Xavier: (Indestructible)

by Mortier, D. M.

  “How did you get here so fast?”

  Sai smiled. “Her brothers are very resourceful. They had a speedboat, not as fast as a plane, but we got here.”

  Xavier braced himself for the hit, knowing that, no matter what, this fucker wasn’t going to be of any further use to Qin. Pissed and wanting to get to Cassandra, Xavier advanced on Sai, pulling the trigger of his gun and putting three consecutive bullets into Sai’s big body. Sai had been able to pull the trigger of his gun only once, hitting Xavier in the chest.

  Sai hit the floor hard.

  Xavier, his blood immediately saturating his shirt, remained standing. He walked toward the other man and looked down at him.

  “Why does your boss want Cass so much?” Xavier asked Sai as he lay in the middle of the floor gasping through the pain.

  Sai smiled and tried to lift his gun again.

  Xavier shot him in the middle of his forehead; the sadistic smile remained frozen on Sai’s face.

  When he turned to leave the room, Raymond and a few local men stood in the doorway with stunned looks on their faces.

  “They tried to kill me,” Xavier said by way of explanation.

  “I called the police when you ran out of the office after the first gunshot. They should be here shortly,” Raymond said, still staring at him in astonishment. “You are bleeding. Were you shot?”

  “It’s nothing. Did you see anyone leave here with Cassandra?” Xavier asked the older man.

  “Yeah, she was a car headed toward Nicholls Town. But she looked like she was sleeping. I thought you were with them until I heard the shooting!”

  “Do you have a car I can borrow?”

  “It won’t do you any good. They have too much of a lead on you. I know that young man who was driving them. I overheard them say that they were heading out in his speedboat. They’d probably get to the boat long before you can catch up with them.”

  Xavier pulled out his phone.

  Neo answered on the first ring.

  Neo: “Hey man, what’s up? The cavalry arrived yet?”

  Xavier: “They got her, man. Qin’s men, they got Cass!”

  Neo: “What the fuck? When?”

  Xavier: “Just now. I need that copter now!”

  Neo: “I’ll get on it. Keep your phone on.”

  Xavier: “Don’t let that bastard touch her!”

  Neo: “We’re heading over to his place now. Get your ass here fast.”

  Even before Xavier disconnected the phone, he heard the helicopter coming in the distance. Fear of what Qin could do to Cassandra clogged his throat. He barely greeted the three Marines when he climbed into the aircraft.

  “Neo said your girl was kidnapped,” one of the Marines shouted to be heard above the noise of the propeller.

  “Yeah, they are travelling on a speedboat out of Nicholls Town. Can we intercept them?” Xavier asked.

  “Hell yeah!” The pilot lifted the aircraft into the air.

  “Let’s just hope they don’t stop on one of those cays between here and Nassau,” another Marine muttered. “With nightfall descending, we may not be able to find them tonight.”

  “That’s not a fucking option!”

  “We’re just telling you to be prepared for the worst,” another Marine piped in.

  “Not a mudderfuckin’ option,” Xavier said through clenched teeth.

  Cassandra slowly became aware of things going on around her. The scent of the fresh salt water and the feel of the cool air on her skin told her immediately that she was near seawater. The hard surface at her back and the rocking motion beneath told her without opening her eyes that she was on a boat.

  She almost panicked when she tried to lift her eyelids without success, and her limbs felt especially heavy and impossible to move. Forcing herself to calm down, she started breathing slowly in and out, pushing the sense of terror back.

  The conversation around her seemed garbled at first as if she were under water, and then the words slowly started making sense to her foggy brain. She immediately stopped trying to open her eyes or move her body.

  “What the fuck did you idiots give her? She should not be out that long.”

  Oh yes, that dumbass, Dylan. He helped those men restrain me in the hotel room.

  “She will be awake soon enough,” a man with a thick Chinese accent told him.

  That must be one of Qin’s men.

  “Why did we stop in Chub Cay anyway? I thought Qin just wanted to get her away from the big American and maybe take her on a date. There’s not a damn thing here on this stupid cay to do or anywhere to go!”

