Xavier: (Indestructible)

by Mortier, D. M.

  XAVIER

  (Indestructible)

  By

  D.M. Mortier

  Description

  Xavier…

  Some things in nature are impossible to explain. I have lived my entire life hiding what I am, watching my family and friends being fatally wounded while I escape with sometimes a scar to mark the tragedy. I know of only one other man like me. We both use what we are to serve and protect. I have no need now to come out of the shadows, except for the firebrand Cassandra Kelly. She is more than a man like me deserves: beautiful, intelligent, and funny as hell. Despite knowing that she is far out of my league, I can’t help wanting the bliss her sweetness promises. I have to ask myself whether she will survive when others close to me haven’t.

  I’m not in her country in a professional capacity, but I have to rely on all of my resources to keep her safe from a determined stalker. Now that he knows that I am a part of her life he will stop at nothing to eradicate me from the picture. Many have tried to kill me, but I appear to be indestructible. We are under constant threat, and it will be impossible for Cassandra to ignore what a freak of nature I am.

  Cassandra…

  I don’t need or want a man in my life. I’ve got too many things left to do, not the least of which are getting myself drafted into the WNBA and making sure my youngest brother gets into college. No one warned me about men like Xavier Bautista. He is the most beautiful soul I have ever encountered. He is gentle and protective, making me feel like the most cherished woman on the planet. Against what is best for my future, I want him, despite the scars and despite what he considers freakish.

  Now I find that I have a sadist stalking me. Why me, why now? Xavier hasn’t admitted who he is, but one has only to look at him to know that he’s a defender. I should be worried about the man following my every move, but Xavier proves time and again he can be relied upon to shield me.

  XAVIER

  Xavier

  Copyright © 2016 by DMMortier.

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. The illegal distribution of this book by any entity (individual or corporation) will be deemed fraudulent.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, actual events and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-0-9908588-7-4

  Cover Design by Damonza at www.damonza.com

  Edited by Devin Govaere

  Interior Book Design by Bob Houston eBook Formatting

  Table of Contents

  Description

  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

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgement

  About the Author

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  Prologue

  (Nassau, Bahamas)

  The two Chinese men walked into the room with their captive wrapped securely in a thick blanket. It might be ninety-five degrees outside, but their prey was feeling none of the discomfort this mode of transport should have garnered. She had been adequately drugged to not wake for at least another half-hour. Once their boss had decided on his next bed partner, it was up to them to deliver her to his bed. Today, they had been lucky. This one had fallen into their laps; they had taken her from right outside her house and had encountered no opposition.

  Their boss liked the dark-skinned native women in this territory they had only recently migrated to. The island of Nassau, Bahamas was proving fruitful for his new passion for black beauties. The women had to be in their teens or early twenties and were often selected from the local high school or college campuses. With great satisfaction, the men deposited the young college student in the bathing room where four Chinese women waited to thoroughly wash, shave, oil, and basically prepare their boss’ bed partner for the night.

  Once the girl was dressed in a sheer nightgown, the two men were summoned back. While they were carrying her to the master bedroom, she opened her eyes and stared at the men in confusion. They were not worried about her trying to get away from them. The girl would be feeling too groggy, weak, and disoriented to offer any resistance. The drug they had used to render her unconscious would have dried her mouth and her throat, also making her parched.

  “Help me,” the girl whispered.

  The men ignored her and deposited her on the oversized king bed. As they turned to leave, another Chinese woman came forward with a drink for their captive.

  The girl eagerly accepted the refreshment and unsuspectingly drank the drug-infused liquid.

  The Chinese woman and men left the room.

  The girl looked around anxiously. She was still too weak to lift herself from the bed. Despite the air conditioning in the room, the girl’s dark skin was soon coated with a light sheen of sweat. In an effort to gain relief for the heat invading her body, the girl pulled at the sheer nightgown and fanned herself. She whimpered helplessly. Nothing made her feel better.

  A tall Chinese man walked into the room a few minutes later. The girl was mesmerized by his beauty. His raven hair flowed over his shoulder and fell in a silky curtain to the middle of his back. Long lashes, the likes of which most women would have been envious, framed the narrow slits of his eyes. He wore a silk robe tied loosely at the waist.

  The girl licked her dry lips in distress, realizing she was steadily getting aroused. “Where am I?” she whispered, her voice sounding husky and sexy, foreign even to her ears.

  “You are being honored tonight,” the Chinese man told her. His accent was thick, and she could barely understand his English.

  “What? Why am I here? Who are you?” the girl demanded.

  The man untied the belt of his robe with one finger and let the robe slither down his body to the floor. His body resembled a powerful panther: lean muscles, sleek, and graceful. A vivid black and red Chinese dragon covered the left side of his chest and shoulder. He palmed his erect cock and slowly slid his closed fist up and down the hard length.

