by Vi Carter
Dima is glancing around the room.
“I feel insulted, Dima. Here I am sharing something personal, and you look bored.”
Dima’s gaze returns to me as I release the third knife that grazes his other ear. Blood trickles down his face.
“I never missed a target. General Obshcheye was a great teacher.”
I return and pick up another knife. “Some of the boys were so cold that they weren’t able to hold the knives. The noise of the knives hitting the ground spelled their doom.”
He had broken a boy’s arm for dropping his knives. He had killed a few during my time at camp.
I release the knife. Dima tries to shift against his chains before a scream of pain pours from his mouth.
The knife sticks out of his calf.
“How long do you think it will take for you to lose enough blood to die?”
Now more fear fills Dima’s eyes, and that small amount of anger and control is nearly gone.
“All we had to do was make sure all the security were in one area at a certain time, and all the girls were taken safely off the ship. That was it.”
I pretend that I don’t hear him as I return to my throwing knives.
“What was that boy's name?” I toss the knife a few times into the air. “Maksim.” That was it.
I face Dima, whose skin is paling further. “The General had broken his arm only a few months before. This day, it was colder than all the rest.”
I grin at Dima. “I’m not going to lie; even I felt the cold.”
I toss the knife in the air. “So when Maksim dropped his knives, instead of staying and taking his punishment, he ran.” I release the knife, and it embeds itself in his thigh.
His screams feed the beast inside me.
“I swear that’s all I did. I have no idea where they took those girls.” Drool pours from his mouth; his chin rests on his chest.
I pick up another knife, and he sobs. “The General had chased after Maksim, and I remember feeling like I was watching a lion chase a deer. I got a front-row seat, and I couldn’t look away.” I take a step towards Dima. “I couldn’t look away, even as the General grabbed Maksim by the scruff of his neck. The force rattled him like a rag doll.”
I reach Dima now and shake him as violently as I can. When I stop, I hold the knife to his eye.
“The General took out his hunting knife.”
Dima’s eyes grow wide, his face turns gray as he stares at the knife only a millimeter away from his eye.
“I want a name now, Dima.”
His breathing is harsh as he stares at the knife. “The Torpedo. That’s who we handed the girls over to.”
When I don’t react, he glances at me. “I swear on my mother’s life.”
He was telling the truth. “I believe you.” I grin, and he starts to half cry but doesn’t move. The knife is too close to his eye.
“When the General held that knife to Maksim’s eye, I knew he wouldn’t drive it all the way through; he would just make him suffer.”
Dima’s breathing grows more erratic, and I do what the General did. I pierce Dima’s eye. His roars are louder than Maksim’s were.
The General had turned to us all and made us come over one by one and look at the wound. Some boys threw up. I remembered when I had stood up to Maksim, so I couldn’t help but want to see the wound fully. I had forced him to open his eye, inflicting more pain on him.
The pride in the General’s gaze, I ate up that day.
Dima continues to scream, reminding me my knife was still embedded in his eye. I push the knife all the way in until his screams cease and the air leaves his lungs. Pulling it back out, his head rests on his chest as its final resting place.
I wash and clean my knives as I think about the information that Dima has just given me. I don’t want it to register because the outcome isn’t looking good. If the Torpedo was behind this kidnapping, and he was in Igor’s office the same day as I was, it wasn’t a stretch to think that Igor had something to do with this also.
The water cleans the blood away from my knives, and I dry them and place them back in their holding places.
Maybe that’s why he called me in and not someone else. He knew this wasn’t something I had ever dealt with before. But he hadn’t counted on all that Evie had seen, all that she was able to tell me.
Without her, I would have been suspicious of Sacha, especially after the autopsy, but I think I would have hit a lot of brick walls.
Once I’ve cleaned up everything, I release Dima’s body from the pole and turn up the furnace that has been smoldering, and that’s where I throw his body. That’s how I made every single person disappear. No traces left at all.
Anita is questioning Evie about her neck when I step into the kitchen. Evie doesn’t answer because she becomes aware of my presence.
“I’m going to take Evie to her room. She’s had a long day.”
Anita wears a permanent grin like she knows I’m full of shit. “You don’t look so good yourself.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t care as long as I had no blood on my clothes.
“We’ll talk more later, Kitten.” Anita winks at Evie, who gets up and smiles down at her.
“Thank you.” Evie’s appreciation is expressed with the hand that she touches my sister’s with.
I let them have their moment before I lead Evie upstairs.
I’m ready to take her to a guest room, but instead, I pass all the closed doors and lead her to my own room.
The minute I enter, I start to strip off my tie.
“I got a name. I know who has the girls. I don’t know where they are yet, but I have a name.” I’m not facing Evie when I tell her this; I pause in unbuttoning my shirt and turn before I resume doing it.
“How?” She’s smiling at me. Her smile is the reason smiles are created, to show someone that you are happy. It makes me feel unsettled with her.
“I got the information out of the man in the trunk.” I peel off my shirt, and her smile falters slightly as she takes her time and admires me.
“What if he tells the people on you?”