  I’d shake my head right now if I could. Can my brother be any dumber? So dumbass helped kidnap me for a power-hungry ass like Qin and thought Qin only wanted a date? Mom must have dropped him on his head when he was a baby.

  “Master Qin will take the girl, and you can head back to Nassau.”

  “What do you mean take the girl? That woman is my sister, bey!”

  The Chinese didn’t answer.

  Cassandra could only imagine the silent glares going on between the two men, but then she felt a pair of hands lifting her high. It was so unexpected she had no time to brace herself. It was probably fortunate then that she still had no cognitive control of her body. It was as if she was paralyzed and having an out-of-body experience. She was dangerously without purchase for a brief moment before being pulled against a large male body. Oh God, he smells like raw fish and onions! Now she wished she could react or at least move away from the offensive odor. Her stomach recoiled, and bile rose in her mouth, but her body refused to give her the relief of vomiting. From a far distance, she heard the motor of the boat starting again and her brother cursing at being taken back out to sea. The man carried her for at least two minutes, and his hot, rancid breath felt as if it would melt her face. I need to win a Medal of Honor for enduring this torture.

  “Put her in here,” the man with the Chinese accent said.

  Bastard dumped me on another damn hard surface. This time the surface was smooth porcelain against her skin. Feels as though I’m in a bathtub. She almost sighed in relief at the sudden presence of clean air. Thank God! Her smelly carrier had left the room, but the sound of someone breathing in the room alerted her that she wasn’t alone. Cassandra continued pretending to be unconscious, at least not trying to open her eyes. She was pretty sure her limbs were still useless.

  Several voices speaking rapid Mandarin filled the room. From the different tones, she judged that there had to be at least five people in the room, including one male. They seemed to be having an argument, but she couldn’t understand a thing they were saying. The voices just kept getting louder in agitation until the male voice rose with some finality, a door slammed, and then everything went quiet.

  Cassandra was almost afraid to breathe. She waited, trying to hear if there was anyone in the room with her. Suddenly numerous hands descended on her, pulling at her clothes and shoes. It took everything in her to not react, to not panic or fight back. There’s no way I can overpower them anyway. There are too many hands. Female hands though, thank God! I don’t know what I would do if those damn hands were male. Well, I wouldn’t be laying here quiet, that’s for damn sure. Think, Cass, be strong, be brave, and, for God’s sake, be patient. I’m going to play possum with the dedication of a thespian!

  The next hour was the longest hour of her life. The women bathed, waxed, and oiled her body. Her hair was washed and blow-dried. They even gave her a manicure and pedicure. You would think these women are out having Sunday afternoon brunch and not bathing another woman. They’re laughing and talking in Mandarin as though they’re having the time of their lives. I shudder to think what about my body they find most amusing. Bitches are pinching and patting my ass, laughing out loud at some points. What the hell? I want to say to hell with it and smack someone, and then I have a reality check. I’m damn naked in a room with about four other women. You let them know you’re awake, you lose the element of surpri
se and perhaps your only chance of getting out of here unharmed. I don’t know what the hell is going on anyway; so I need to calm my ass down and chill.

  For a brief moment, the women’s chatter ceased as they heard what sounded like a helicopter nearby. They went back to work with a little more vigor when nothing monumental came of it. Cassandra couldn’t make sense of what was going on. Why did that douche, Qin, bring me here?

  Qin stared steadily at Joel, the head of his security team here on the Cay. “What is going on out there? Who is the visitor on the helicopter?” Qin asked.

  “We’ve sent a few men out to find out. The locals say that the US Marines based on Andros Island working with the US DEA sometimes stopover looking for drug drops using helicopters. This could be one of those exercises,” Joel said calmly. “I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

  Qin looked at the numerous monitors he had set around the property and nodded with satisfaction at seeing the number of armed guards seemingly fully alert throughout the grounds and at each entry point. “Take nothing for granted. Until I hear from Sai that that bastard X is dead, I want no one getting near this house. Maintain the security of the perimeter and kill anyone who tries to cross it.”

