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  Fuck! I knew what to do…except the guy was probably already dead. Still, I slipped out of the bed as quietly as I could and grabbed the cell phone out of the back pocket of my pants. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. God damn it, I needed him to be alive. There was someone I could trust to help make sure Scar escaped safely. I could trust him because I already had. Without him, I might never have found Scar in that fucking basement.

  Michael.

  If he was still alive, I’d gladly hand over everything I owned. Of course I would, because none of it—not the house, the cars, or the seven-digit figures in my bank accounts—was worth anything in comparison to her.

  It only took me a minute to find the text conversation I was looking for. And believe it or not, I actually had to steady my hand before I could send the text that might very well safe her life.

  “Alive?” I wrote simply.

  I was tempted to pray to whatever deity might be out there, but I thought better of it. If there was a god out there, he’d never done me any favors. After what I’d become, I didn’t think he was likely to start now. It was probably better to just stay under the radar.

  I stood there clutching the phone like a lifeline, waiting for it to vibrate and save her life. Waiting.

  A minute passed, and then another. Still waiting. My eyes were fixed on the screen, and I willed a god damned response to appear.

  Nothing. Fuck.

  I wanted to keep standing here, waiting, but I didn’t. I slipped the phone into the pocket and slid on my pants. I didn’t have time to waste waiting for a reply that wasn’t going to come. A glance at Scar to confirm she was still fast asleep, and I ducked into the closet and opened the laptop on the table there. Needing to acquaint myself with the place where Mateo wanted me, I pulled up maps of the area.

  Really though, I was just stalling. I needed to get in touch with Vicente, even if I wasn’t certain he was trustworthy. He was my only option, so I needed to make the arrangements that would guarantee I’d never see Scar again. And if I was going to do that, what difference did it make if I died? It meant one less monster in the world, and if I happened to take a few of them with me, all the better.

  My thigh vibrated and I yanked out the phone.

  “Yeah,” it said.

  Four letters. I’d never imagined the power of four, simple letters. Relief flooded my veins, but I pushed it back. It was too soon. Michael was alive, but that didn’t mean he would help me again. I would be forever in his debt for the last time. What I was about to ask him, I had no business asking, but how could I not?

  “Up for more trouble with the same product? A transport issue. Substantial compensation for a successful delivery.” There. Yeah, I felt like shit for calling Scar a product, but the coding was necessary.

  And now, what more could I say? My whole world depended on a few text messages on a phone with a man I didn’t know. If I thought begging would make him any more likely to help, I’d do it. Yes, me—Derek Vaughan—would beg and plead if it would make a difference, but it wouldn’t.

  “Why not,” he wrote, and I was automatically suspicious.

  That was too easy. Far too easy. Why would he agree with nothing more than my world he’d be compensated? It was precisely the response I’d been hoping for, but nothing came that easy. Not for me. But what the fuck was I supposed to do?—turn down his help, after I’d just finished asking for it?

  The only other option was Vicente, and there was no guarantee he was any more trustworthy than Michael. At least I knew why Michael had helped Scar. I knew nothing of Vicente’s motivations. All I knew for certain was I would never see her again if I handed her over to Vicente, but that also meant I’d never know for sure that he got her away safely.

  All right, so I would proceed with caution with Michael.

  “Meet?” I texted. If I was going to do this, I wanted to meet with him first, alone.

  “When? Where?”

  I typed the GPS coordinates of a nearby location, along with 9 am and tomorrow’s date.

  “I’ll be there.”

  It just felt too easy. I had to ask. “Catch?”

  “No money. I want your contacts. Every. Single. One.”

  Hmm. That might explain it. And knowing what the man had to gain put me more at ease. Perhaps this was why Michael had not perished in the fire that had burned down Filipe Ruiz’s estate. He wasn’t satisfied taking out a handful of guards and nobodys. He wanted to kill them all.

  He’d never succeed—for every monster who died, two would rise up to take his place—but I couldn’t help but commend the effort. Too bad the new vigilante wouldn’t make it anywhere close to the top before he was taken out.

  I would get there though. I was going to stand face-to-face with Mateo Lopez, and then I was going to blow his brains out. Maybe I’d give Mateo Michael’s regards.

  “Deal.”

  That was it. In exchange for betraying everything I’d known for the past ten years, Scar would be safe. It was an easy trade. Maybe too easy. I should have felt some remorse for offering up the lives of men I’d known for a long time, but I didn’t. They deserved to die just as much as I did.

  Now all I had to do was make Scar understand this was the only way. I felt like shit for lying to her, making her think I was confident I’d be joining her when it was over, but it wasn’t a complete lie, I reasoned. It was entirely possible I’d survive this. It just couldn’t be a priority.

  There was no chance she’d be able to follow me tomorrow without a car of her own, but I wouldn’t put it past her to try. I’d have to make sure she was restrained before I left the house—not an entirely unpleasant prospect. OK…not an unpleasant prospect at all. And after how well her most recent session in restraints had gone, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I smiled evilly. At least this part was going to be fun. Well, it was going to be exquisite torture for her. But fun for me.

