“Of course. Look, I think you should get some sleep. We’ll stay in the guest room.”
Sarah stared out of the window at the dark sky. Finn. Gone. The pain was so raw it made her want to scream and scream and never stop. Maika had been kind but all Sarah wanted to do was be alone. She had pretended to fall asleep and when she felt Maika get up off the bed, she waited until the door closed before opening her eyes.
She heard Isaac come in, the bed dip as he climbed on beside her. He curled his body around hers, his big arms enveloping her. She sank into the warmth of his body and turned to face him.
“Are you okay?” She saw him flinch as he asked the question, knowing how redundant it was. She pressed her lips gently to his, softly at first and then with real meaning, probing his mouth with her tongue. He responded at first then when her fingers slid under his t-shirt, he pulled back, confused, alarmed. “Sarah?”
“Please,” she whispered, “Please, I need to feel something other than this, this breaking. I need love, Isaac, I need you…”
With a groan, he gathered her into his arms, pushing her skirt up and tugging her panties down as she freed his cock from his underwear. She didn’t want foreplay but straddled him, guiding him inside her and grinding her pelvis onto him roughly. Isaac gripped her hips, looked up at his beautiful, broken wife as they moved together. There was no pleasure for either of them, it was functional, physical and for the first time, neither of them came. Sarah rammed her sex onto him, desperate to come, wanting that release but as it became clear it wasn’t happening, she finally broke, started to sob, great wrenching, painful sobs.
Isaac took her into his arms, wanting to make her feel better, reassure her but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t form the words.
Later, still wrapped in Isaac’s arms, she felt her cell phone vibrate on the nightstand. She checked it and her heart began to pound. A text message from an unknown caller. Ten words.
You know how to end this. Molly’s kids are next.
Outside it had started to snow.
***
“I want to go visit Molly,” she said when they woke, stiff and cold, both of them looking drained. Maika fussed around the pair of them, making breakfast that neither of them barely touched.
Isaac, his eyes heavy and tired, nodded. “Okay. I’ll get Jay and Flynn to take us.”
Sarah sighed, her face drawn and wan. “Do we need them to take us to the hospital, really? I hardly think Molly needs to see our protection when her brother was just murdered.” The words came out harder than she intended and she put her hand on his, tried to smile.
Isaac didn’t smile back. “They’ll wait outside in the car but you’re not going anywhere without them.”
Sarah removed her hand and tried to eat some more food. “Fine.”
Maika and Saul glanced at each other. The atmosphere was thick with sadness, tension. Sarah saw the look and turned to Maika. “I’m sorry for all this, you’ve been wonderful, thank you.”
Maika rubbed her arm. “It’s the least we could do but I think,” and she looked to her husband for affirmation, “You need some time alone to process this. I think seeing Molly is a great idea, start the grieving process. Saul and I will always be here for you if you need us.”
Sarah’s eyes filled with tears and she smiled through them. “I hit the family jackpot when I married Isaac. Thank you.”
They left shortly after and Isaac and Sarah went to shower. The tension between them had dissipated and, afterward, Isaac held out his arms and Sarah, wrapped in a towel, went into them. Isaac buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. “I wish to God this was all over.” He felt her nod then pull away, gaze up at him.
“Me too, baby.” Her eyes were intense on him but he found it hard to look at the bottomless sorrow in them. He stroked the hair away from her face, instead concentrating on the soft apples of her cheeks, the shape of her rose-pink mouth. She caught his chin, made him look her in the eye.
“I love you, Isaac Quinn. You have given me what I never thought possible – true, untamed, and unbridled love. You made me come alive. No matter what happens from now on, I want you to know that.”
Isaac stared down at her. “Sarah Quinn, you are my life. I would give up everything for you. Everything. I am so in love with you, so in love.”
She pressed her body into his. “Show me.”