“He won’t.” I kick off my shoes.
Evie tilts her head like she’s trying to add that up, but something else fills her eyes. I can’t tell what it is as she steps up to me.
“Thank you, Lucca.”
“I’m being paid to do this, remember?”
I step away from Evie, not liking at all how she is looking at me. Her small, warm fingers grip my wrist.
In spite of knowing better, the longing in her eyes has me turning to face her. She makes me curious.
“Still, thank you for finding my sisters.”
I don’t think she will be thanking me when I’m handing them over along with her.
She lowers her lids but keeps an innocent smile on her lips. For a split second, I think she’s trying to manipulate me into something, but the thought flees as she rises up on the tips of her toes and gives me the sweetest kiss that has ever touched my lips.
She presses a second kiss to my lips, and this time I grip her shoulders. “What are you doing?”
Her cheeks heat up, but her gaze doesn’t waver from mine. She shrugs. “I’m just…” She licks her lips, her small pink tongue too enticing to ignore.
I drag her into me and kiss her like I really want to. My hand grips her waist, and she doesn’t move under my lips for a millisecond, and then she responds.
I’m moving her back to the bed, my cock growing harder at the thought of being inside a virgin.
A kiss wouldn’t satisfy me. It wouldn’t quench the thirst that Evie leaves in my throat.
I break the kiss and reach down, tugging her top up over her head. Her large breasts fill the black bra, just like I pictured.
Her eyes are wild, and I see the hesitation, so I kiss her again while gripping her large breasts and squeezing them slightly. She gasps at the contact, and when I lay her on the bed, she tries to push me away.
I don’t get off her, but I do break the kiss reluctantly.
“I can’t…”
She starts, and I grin at her. “I know I can’t fuck you, Evie, but we can do other things.”
I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't think she was ready for that, or I wasn’t ready to face the consequences of doing that to her.
“What other things?” She asks while I press a kiss to her lips before getting off her. I pull her skirt off, and she looks even more glorious than I remember. The memory is pretty good, but the real thing has me pulling off my trousers.
Fear enters her eyes, and instead of comforting her, I pull down my boxers, too, and let her see my erection. Her running now isn’t a bad idea. I just said I wouldn’t fuck her, but I’m not sure if I can really hold back. She shifts on the bed, and I think she’s going to leave, but instead, she reaches back and removes her bra, allowing her large breasts to fall free. Her nipples are hard, and before she changes her mind, I dip my head and capture one in my mouth. Her groan is instant, and I reach to pull her panties off. Her small hand covers mine.
I continue to suck her nipple and run my teeth along the delicate skin until her hand slips from mine, and I grip the small piece of fabric and tug it down.
I release her nipple to remove her panties and take a look at her neat pussy that nestles in perfectly between her thighs.
More fear and uncertainty fill her gaze, and I don’t wait for her to reconsider again, so I capture her other nipple in my mouth while reaching down and touching her bud that feels swollen with want under my fingertips.
CHAPTER TEN
EVIE
What am I doing? The thought keeps coming and going. When he isn’t touching me, I know I need to get dressed and away from this man. But each time he touches me, I lose myself in his arms.
I had kissed him when he told me he had a lead. Now that we were closer to getting them back, I needed Lucca on my side so he would let them go free.
It was a big ask, and at first, I had thought of giving him my virginity. But now, being here under him, I know I need to stop this.
His tongue swirls around my nipple, and the dampness is heavy between my legs. His manhood looks so much bigger than I expected it to be. That would hurt. I’m sure of it.
Lucca’s lips find me, and his kiss is quick and sharp. His kisses are bruising, and I should stop this, but I’m kissing him back, following what he does.
His erection is pressed against my thigh. I keep considering touching it to please him, but fear keeps my hands on his shoulders. I want to be brave enough to tease him, but I’m not.
Not that he needs me to entice him. His fingers fall lower closer to my opening, and my legs open slightly on their own accord. Lucca stops and looks at me.
The silver of his eyes is a dark, stormy gray. All his muscles seem more prominent, and he climbs off the bed.
“Don’t move.” The warning is quick, but as he leaves me lying naked on the bed, I’m tempted to reach down and get my clothes. I sit up.
“Don’t move.” He repeats, reappearing with a jar in his hand.
“What is that?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer but climbs back on the bed, leaving the jar on the bed beside us. I’m trying to read the label when he kisses me again and pushes me back down. This time, his manhood is positioned right at my opening. It’s terrifying, but right now, I’ve never felt more alive.
Reaching down, Lucca takes his erection in his hand and rubs it against me. It causes a ripple that grows and amplifies through my body, and when he nips my nipple, I cry out at all the different sensations.
“I want to fuck you,” Lucca whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe, and he spins me around. His body is hard against me, and he reaches around to my front and grips my breasts.
I’m aware of every single part that our flesh touches. The dampness between my legs is growing as he pushes himself against my back opening.
I glance to my left as he picks up the jar.
A warm, oily substance is rubbed into my back passage, and I’m trying to pull away.