  The rest of the day passed too quickly. As much as I was anxious to meet with Michael, and looking forward to what I had in mind for Scar, I was still painfully cognizant of how little time we had left. I’d tried to savor every second, waking her from her nap with my lips on her thighs. I breathed in her scent, and when her eyes were wide open, I delved in and committed the intoxicating taste of her to memory. In my head, I recorded the sight of her writhing beneath me and the sounds she made as my tongue drove her higher. And I decided that the last memory I would play before I died would be of her coming for me—her slim hands in my hair, her cries filling the air and her eyes alight with fire and love.

  Over and over again, we brought each other to climax, giving and taking as if we both knew these were the last memories we would ever get to make. When morning came and I awoke to her lips sliding over my cock, I was anxious and hesitant at the same time—not about the blow job. That, I was fine with. And I was immensely looking forward to what I would do to her in a few short hours. But after that…

  I refused to think about it. Not yet. Instead, I focused on Scar’s talented, little tongue as it circled the sensitive ridge of my cock. My hips jerked, and it was all I could do to resist the urge to force her mouth down lower. Then again, why the fuck was I resisting?

  I wrapped my hand in her hair and pushed her down slowly. Her lips opened wide and I could feel her tongue continuing to move against me as I lowered her further. Inch after inch until I felt her throat constrict around the tip. Fuck, her mouth felt good.

  On the second plunge, she wrapped her hand around the base as much as she could and pumped it in rhythm with her mouth. So good.

  I watched her work my cock to the back of her throat over and over again. I couldn’t think of a hotter sight to start the day. But as tempting as it was to let her continue and watch her throat work as she swallowed every drop I gave her, I wanted to fuck her even more. Instead of pulling her up on top of me though, I wanted to see her cross the distance.

  “Come here, Pet.”

  She released my cock reluct
antly and crawled up my body, her hips swaying and her nipples grazing across my flesh as she kept her body low. It seemed my temptress had learned a lot. But she didn’t get the chance to keep up her teasing because the second she’d crawled far enough, I grabbed hold of her hips and thrust up into her tight, wet heat. So fucking good.

  She seemed a little pale, but when one of her hands splayed across my chest and the other moved to her clit, I chalked it up to the lighting and focused my attention on her wicked fingers, moving in provocative circles over her clit.

  “Give me your breasts,” I demanded after a moment.

  Between the two of us, we had her pussy covered. Her nipples though, looked like they were in need of attention. When she arched her chest forward, I suckled one into my mouth, sucking hard and then grazing the taut peak with my teeth. She cried out and I could feel her finger moving faster on her clit. I switched to her other nipple and her cries grew louder.

  “Yes, Master. God yes, please harder.”

  I was happy to oblige, ramming in deep while I sank my teeth into her flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough that her body jerked and a long, low moan escaped her lips. Fuck, she was incredible.

  She sat down hard as she threw her head back and screamed. Her pussy spasmed around me but I held on just long enough to watch the intense waves of her orgasm rock her body.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come.” My balls drew up tight with one last thrust, and white-hot pleasure jolted through every part of me.

  She collapsed against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, thinking this was how I wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of my life…all four days of it.

  I was just about to roll her beside me when she darted right off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Apparently, it would be a good idea to let her pee before morning sex from now on.

  I stood, intending to get dressed and see to breakfast when the sounds coming from the bathroom had me darting in after her.

  What I saw made me freeze on the spot.

  8

  Derek

  My fucking pathetic paralysis only lasted a second. It was a shitty thing to do, but horror and anguish had stayed my feet.

  Now though, I was kneeling behind her, pulling her hair back and stroking her healing back.

  Crouched over the toilet, violent spasms rocked her naked body as she vomited everything she’d eaten yesterday…and maybe the whole week prior.

  I’d fucked up big time. Huge. Bigger than any fuck up before.

  When she’d been brought to me by Alejandro and Vito, I’d given her a combined contraceptive injection to make sure she didn’t end up pregnant. One month. The shot was good for one month. It had been more than a month before I’d fucked her that first time in the motel room, which meant the injection had long since worn off by then.

  But that wasn’t the worst part. Not by far. It would have been bad enough to send her away while I went to die, knowing she was carrying my child. That would have been heart-wrenching. But it was much, much worse than that because if the injection had worn off when we’d had sex, it most certainly hadn’t been doing a god damned thing to protect her from the fuckers who’d raped her.

  She wasn’t sick. It wasn’t the flu, and she hadn’t eaten anything that had done this to her.

  Scar was pregnant.

  Who had fathered the child, I had no idea, and there was a decent chance I wasn’t going to be alive long enough to find out. And she’d have to deal with it on her own. Fuck. Yet again she was going to suffer because of me. If I’d never had her abducted…if I’d even just used my fucking brain and been smart enough to keep up with her birth control injections, she wouldn’t be dry heaving into the toilet now.