He pulled the towel from her and dropped to his knees, burying his face in her belly, kissing the soft skin, moving down, parting her legs with his hand. Sarah drew in a sharp breath as his tongue found her clit, lashing around it, her sex swelling and pulsing at his touch. He pushed her back onto the bed and his tongue found her again, sweeping along the swollen peachy folds of her labia to dip into her opening. Sarah gripped the headboard, her body wracked with spasm after spasm of pure pleasure. She came over and over as he worked his tongue on her, his fingers exploring every part of her skin. She felt his cock, swollen, rigid, brushing against her as he moved up her body then it was plunging deeply into her cunt and she moaned at the feel of him inside her, her eyes rolling back in her head then closing, concentrating on every sensation spiraling through her body.
“Look at me,” Isaac said softly and she opened her eyes and gazed up at this incredible man, this man who loved her so deeply and knew whatever happened, she would always have this moment, this pure connection with him.
She reveled in the feel of his hot cum shooting deep into her belly, begging him to never stop, to fill her with his seed and when he had climaxed, she squeezed her legs together wanting to keep him inside for as long as possible.
“Never let me go,” he said to her then,” …promise me you won’t give up. Promise, Sarah, please.”
Sarah nodded. “I promise, Isaac, I promise.”
They both knew she was lying.
Molly took one look at Sarah and burst into tears. Sarah went to her side and wrapped her arms around her and Molly clung on as she cried. Tears were pouring silently down Sarah’s face and she closed her eyes.
Isaac went to Mike’s side. “Hey, man.”
Mike tried to smile. “Thanks for coming.”
“How is she?”
Mike just shook his head and Isaac could see he was trying to hold it together. He put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Where are the kids?”
“My mom’s,” Mike rubbed his eyes. “They don’t know what’s going on, they’re scared, I don’t know what to do.”
Isaac motioned for Mike to follow him into the corridor. Nurses and assistants bustled past them as they spoke. The noise of the hospital - machinery beeping, announcements, and pages, people talking - was a constant hum in the background.
“How long will Molly be here?”
“They said she could go home today but – “
“Listen, anything you need, just ask. I can have somewhere rented for you within the hour – wherever you want, have someone pick up your clothes from the house. Trustworthy people who will respect your privacy. I mean it – just say the word.”
Mike smiled then, a half-broken thing. “Thanks, man that would be good. I can’t fathom that Molly will want to go back to…anything. The house, the Varsity, the island. It’s all tainted with blood now.”
Isaac nodded. “Consider it done. Look, why don’t you go see the kids and we’ll stay with Molly for a few hours?”
Mike nodded and the two men went back into the room. Sarah was seated in a chair next to Molly’s bed. Molly was talking in a low tone to her. They looked up as the men entered and told them the plan. Molly nodded and smiled at Isaac. “Thank you.”
“It’s no trouble. I just want you to be safe.”
Mike kissed Molly, thanked Isaac, squeezed Sarah’s shoulder and left. Isaac perched on the end of Molly’s bed. “How are you feeling?”
Molly sighed. “Empty.”
Sarah rubbed her arm. “Let me go see if I can find something to drink for you. Baby,” she smiled at Isaac, “would you like some
coffee?”
He nodded and she kissed him as she passed him. “Be right back.”
After she’d gone, Molly seemed to slump. “She thinks it’s her fault.” Isaac nodded, sighing.
“I know. There’s no way she’ll get over this.”
“I don’t think any of us will,” Molly studied him. “I’m so glad she has you to love, to help protect her.”
“I’m here to protect you too, Molly. I’m just sorry this has happened. Finn was a good man, even a great man. I’m still not sure he wouldn’t have been better for Sarah than me.”
Molly half-smiled. “You know what’s weird? I wanted them to be together for years, they seemed so perfect for each other. Then Sarah met you and it suddenly made sense to me. Sarah and Finn were family, regardless of any romantic feelings that may or may not have been between them over the years. Family wins. You are her family now.”
Isaac patted her hand. “And you are mine. I’ll do anything to make you all safe again.”
He looked at the door. “She’s taking her time with that coffee. Let me just go see if she needs help. You’ll be okay on your own?”
