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It appears Aleksei Popov has been outbid.
They yell in a language I don’t understand, but what I do know is that wherever I’m going, it will make where I was look like the Ritz. There is no compassion or goodness about these men. They see me as nothing but property—to do with as they please.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I sob violently, thumping on my attacker’s back. But he snorts in humor, slapping my ass and making me feel like nothing but a piece of meat. He steps over the boat’s edge as the other men help him aboard, hollering in celebration.
He leads me into a small galley where he throws me onto a small bench seat. I spring up, attempting to run, but he soon puts an end to that escape plan when slaps my cheek. I see stars and slide onto my back, gasping for air. The boat comes to life with a splutter as two men stand over me, their lips almost smacking in delight.
I’m suddenly thankful I’m covered.
As I frantically scan my surroundings, searching for a weapon, the man who carried me steps forward and brutally yanks me up into a sitting position by my wrists. I flop forward like a rag doll, still winded from the slap. His yellowed teeth gnash together as his eyes scan over me. When they stop at my breasts, he reaches out and cups my left one.
Groaning low, he runs his meaty thumb over my nipple, tugging hard when he doesn’t feel it pearl. He laughs when I cry out in pain. The other man joins him, cupping my other breast, palming and squeezing hard.
This is it this time. There is no one to save me. I never thought Saint was a knight in shining armor, but at least I never felt such fear like I do right now. These men are going to rape me and probably kill me, and not necessarily in that order.
They frantically claw their hands under my robe which has bunched up under me, but they don’t let that stop them. I thrash around wildly, but it’s two against one, and when one of them pushes me onto my back, cutting off my air supply by placing his forearm against my windpipe, I know it’s only a matter of time before I pass out.
“No,” I wheeze. “Please…no.” But my pleas are a trigger for them, and they turn savage.
The man on top of me yanks up my robe until my shorts are exposed. He doesn’t waste a second and shoves his hand inside them. I attempt to scream and claw at his arm, but he presses harder down on my throat, laughing when I gasp for air.
My eyes feel like they’re about to bulge from my head from the pressure, but I kick my legs with the last shred of strength I have left. The other man grips my feet, however, pinning me still.
My innocent white underwear are no more when they are bypassed, and a rough finger skims along my sex. I slap the man’s forearm wildly, but it’s a mere tickle as my air supply is being siphoned. I go to a different plane, one where I’m not being held down by two men who are seconds away from raping me.
I await the darkness…but it never comes.
In a whoosh, the air returns to my lungs, and I take in large mouthfuls, starved for oxygen. I’m not even aware of the fact I’m no longer held down until I hear grunts and pained howls. Adrenaline soars through me as I shoot upward and witness a flurry of bodies being thrown around the room.
Everything happens in slow motion, and my small window of sight allows me to see a man, no, a warrior, annihilate three men who don’t stand a chance. The warrior punches, kicks, chokes them, and each time they come back for more, he puts them down again and again.
The man who held my feet charges toward the warrior with a roar, but the warrior turns and delivers an uppercut, snapping the man’s head backward with a sickening crack. He drops to the floor, twitching.
The man who was at the wheel of the boat has a knife and rushes toward the warrior, but he doesn’t stand a chance as the warrior disarms him in some martial arts move before punching him in the throat. The man gasps for air, clawing at his throat, but soon slumps to the floor, joining his partner in crime.
Just who is this ninja warrior?
The last man, the one who carried me, the one who pinned me down and touched me, is the vilest of the three. He spits something in Russian as blood splutters down his chin, pointing at me before storming forward, poised on killing me.
He gets within two feet. I draw my knees to my chest, bracing for a blow, but it never comes. I hear a snap before a body drops. There is no mistaking that hollow sound. He’s dead.
Everything happened so quickly, so I take my time to slowly raise my head and take in the carnage around me.
Three men lie in crumpled piles while a warrior stands triumphantly in the middle. His chest rises and falls as he inhales deeply, catching his breath, fists clenched by his sides. I am in awe as he just saved my life, but when he lifts those eyes, those chartreuse swirls, I know my life hangs in the balance because my warrior is…Saint.
“No,” I whimper, but it’s too late. I attempt to scramble back, but he jerks me up by the arms and drags me through the boat.
I step over the dead men, tears clouding my vision, as I am in so much trouble. “Let me explain,” I plead, but there is no time for reasoning.
Saint grips the crease of my elbow and leads me off the boat, hauling me down the dock. I don’t even bother fighting him because I’ve run out of fight. When I see a bloody Kazimir, he tries to mask his anger, but I can see it. He’s furious Saint came to my rescue.
However, I use the term rescue lightly because when he continues jerking me roughly, I’m afraid of where he’s taking me.
Kazimir and the other Russian follow, keeping their distance as Saint’s anger is explosive. I choke on my raspy sobs, but Saint shows no mercy. We continue hustling until we reach a smaller sailing yacht than the one we arrived in. Saint all but pushes me onto it, never letting me go.
He screams in Russian, barking what I assume are orders, and when Kazimir gets behind the wheel and starts the boat, I know my punishment has only just begun. He glares at me, and I’m left breathless because an epiphany hits.
The other Russian punched him because…this was a setup. He said he would see me soon, meaning, he was planning on joining me on that boat. He would tell Saint I hit him, which wasn’t the first time, and that I escaped.