  Eventually, she leaned back against me, exhausted. I sat back on the cold floor and wrapped my arms around her.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I must have eaten something…”

  Oh hell, she didn’t know why she was sick. She didn’t know, and she was fucking apologizing to me. I debated telling her—of course, she had a right to know—but I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to get ready to leave, and I wasn’t going to dump this on her and drive away. So, I’d tuck the information away for now. Just until I returned.

  “There’s no reason for you to apologize, Pet.” Understatement of the century. “I’ll help you back to bed.”

  I carried her there, but by the time I laid her down, color was already returning to her cheeks. She looked ninety percent better by the time I’d dressed, and it seemed almost foolish to insist she lay there and rest when I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

  “I’m feeling much better, Master. I could help with breakfast…if you’d like.”

  “Tomorrow. I’ll have you cook breakfast for a change then if you’re feeling up to it.”

  She nodded, but already she was beginning to look restless. Since I was short on time though, I strode out of the room and tried not to think about anything but the meeting with Michael today. I couldn’t let anything distract me, not when Scar’s life, and now the life of an unborn child, depended on what arrangements I could make.

  Unfortunately, Scar was not aware of the day’s agenda—obvious by the sight that greeted me when I returned to the room. She’d shoved off the covers I’d draped over her. Her hair spilled like a fiery halo around her on the pillow and her arms were stretched high above her head. Her naked body was positioned at a slight angle toward me, displaying every one of her tantalizing curves. With one of her knees bent, I could just barely see her deep pink clit, and I felt the urge to spread her thighs open wide so I could see every inch of her.

  I dropped the tray on the night table, pleased I’d had enough thought not to drop it on the floor. But a small, irritating voice in my head reminded me I didn’t have time for this. I was so tempted to ignore it, but then the idea I’d planned to keep Scar out of trouble while I was gone came to mind. Yeah, I could delay my own gratification for that.

  Grabbing one of the untouched boxes I’d picked up at the post office that first day here, I strode to the bed, already envisioning her sexy body trussed up like it was about to be. Opening the box, I pulled out several long lengths of rope first. I took one of her wrists with an evil smile and stretched her arm toward the post at the top of the bed. A knot around her wrist and one around the post would keep that arm secured where I wanted it. I repeated the restraint with her other arm.

  Heat and trepidation filled her expression and my cock throbbed to my heartbeat. I adjusted myself and then moved to the end of the bed. This time though, when I’d knotted the rope around her ankle, I lifted the rope and secured it higher on the post to keep her leg up off the bed. When I’d secured her other ankle the same way, I stepped back to survey my work. She looked sinfully enticing, tied spread eagle with her open and elevated legs providing an uninhibited view of her pussy and anus. So fucking sexy.

  I debated telling her I’d be going out but decided against it. I didn’t want her worried about being left alone in the house. Firstly, I didn’t have a choice. And secondly, nothing was getting in here. What she didn’t know was that the glass on the exterior of the house was bulletproof glass, and in the rare chance the security alarm to the house was ever tripped, the bedroom where she was currently restrained would lock down like a panic room.

  So instead, I said, “I have a few things to tend to but don’t worry Pet, I wouldn’t leave you here bored while I’m busy. You’ll be quite occupied.”

  She nodded, and though she still looked more than a little nervous, her eyes were filled with arousal, and with her legs wide open, I could see the wetness that was making her pussy gleam in the sunlight.

  Bringing the box with me, I grabbed the butt plug and lube from the night table before sitting down next to her, just below her hips.

  “You remember this, don’t you?” I held it up for her to see and proceeded to drench it in lube while she watched.

  Her muscles had gone taut, but she remained silent. T
hough she’d obviously derived a substantial amount of pleasure from having a toy in her ass, she still seemed uncomfortable with the premise. I’d have to remember to question her about that later. For now, though, I leaned back so I could watch as I pressed the slippery head against her rosebud hole. Her muscles were still tense, so I used my free hand to rub her clit, hard and fast, and it distracted her quickly.

  As soon as her muscles had relaxed, I shoved the plug in an inch. She gasped and her body tried to push it out, but I kept up with slow, even pressure on the plug while rubbing her clit faster. In less than a minute, she’d taken the whole thing, and she was moaning and writhing in pleasure.

  Leaving the toy in her ass, I released her clit and grabbed the last part of my plan from the box. She eyed it dubiously, and I couldn’t blame her. Three small, padded clamps, each one protruding from a wire, attached to a single wire that ran into a control box. Yes, I’d planned for everything when I placed all those orders from the hotel. I was a man who liked to be prepared.

  “These might be a little uncomfortable at first, but you won’t even notice that soon.”

  I opened the first clamp and teased one nipple into a hard peak. When I placed the clamp on it and let it grip her, she let out a small squeal. Her face confirmed it was nowhere near too much for her, so I kept going, teasing her other nipple and securing another clamp. Another little squeal, but her cheeks had begun to flush with her arousal.

  Picking up the third clamp, I held onto it for a minute while I tugged lightly on the wire between the clamps on her nipples. She moaned, but she was eyeing the clamp in my hand with wary confusion. I would have laughed if my cock hadn’t been throbbing beyond painfully now.