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I shove aside the mosquito netting someone closed around my bed. Did he come in here after I fell asleep? Sneaky bastard. Probably wanted more pictures to send back to my father.
I take a second look. Mosquito netting over a bed made for a queen, I note. I run my hand over the high-polished headboard with a mermaid on a bed of seashells chiseled into the dark wood. If it were not for the handcuffs on my wrist I might look at this as a fantasy come true. Tall, dark, and handsome, private island and all the sex my body can handle.
I push away from the bed and try the door. Why I don’t know. And just as expected I find the handle unmoving.
I try the balcony doors next only to find the same. When I come to the window and throw open the curtains I am met by bars. I grab them and shake, giving my best King Kong to no avail. They are not budging now or ever. I spy freshly folded clothes and dash across the room to throw on a pair of shorts and a stretchy halter top with no straps. I wiggle into them and as I zip up my shorts a giggle catches my attention.
I peer through my prison bars to see that scoundrel of a pirate toss a little girl high to her delight. How can someone so roguish one minute flip a coin and turn into a docile giant the next?
He plucks a low-hanging mango from a tree and places it in her outstretched hands before passing her back to who I assume is her mother.
Blue or black writing across the lady’s left breast catches my eye. I squint into the sunlight just barely making out the name across her uniform.
Serenity Island.
I stumble away from the window, my breath caught in my throat.What?A million questions hit me. Did he name this place after me? That makes no sense. I pace in front of the bed piecing together the last however many hours I’ve been this man’s captive.
Another giggle winds through my bars. I stomp my bare foot on the floor and let out a growly scream. “You know what. That’s it! I’ve had enough of the games!”
I stick my hands out the window facing the pool and clank the metal on the window frame also made out of metal. He probably stuffs women in here all the time. Who else puts bars on a freaking window but a kidnapping, asshole of a mafia pirate?
“These are getting a little tiresome don’t you think?”
I can see his smile from the second floor. The smug fucker. How did I not know it was him our first night? That dimple in the chin should have been a dead giveaway.
My pulse thunders when the pounding of feet outside my door fills the room. “Oh shit.”
I try to duck into the bathroom but my door is thrown open and I'm over the pirate’s shoulder before I make it three steps.
“Good morning, princess. Up you go.”
“You oversized oaf! Put me down, asshole! Right now!” I bang my fists against his back but all I get is a smack on the ass.
“Be good. I don’t have time to put you on that bed and fuck you like I want right now so stop wiggling and be good.”
My heart thunders away, drowning out everything but the heat of this place and two other words—bed and fuck.
“At least, take these fucking cuffs off.” Wet leaves and fronds slap me in the ass as he expertly weaves us through the jungle. We’re back on the same path he carried me up last night only halfway to the beach he veers off to the left. A few more yards and we are on another beach, a different boat at the end of a very short dock. The waters are calmer here and barely make a sound as they lap at the white sand.
I should have listened to my father. Should have stayed back in Chicago, minded my elders and I wouldn’t be in this situation.But you also wouldn’t have had the night of your life or ticked off sex on the beach from your bucket list, says another voice. I shut them both up and pay attention to more important issues at hand like what he intends to do with me now.
“Where are you taking me?”
Lucas keeps pounding steps out, ignoring me and my fists against his back.
“Hey, are you deaf?”
I get another smack on my ass but this time he squeezes it too. “Shut up and enjoy the view.”
He comes to the end of the dock and I’m plucked in the middle of a small motorboat like a sack of potatoes. It rocks and some water spills over the side.
“Whoa. Is this thing seaworthy? Wait, how far out are we going?” All I get back from him is a blank stare and him tossing the dock line at my feet.
“This thing isn’t very big.” As in not made for going too far. That should give me comfort but all I can think is my father isn’t coming and this mafia pirate is going to off me, dump me just offshore, and be done with me. Revenge complete.
Lucas climbs into the boat and eyes me silently before pushing us off.
Behind me, there’s a bucket, some bricks, and a couple of gas cans. A roll of plastic too. All tools for getting rid of a body.