  “Yes, Master,” Joel agreed.

  “Try to contact Sai again. He should have checked in by now.”

  “Yes, Master.” Joel bowed his head and left the room.

  Qin downed the last of the scotch he was drinking. He had been celebrating the capture of Cassandra for the past hour, perhaps drinking more than he normally did at this hour of the evening. It was early still. The slight buzz from the alcohol made him act a little more reckless in his dealings with Cassandra. This time he didn’t want this particular woman restrained. He wanted a fight. He wanted her fire. Let her try to get away from him. Although the drug would significantly lower her inhibitions and she wouldn’t be able to control the sexual demands of her body, she would still feel the need to fight. He wanted to tease her, make her feel as though she could win. It would make his victory all the sweeter. He strode from the room, going to prepare his body for tonight’s pleasure. The drug he would take now would ensure his cock stayed hard throughout the night. She won’t sleep, and neither will I. He smiled in anticipation.

  Finally, the ordeal seems to be over. This is the cleanest I’ve ever felt in my life. Those women waxed my entire body! The only hair on me is the hair on my damn head and eyes. I can’t wait until X sees this. He’s going to have a damn coronary. The man acts starved over shaved pussy. He’s going to be completely insatiable now!

  The women wrapped her in a large towel and lifted her out of the room. Doors opened and closed as they exited a room, walked down a hall, and entered another room. They placed her onto a soft mattress, and a silk gown was pulled over her head to cover her naked body.

  Cassandra almost gave away her wakeful state when they stuck a needle in her arm. Feeling suddenly warm, a tingling in her body and her limbs making her feel even more lethargic, she started to worry then that she had waited too long to act and now they had drugged her again. As soon as she heard the women leave the room, she opened her eyes and slowly looked around.

  It was a large room and seemed like a scene right out of the Arabian Nights. The bed was a king-sized four-poster bed featuring a canopy and sheer ivory drapes tied to each wooden post. The floor had a beige carpet that looked thick and soft. There was elegant dark wood furniture throughout the room. The walls were warm beige with sheer ivory drapes covering the French doors and triple-sized windows. She was on a ground floor, so the French doors led directly to the lawn outside. Cassandra was happy to see that it was still light outside, but the sun was already low. It had to be after seven in the evening. In consideration of the hot summers, she could now understand why they had such large windows allowing the cool ocean breeze into the room. Wait, those same large windows and French doors are my ticket out of this room. What the hell am I doing admiring the damn décor? I need to get out of here! A jolt of red-hot desire blazed through her pelvis. What’s happening to me? It’s as if I’m coming down with a fever. My nipples are so damn sensitive, and my clit is pulsing like a mudder! What the hell did those bitches give me?

  Qin came through the bedroom door before she could move a limb or close her eyes and pretend to be still unconscious.

  Damn, now I don’t know if I can move.

  Qin wore a silk black robe over his tall frame. He carried a gleaming saber in his hand.

  “I see you’re awake,” Qin smirked.

  “I see you’re still an asshole,” Cassandra said scornfully. “What am I doing here, Qin?”

  “Tsk, tsk, you’ve always been so damn sassy.” Qin walked farther into the room and approached the bed. Looking at her with supreme confidence, he polished the blade of the sword with his fingers nonchalantly. “I’m looking forward to tapping into that.”

  Cassandra was shocked that his masculine scent was inspiring such lust in her. Why am I even noticing that? She frowned in confusion and rolled to the other side of the bed, as far away from him as she could get. Good, I can move. I just hope I can damn run. Desire continued to swirl in her lower region, and she was getting wet. What the hell is going on? I wouldn’t want Qin if he were the last man on earth. Something about this creep has always made my skin crawl. How could I possibly want him? What the hell did they do to me?

  “I’m not interested in what you think of me. I need you to answer my damn question. Why am I here?”

  “That’s what I like most about you, Cass.” Qin started to disrobe.