  The girl was shocked at the burst of juices that flooded her pussy. Suddenly she was filled with such lust she ached for this man. At twenty-one years old, she was no virgin and had had numerous boyfriends. However, she was very discriminating in whom she slept with, and she would have never chosen to sleep with this man, no matter how beautiful he was. Now, here she was writhing on this strange man’s bed, rubbing her legs together in a useless attempt to assuage the sexual ache that was like a fever in her veins. She ran her palm over her breast and almost jumped off the bed in shock as she started climaxing from that simple touch.

  “I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” she cried out. “Please help me.”

  “Oh I will help you, all right.” The Chinese man laughed, his attitude cold and unyielding. “First, you have to suck my meat.” He continued slowly toward her, holding his cock in his palm.

  Now the girl had a clear glimpse of the evil in him. His beautiful mask had slipped, and the monster beneath revealed himself.

  “No, ple
ase take me home,” the girl sobbed.

  “You were given a very potent Chinese aphrodisiac.” The man never stopped stroking his cock and his deliberate strides as he approached the bed. He grinned at her, unfazed by her distress. “It’s impossible to resist the demands of your body.”

  “Oh my God! No, please,” the girl pleaded, but her body was screaming, “yes please.”

  The man laughed, clearly seeing through her denial. He pulled the foreskin of his penis back and forth.

  Oh my God, he’s uncircumcised! “I have a boyfriend,” she whimpered, desperation descending upon her as he drew closer and her body became more and more aroused by him. Her nipples tightened to hard peaks, and desire coiled low in her pelvis. She slid her fingers in her heat, but one touch on her clit sent her off like a rocket. She climaxed hard, screaming her release.

  A few moments later, when she had come down from the blistering orgasm, he stood inches from her face. He had climbed on the bed and had placed a knee on either side of her head, his hips aligned to her face. His male scent filled her nostrils, and the fevered need consumed her again. She opened her mouth to plead with him, but he stuffed his cock into her mouth, stopping the sound. At first she started choking, but he slapped her on her hip.

  “Aw,” she hissed. The spank had not repulsed her; it had made her pussy gush with juices.

  He gripped her thick hair and thrust himself into her mouth repeatedly, making her take his entire length into her throat. He growled in satisfaction as she eagerly sucked and swallowed his hard length. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff phallus and licked and sucked him as if she was enjoying sweet candy.

  Before he could climax, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood from the bed.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  He opened a side table drawer, pulled out a condom pack, and, after opening it, slid one on. He stared down at her and grinned triumphantly.

  She stilled her fingers, only just realizing that she had widened her legs and had been rubbing her clit frantically. She sobbed, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks.

  “I’m now going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he promised.

  Her body spasmed in anticipation. The girl was no longer surprised at her body’s eager reaction to his words.

  When he finally rammed his cock into her wet pussy, she cried out in relief. She soon found out after multiple orgasms that nothing appeased that need in her pelvis. The girl screamed and cried out to no avail. Throughout the night the Chinese man raped her vaginally, and then when he got bored, he flipped her over on her stomach and raped her anally. Despite the pain and abuse, she climaxed each time, her body betraying her in the worst way.

  He laughed mockingly when he made her explode in release, again and again.

  To her dismay, no matter how many times she climaxed, the unbearable need persisted.

  In the early hours of the morning, she saw the two men who had abducted her enter the bedroom. Her rapist now stood to the foot of the bed, already dressed in his robe and looked down at her in satisfaction.

  The Chinese rapist was indeed pleased. These islands had been good for hunting; they were a treasure trove of beautiful dark-skinned women. He had been able to acquire women of cultural mixes that he had never encountered before. They were of African, Hispanic, Asian, and European diversity.

  “Take her along to the others,” he told his men coldly. “Now we need just one more jewel to complete my collection for the shipment to the Middle East. She will provide an exotic change from the usual fare.”

  Chapter One

  “Where is Cameron?” Cassandra Kelly asked Duane, her oldest brother. She had just finished her shower after returning from basketball practice. At eight o’clock in the evening, she’d expected Cameron, her eighteen-year-old brother in his last year of high school, would still be in his room studying for the national high school final exams.

  “Cameron doesn’t need a damn babysitter,” Duane snarled. “You ain’t here most of the time anyway. Why you trippin’?” He stared at her with a piercing brown gaze. The vicious knife scar above his right eye was the only mark on his toffee-colored face. All of them had that smooth toffee complexion, light brown eyes, and curly raven hair. Cassandra often thought that they got away with half the shit they did because no one expected such beautiful people to be so evil. Sons of Lucifer, she often called them.

