll answer your phone," her father said. "The very moment!"
"I will do my damned best, Daddy." Sarah assured him. As she did, she tried very gently to urge him from her apartment, without wanting to seem too forceful. Her parents had been frantic since receiving the call from the other members of Lance’s security team that Sarah had been taken.
Lance hadn’t waited for them, but he sure as hell had called them in. He wasn’t completely sure until they had climbed out of the water whether or not he would make it off that boat alive. He couldn’t leave Sarah without someone coming to her rescue if he perished.
"It's just that... we’ve never been so scared, honey. And we thought that….maybe you should move back home. Your mother doesn’t want you staying here by yourself..."
"Daddy! I’ll be fine. I promise. And I’m sure that when you explained to Mom that I’m twenty-five AND I have Lance to keep me safe…..?" Sarah prompted.
"Well, I guess. He did keep you safe after--"
"Thanks, Daddy! Seriously. But I'm tired and think it's time I, you know, go to bed?" She tilted her head toward the interior of her apartment.
"Oh, yes. Yes. Good night dear." Her father kissed her on the cheek and stepped from her apartment, walking towards the elevator bank. The moment he was gone, Sarah closed the door and locked it, a secret smile on her face.
Then she went in search of the one person who could truly make her feel safe.
"Is your father gone?" the male voice called out from the other side of the patio door where Sarah knew he was waiting, trying to give her and her father some privacy.
"Yes."
“And do you really want to sleep?” he asked.
Sarah should have known that he would be able to hear every word she had said.
“Not really.” Sarah said, suddenly shy.
“Good,” he lightly gripped her arm and led her toward her bedroom, “I have something for you.”
“What is it?” Sarah asked, inexplicably nervous. What was wrong with her? It’s not like she had never done this before, she thought.
“Well, you wanted to know, right? About the lifestyle….about being a submissive,” he whispered close to her ear. “I’m going to teach you, Sarah, train you. You’re going to learn how to take my cock deep into your throat, how to suck me until I can’t stand the heat anymore. I’m going to show you how good it can be when I’ve got you tied to my bed, or bent over the couch, showing me your pretty ass. And I’m going to turn that ass red, Sarah, with my hand, with a whip, and then I’m going to make it burn so good. And I’m going to make you beg me, Sarah. Beg me to fuck you, beg me to take you higher and higher, until you don’t know what part of you is you, and what part is me. ” He ran his hands slowly up her sides as he told her this and grasped her breasts, giving her nipples a firm sharp squeeze.
Lust slammed into Sarah. All consuming, firing her blood, creating a storm of sensations. She whimpered, already feeling the liquid heat dripping from her pussy.
Lance led her into her bedroom, where she saw that he had already set up some things….some of them were things that Sarah had seen when she was watching that illicit site that Vikki had shown her. Some of the things……she didn’t even know what they were. She recognized the soft supple whip, the cuffs, and holy hell - a vibrator. But, oh God, was that a butt plug?? Her pussy clenched hard, creaming even more. Somehow, all of them turned her on even more. She was in a haze, reaching a pinnacle of sensation that she had never experienced before – and Lance had barely even touched her yet.
As Lance advanced on her, she felt her breasts swell in anticipation, and her breathing became short.
“Strip.” He ordered.
His commanding voice was like a lash, and she jumped to obey him. When she stood before him naked, he led her over to the foot of her bed.
“Bend over. Elbows on the bed. Back arched,” he bit out.
When she was in position, nerves started to overcome her again. And embarrassment! He could see her. See all of her! What if her he could tell how turned on sh
e was!
“Beautiful,” she heard him whisper, “Absolutely stunning. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Sarah.”
Then she felt him behind her, on the floor, pulling her legs apart. He attached something to her ankles that kept her feet spread. Oh God, now she was dripping for sure!
She felt his breath on the back of her thighs, and whimpered into the bed covers. She needed him to touch her! She squirmed her backside around a bit, trying to get some friction where she needed it most.
A hard smack came down on her exposed bottom.
“Stay still,” Lance growled. “I’m having a hard enough time keeping control as it is.” She heard him mutter.
“God, Lance, please….” She wailed.
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