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“No!” I scream, attempting to turn him around to see if he’s okay. But he shrugs from my hold. He’s still standing, but he’s clutching his bloody shoulder.
“It’s okay, ah???. Just a flesh wound,” he assures me with a firm nod.
Zoey’s maniacal laughter reveals she and Aleksei are a perfect match—a match made in hell.
Aleksei appears unperplexed at the sight. “You’re not my brother. You’re my fucking employee! So do what I say and get on that goddamn boat before I make you choose who I kill. I only need one of them.”
Saint is barely holding it together, and when Aleksei raises his gun, intent on shooting him again, I quickly run in front of Saint and drop to my knees. I’ve caught Aleksei off guard as he takes a small step backward. Saint stands behind me, placing his hand on my upper shoulder.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Maybe I will spare your life, after all, Saint. You’ve taught her well. And ah???…I like it. It suits her.”
“Thank you…??????.” I now know why Saint asked me to call him this. He was preparing me for this moment in time, for the moment when I met my master.
Aleksei’s mouth pops open before thunderous laughter erupts. “You never fail me, Saint. Sorry about shooting you. It’s just a scratch,” he flippantly says, waving his gun in the air. “Let’s go. We have so much to discuss.” It appears he wants to know everything there is to know about his new plaything.
He pockets the gun, before gripping Zoey by the back of her neck. He isn’t gentle, but she moans deeply. “You must be punished for your behavior.”
“Yes,” Zoey whimpers in anticipation, standing when he yanks her up by the hair. Is this what I’m to become?
Saint’s fingers squeeze my shoulder as he watches Aleksei abuse his sister, but he doesn’t move to help her. Aleksei drags her toward the yacht by her hair.
“Oh, god,” I cry, blinking back my tears.
“It’s okay, ah???. I won’t let him hurt you.” I place my hand over his, needing the connection more than ever.
“What about you?” I whisper because who is going to protect him.
My question remains unanswered because when Aleksei gestures with his head that we’re to follow, we have no other choice but obey. I’m about to pocket Saint’s gun, but Aleksei tsks me. I raise my hands in surrender as he’s shown what a good shot he is.
Saint helps me stand, but I suddenly remember Harriet Pot Pie. She’s better off here anyway because where we’re going, I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. “Bye, Harriet Pot Pie,” I whisper, a single tear scoring my cheek. I quickly brush it away with the back of my hand.
“She’ll be okay,” Saint assures me as we hobble to the yacht.
Turning, I take one last look at the place I once thought was hell on earth, but as Aleksei presents me his hand, offering me assistance as I board the yacht, I know this place wasn’t so bad. Saint and I made it ours, but now, nothing will be ours ever again.
I slip my hand into Aleksei’s, whose eyes flicker with excitement. When I make my way to the top, I quickly turn to help Saint as he’s wounded. But he doesn’t need my help. He was always the strong one.
Aleksei makes his way over to the control, humming happily while Zoey kneels by his feet. Saint’s sharp eyes scan our surroundings, looking for an escape, but when six men appear from inside the galley, we know we don’t have a fighting chance.
“Buckle up,” Aleksei singsongs as the motor stirs to life.
One of the men holds up a length of rope. “Nice to see you, Saint.” Saint lunges forward, but the man knocks him out cold, and he falls to the deck with a thud.
I scream, intent on killing this bastard with my bare hands, but he apparently has no qualms about hitting women and punches me in the nose. I stumble backward, cupping my face, but he shoves me down. My ass hits a chair, and he goes about tying me to it.
I glare at Aleksei, strategizing ways I’m going to kill him. He peers over his shoulder and has the gall to wink. My rebellion seems to rouse him, and he smirks. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”
With Saint unconscious at my feet, I allow myself to be kidnapped yet again, and just how this tale began…I’m tied up, on a yacht, destination unknown.