With Molly’s assurance she would be okay, Isaac closed the door to her room and wandered down the hospital corridors. His cellphone buzzed. Jay.
“Hey boss, just thought you ought to know…that lawyer Sarah saw? His body’s just been pulled out of Elliott Bay.”
Isaac stopped, shocked, and closed his eyes. Another one. He’d wait to tell Sarah about William Corcoran – she was hanging on by a thread as it was. He took a deep breath and went to find her.
Sarah was nowhere. He looked into the small cafeteria on their floor but it was empty except for an elderly couple and the woman at the cash register. He went out to the nurse’s station.
“Hey, have you seen my wife, Sarah? Dark hair, five-five, beautiful? We were visiting with Molly in room seven.”
The nurse looked surprised “I saw her about ten minutes ago. She didn’t tell you she was leaving?”
Isaac frowned, trying to ignore the biting panic starting to build inside of him. “I’m sorry?”
The nurse came around the desk and handed him an envelope. “Mrs. Quinn said to give you this and to tell you she was sorry.”
Isaac’s heart began to thump unpleasantly as he took the note and when he read it, every nerve ending in his body went numb.
“Oh my God…” He whispered. “God, no, no…”
He walked slowly back to Molly’s room and looked at her with horror-filled eyes. “She’s gone. She’s gone to him.”
“Oh my God, no…Isaac…” Molly couldn’t believe it. “Did she say…?”
He passed her the note.
There’s only one way to end this.
He says he’s going after Molly’s kids next and I won’t let that happen, I won’t let anyone else die because of me.
I’m sorry, you have my heart, Isaac, I love you.
Goodbye, my love, Sarah.
“She’s gone to the island. She’s trying to find Bailey.” Isaac’s voice was flat as he tried to understand.
“Is she trying to find him so she can kill him?”
“That…or she wants him to kill her. Finish this so no-one else gets hurt. Oh Jesus, no…” And Isaac broke down completely.
Where do you want me to meet you?
Go to the ferry terminal, buy a ticket, go to the ladies” room. Don’t be late, Sarah.
Sarah followed Dan’s instructions to the letter. On the ferry boat, she moved slowly as if in a trance down to the ladies” restrooms. She pushed open every stall – empty. As she let the last stall door swing open, she heard him behind her. She stopped, closed her eyes. Would he kill her here?
No. Dan was a showman – he would want to draw this out, make her suffer, enjoy every moment.
His hot breath on her neck. “Hello, beautiful.”
She was frozen as he turned her. There was a gun in his hand, a long thin silencer screwed onto the muzzle. He pressed it into her belly. “This will be easy, my darling. We get to the island, go to where I have laid out our little scene, our denouement. We have a little goodbye talk and then, finally, Sarah, I’m going to kill you.”
He made her sit next to him in the lounge, his lips against her cheek, her mouth. As they’d walked to the busy lounge, he murmured into her ear, “One word from you, I’ll kill everyone in this lounge.”
She had no doubt he would.
For the journey, she felt numb, already dead, at least inside. She kept her mind on picturing Isaac’s face, the fine angles of his cheekbones, the dark green of his eyes, his full mouth as it pressed against hers. She remembered everything about his body, his broad shoulders and hard chest, his muscled abdomen, his hips, his long legs, his large, beautiful cock. Everything.
As the ferry docked, Dan pulled her up, the gun jammed against her side, hidden from view. They walked down to a car – not his – he must have stolen it. He shoved her into the back seat. Crawling behind her, he pushed her down then stopped, smiling. “This is it, Sarah, are you excited?”
She smiled, a fake rictus, sarcastic, mocking. He was going to kill her anyway, what did it matter? Dan narrowed his eyes, leaned in to grind his mouth on hers. She clamped her teeth on his bottom lip. Dan yelped as she let go, wiping his mouth. Sarah smiled in satisfaction to see the blood on his mouth. His face twisted with rage.
