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And then Helios was flying—
Before landing directly on James’ skull, pulverizing the bone with the front wheel of his bike into thousands of pieces.
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It was an hour laterwhen the officers of Afxisi flew out of Nassau in a private jet, leaving behind an old boathouse burnt to the ground. Records for that day would show that not one of them had visited the island. It was as if they had never been there, and it was as if James Cartwright had never existed either.
In the privacy and comfort of his jet, Helios leaned tiredly against his seat and closed his eyes. He tried to search inside himself for any feelings of regret for what he had done to MJ’s adoptive father, but there was none. If anything, he wished he could have done more, could have prolonged the torture for years because that was how long James Cartwright had played Russian roulette with her life.
MJ.He called for her imaginary twin in his mind, but she didn’t appear. He called for her again and again in his mind, and his body tensed more and more when the silence in his mind only lengthened. A sly, sinister voice whispered to him that it could be proof that MJ was gone, truly gone, but Helios refused to believe that.
They had not come this far for MJ to be taken away from him just like that.
No. He couldn’t believe that. He would not fucking believe that.
Somewhere in this world, she was still waiting for him.
Chapter Eight
“You’re late, caro,”Gracie said with a pout, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Helios Andreadis entered the room. He headed straight to the en-suite bar, not even sparing a glance at her naked form on the bed. This supreme disinterest from the Greek biker made him loathsome and insanely attractive in Gracie’s eyes. He was the only man she had ever met to treat her this way, so callously, like he didn’t give a fuck about her. But somehow, that was the very thing that made her want him so much.
Everything about him was so beautiful. His sun-kissed hair, his flashing gold eyes, his tanned skin, and oh, his six-foot-seven body, packed with powerful muscles. The strength in that adorable body never failed to make her lips dry, and the thought of Helios using such strength to fuck her, maybe fuck her until she started to bleed—
Oh, how she wanted this man.
“I got held up,” Helios answered curtly as he carelessly tossed his watch on the table.
Gracie pushed herself up to a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed. She had hoped it would attract Helios’ attention, but all he seemed to care about was pouring himself a drink. Temper roused, she stalked towards him, grabbing the glass of whiskey from his hands and throwing it against the wall. As it shattered to pieces, she shouted, “Don’t you disrespect me—”
Her words were cut off with a gasp as Helios yanked her head back by the hair, covering her mouth in a brutally hard kiss. She tried to kiss him back, but the moment she did, he pushed her away, hard enough for her to fall back into the cushions.
“Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do,” he rasped. “We both know you like how I treat you.” And it was true. But what Gracie should never know was how every second he spent in her company sickened him. James’ information had been invaluable, allowing them to pinpoint where Manolito Chavez was currently hiding.
But it was a damn fortress, and the only way they could get someone in without risking MJ’s safety was if one of them was personally invited to do so.
Which was why he was here, about to do the fucking unthinkable.