  There were five boys and three girls among them. At twenty-one, Cassandra was the second youngest of the eight children, and her brother Cameron was the youngest at eighteen. The other siblings—Duane, Tyrone, Anton, Dylan, Keisha, and Monique—were all older and took part in varying degrees of criminal endeavors. Keisha and Monique, at twenty-nine and twenty-eight respectively, already had four children each with eight different men. Duane and the other brothers, all one year apart from thirty-five to thirty-two, ran a lucrative business dealing drugs and guns. Keisha and Monique had no problem being drug mules whenever they supplied cocaine to their customers in North or South America.

  They lived in a massive twelve-bedroom house with almost an acre of land for the backyard. On such a small island, this was generous, expensive real estate. Life should be good, right? For Cassandra, the answer was no. She had been fighting her entire life to get out from under the specter of her family’s criminal lifestyle. She wanted to make it without aid from her brothers or sisters. Now Cameron was being groomed to enter the family business.

  “It was just a question, Duane. And I would have expected him to be studying. He has biology and math tests tomorrow.”

  Duane laughed. “What dat boy need with biology and math? We are millionaires without even finishing high school. Ain’t all of us want to be like you, you lil’ shit. What? You think because you gat a college degree you better than us?”

  Cassandra knew there was no point in arguing with her brother. He hated everything she stood for and often tried to stop her from training. She had long gotten used to her siblings’ taunting and discouraging attitude to her wanting a college degree and playing basketball.

  Cassandra was incredibly tired. In the three weeks she had been home from college, she had maintained a grueling schedule. Now in her senior year, with a major in sports broadcasting and having a full athletic scholarship at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (UNC), Cassandra knew she had to keep her shit together. With seven unsupportive siblings and a mother who had overdosed on cocaine, this was proving to be a difficult and lonely task.

  “Cameron has a chance to get a scholarship and get into college. He’s a phenomenal basketball player. Why can’t you see that?”

  “He is needed here. The more of us in the business, the less we have to depend on outside help. Do you think it’s an accident no police has taken us down yet? We don’t trust anyone but each other, not even our lazy-ass cousins. Everyone want some of this, but mudderfuckers can’t mess with us because our loyalty to each other is tight. The business is growing, and we need all hands in. You could be useful too. Just take some of the merchandise with you when you go to school. You think those fancy students in North Carolina ain’t using drugs?”

  “I’m not wasting my breath telling you the same thing I’ve been saying for the past three years,” Cassandra muttered. There was no way she was going to help them by selling drugs at school. “Where is Cameron? What have you guys done?”

  Duane laughed. “Go to bed, little girl. You ain’t run shit around here. Stay out of my fuckin’ business, and maybe you’ll remain healthy for your final school year.”

  “I’m not afraid of you, Duane. I just want you to leave Cameron alone. Now, where the hell is he?”

  Duane advanced on her with his gun aimed toward her head. He stopped inches away and glared down at her. “See, you have a fuckin’ hard head. Stay out of our mudderfuckin’ business! Dis the las time I tellin’ you dis shit. Leave Cameron be,” Duane roared.

  Cassandra was so pissed she threw caution
to the wind and closed the distance between them. “No, you’re the hardhead,” she shouted at him, ignoring the lethal weapon pointed at her. “I won’t let you turn Cam into a degenerate like you. You hate who you are and want to drag everyone else down to your level so you can feel better about your fucked-up life. No, Duane. You better shoot me now, asshole, because I’m not letting you do this to Cam.”

  Her family thought that because they lived in one of the largest houses on the Eastern Road of New Providence in the Bahamas, drove fancy cars, and wore designer clothes that they had made it. The material strapping of wealth was their measure of success. Cassandra hated that they had destroyed so many lives in order to achieve even that small measure. They considered her a threat to their lifestyle because she refused to fall in line. She knew that her brothers would have killed her by now to maintain their lifestyle if she didn’t have some leverage over them. Seeing the look in her brother’s eyes now, she knew he suddenly remembered that fact.

  Duane lowered his gun and glared at her. “Get your bougie ass out of my face. Step up to me again and I’ll put a bullet in your ass, sister or not!”

  Cassandra didn’t press her luck. She spun around, ran up the stairs to her bedroom for her pocketbook and keys, headed back down the stairs, and then exited the house.

  When she was home, she always drove her mother’s grey Honda Civic. Her mother, Roberta, had died about two years ago. When she had been alive, she had been so drugged out most of the time that she hadn’t often been lucid enough to drive. The car was relatively a new model because of it.

  Knowing her brothers, she knew they did most of their work on Paradise Island. They had a firm hold on the local market; however, they were now putting more resources in dealing to tourists at the various properties on the private resort island. In their stylish designer clothes, jewelry and shoes, they blended in well with the tourists. Security guards and resort employees were well paid to ensure their unrestricted access to the properties.