“Fucking bitch!” And he slammed the butt of the gun into her temple, knocking her cold.
Isaac went over everything Jay and Flynn had told him over and over as he sped the car to the ferry terminal. No, they hadn’t seen Sarah leave the hospital, no, they hadn’t taken their eyes off of the entrance. Shit, Isaac cursed to himself, I should have been more vigilant. Gotten more bodies at every entrance. Seen this coming.
Molly sat beside him in the car, having insisted on coming with him. She stared out of the window looking out over the snow-covered city, sidewalks and roads starting to show through now the rain had started to fall. She felt Isaac take her hand. She gazed up at him, in her eyes a world of pain.
“Do you think she’s already dead?”
Isaac looked over at her, took a hand off the wheel and took hers.
“No. Absolutely not. Dan planned this meticulously. He’ll want to enjoy the moment.”
Molly swallowed. “So she’s not dead, she’s just going to wish she was.”
Isaac hoped that wasn’t true.
It was the singing that woke her. Angelic. Plaintive. Sarah slid back into consciousness. She lay there, unmoving as her eyes brought the room into focus. A room, not a car. She squinted, dust, water, something misting her vision. The room was hexagonal, dirty, obviously abandoned. The top of the lighthouse. Moonlight gleamed off the darkened lantern. She heard the insistent rattle of rain on the windows. The singing. It was the wind across the wires. Haunting. Lonely.
Lonely.
A cough, a moan. She started, turned her head toward the noise and gave a gasp. Caroline Jewell was tied to a chair across the room, blood streaking from her nose, down her chin. Sarah tried to say her name but found her throat too dry, too scratchy. She rolled over onto her stomach, pulled herself onto her knees. Her body ached, her clothes torn and bloody but flexing, she found nothing broken. She crawled over to Caroline and fumbled at the ropes binding her hands, wondering why she herself was not bound. She pulled Caroline free and helped her stand. She coughed, casting desperate glances around the room. There were two entrances to the lantern room, one from below – Sarah quickly realized Caroline would never make it down the steep ladders that led up from the ground – or the door to the lighthouse’s balcony. Sarah knew the staircase outside was shaky and decaying, prayed it would hold both their weights. She moved towards it, but Caroline held her back, gazing at her, her eyes watery and red.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Her voice was a whisper. Sarah, surprised by the question, felt her face go red.
“We don’t have time f
or this, Caroline…”
“No. I won’t go anywhere unless you tell me why. You could have left me to die. Why didn’t you?”
Sarah sighed, edgy, frustrated. She tried to pull Caroline’s arm towards the door but Caroline held back stubbornly. Sarah shook her head.
“Honestly? Because I want to believe that you’re not all bad. I don’t pretend to understand you, Caroline, or understand why you hate me so much. But I won’t let him ruin anyone else’s life. Caroline, look at me. We need to go now.”
She turned towards the door but stopped when she heard it. Caroline giggled. It was not the hysterical giggle of the terrorized, the shocked. No, it was something else. Victory. Sarah turned as Caroline started to laugh. The redhead’s face was exultant. She leaned forward, a nasty smirk on her face.
“I got the joy, joy, joy, joy” she started to sing and cackled at the confusion on Sarah’s face. Sarah stepped towards her.
“Stop fucking around, Caroline, we – “
Another voice started singing now, male, but high-pitched, mocking, demented. Sarah’s breath stopped.
Caroline turned her head towards the darkest corner of the lantern room.
“You can come out now…”
Sarah’s stomach disappeared as, smirking, Dan stepped out of the shadows.
“Hello again, baby girl.” Dan’s smile was friendly but his eyes bored into hers, flat and dead. Caroline was skittish, pulling at his jacket. He glanced at her, irritated, but she kissed him, oblivious.
“Dan, Dan, Dan, I did good, huh?”
Dan turned back to Sarah, who was staring at Caroline with a mixture of horror and disgust. She shook her head at her long-time enemy, who grinned back nastily. Sarah narrowed her eyes.
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