  “What are you doing, you pervert?”

  He gazed at her lecherously. “Aren’t you wondering why you can’t take your eyes off of me?”

  Cassandra snorted. “If there was a snake in this room, I would continue to watch it too. That don’t mean I like it any.” What the hell am I saying? I’m not even making sense anymore. I really need to make love to X. God, X, where are you? I feel like I’m losing my damn mind! I can't seem to bloody think straight anymore!

  “No, sweet Cassandra. You can’t take your eyes off me because you can’t wait to have my big cock buried deep inside you,” Qin smirked.

  His graphic language seemed to only fuel her lust. That’s it! I’m officially certifiable. Nothing about Qin should be making me horny. I have to get the hell out of here.

  Qin dropped his robe and turned around in a slow circle for her to get a good view of his sculptured body.

  Cassandra couldn’t help but note that he did have a beautiful body, smooth olive skin with sleek muscle tone. Daymnnnn! The Chinaman is truly hung. Breathe, girl, calm your ass down. Damn, my pussy is soaked. “Sorry, Qin, the only man I want inside me is Xavier Bautista.” She made herself laugh out loud and point at his erect dick. “And looking at your little pecker, you’re no Xavier Bautista.”

  Qin’s face reddened with fury. “You little bitch! I’m going to make you suck my cock and fuck you nine ways to sixty, and let’s see you laugh then.”

  “That’s nine ways to Sunday, asshole. I love the silky long hair though. Goes nicely with your soft girlie body,” Cassandra said in a singsong voice before rolling off the bed and standing on the other side away from Qin. She was pleasantly surprised that she could stand. She tried her best to hide how her body was betraying her and betraying X. She looked down at herself and saw that the sheer material of her gown put her aroused body on full display. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric insistently, and her juices were leaking down her inner thighs. She was horrified that her body refused to obey her brain.

  “I can smell your need, Cassandra. You can’t ignore the demands of your body.” Qin smiled maliciously. “In short order, you will be begging me to fuck you! Let’s see who’s girlie then.”

  Staring directly at his penis, she raised her left eyebrow and smirked with cool disinterest. “Please, I’m not interested in your teeny pale pinky.” She held her thumb and pointer finger
together to indicate his size.

  Qin roared with fury and flew across the bed at her with his sword held high in his hand. The sound of a barrage of bullets stopped him in his tracks.

  Chapter Twenty

  Xavier kept his gaze trained steadily on the clear blue water beneath them. They had been in the air for almost an hour, taking two separate routes to Nassau and North Andros. There was no sign of the boat that had transported Cassandra and her abductors. He was terrified out of mind at what that bastard could be doing to her.

  Neo had called him when Xavier had been in the air only ten minutes after he and his men had raided Qin’s home looking for Cassandra. They had arrested a number of Qin’s gang members and freed over twenty women who were held captive there.

  “X, Qin had them herded for transport to a European brothel,” Neo had told him.

  “Something’s seriously wrong with that prick,” Xavier muttered.

  “He raped them all, man.” The disgust in Neo’s voice couldn’t be any clearer.

  “What a sick fuck!” Xavier would never admit to his friend the fear that shot through him at that moment. “Did you get anything out of his people?”

  “No one is talking. We know that he left the house hours ago.”

  “Can you get a copter in the air?” Xavier asked, unable to stop the level of desperation he was feeling from creeping into his voice.

  “Already done. Dom and Sean are in the air. Rico and me are boarding another copter now.”

  “Neo, we’ve combed these waters for almost an hour. We have to put this bird down. We’ll refuel in Chub Cay and continue looking,” Xavier said.

  Now Xavier was climbing off the aircraft. He soon stood near the small building that sat near the cay’s tiny airstrip. The three Marines traveling with him also stretched their legs. No one wanted to say it, but darkness would soon make it impossible for them to continue the search.

  “X!” Dylan came out of nowhere running toward him. “Man, I’m glad to see you!” He came to a screeching halt in front of Xavier.