“It’s okay. It will be nice,” Lucca says, and his fingers move in circles around my opening. I don’t want to like it, but it’s sending electricity through my whole body. It feels too much. All of it feels too much, but I don’t want him to stop. He presses a finger against my back opening, and it sinks in. I look at him over my shoulder. He’s gripping his large penis in his hand, moving it back and forth as he pushes his finger deeper into my ass.
When he removes his finger, I can’t look away as he covers his manhood in the oily substance and strokes it a few more times. I’m on all fours and face forward as he moves in behind me. My body tenses with fear waiting for pain, but he only rests his erection at my back passage as he reaches around and touches me.
The dampness that had been drying up comes back again, and when his other hand grips my breasts, my body relaxes. I feel him push into me, and it’s all too much.
“Lucca.” I want this, but I don't know what’s happening.
“Enjoy it.” He pushes deeper, and when he grows, my body tightens and relaxes over and over again. I stop fighting this and close my eyes as he goes deeper into my back passage. He’s moving slowly, but his hand is working at my front, and I’m panting as each time my body tightens and relaxes, the sensation grows more and more intense. I want more, but I don’t know if I can take it. Without uttering a word, Lucca pushes himself deeper inside me, and I can’t stop the instant pleasure that takes over me, and I call out his name again as I cum.
He removes himself from my ass, and I’m trying to catch myself as I turn to see him touching his manhood. A creamy, white substance pours from the head and all over my ass. It’s warm and thick, and I’m awed by the look on his face. Power roars through my veins as we stare at each other. I never thought it would feel this way to have someone touch and make me cum. I most certainly never thought watching someone else cum could be so rewarding.
Lucca stops stroking himself and grins at me. My heart starts to rise again as his grin turns into a smile that I’ve never seen before, and I’m smiling back at him.
He climbs off the bed, then leans in and scoops me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I study his face as he carries me into the bathroom. It’s not as grand as the penthouse, but it’s his. Bottles of shower gel and hair products are on a stand in the shower that he puts my feet down into. He turns on the water, and I take a moment to check him out. Even his bum is solid. Warm water flicks close to me.
“Take your time,” Lucca says before stepping out of the shower. I step into the spray of water and start to wash.
I feel like a woman. I remember the first time I bled. It was terrifying and painful, but afterward, I had felt like a real woman; that’s exactly how this feels like now I’m a fully-fledged woman.
I take my time and wash my body. I touch my ass, expecting it to be sore, but it’s just sensitive to the touch. They didn’t teach us that on the ship.
I finish washing, and when I return to the bedroom, Lucca isn’t there. I feel disappointed until I see fresh clothes have been laid out on the bed for me.
A pair of dark jeans and a purple top lie on the bed. My bra is on the floor, and I pick it up and start to get dressed. I’m tempted to look around the room to learn more about Lucca, but he enters the room with wet hair from a recent shower. He is redressed in black trousers and a white shirt. His silver eyes look stark.
I know my intentions for kissing him were so I could convince him to free my sisters, but at his first touch, something had shifted, and now I wanted to know more about Lucca. I wanted to know the man I had wanted.
“I’m from Ireland.”
Lucca runs his hand through his dark hair but pauses at my words.
“I had this weird obsession with swimming at night. My parents warned me about the current, but…” I shrug and sit down on the bed. “I didn’t listen to them.”
Lucca steps into the r
oom.
“This one night, I found a girl; she was about my age.”
I want Lucca to ask me questions. I want him to get invested in me. If I could make him see me as a person and not a thing, I might have a chance at saving my sisters.
“Her boat had washed up on our shoreline. I tried to help her, but I got dragged into the water and was knocked unconscious.”
I swallow the pain that feels like it was only inflicted yesterday. “I was ten.”
“I was stolen from the shores of County Clare, from my parents.” Pain burns my chest and tightness around my heart. Lucca is watching me, but he isn’t reacting.
“The girl I tried to save was recaptured by the men who had stolen her from her home. They made an example of her, a warning to the rest of us not to run.”
“She died at my feet.” I blink from the tears and let them fall. The pain is still so raw. “I died there, too,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry.” Lucca isn’t sorry. His words are empty.
“I was a child.” I’m standing now, trying to connect with the humanity that is in us all.
He doesn’t speak, and I can see I’m losing any sympathy I had.
“You asked me who I was trying to ring. You still want to know?”
He doesn't. I can see it in his eyes.
“My parents, in Ireland. Who, to this day, I’m sure are still looking for their ten-year-old daughter.”
My lip trembles, and I bite down on it. “They could drain the sea, and they won’t find me, Lucca.”
I move closer to him. “Can you understand that kind of pain?”
He doesn't answer.
“Times that by six. Six more of my sisters were taken. Sold. And you have the power to set us all free.”
I wipe falling tears off my face.
“I’m sorry that you suffered, Evie. But my job is to return you all to Igor.”
His voice is emotionless. His words were empty.
“You don’t care that they steal children?”
“It happens. It’s life. You should really count yourself lucky that you didn’t end up somewhere far worse.”
