He puts his hand up, cups my face, and gently kisses me. My eyes instinctively close. âStace,â I breathe. I feel like Iâm about to break, this is too much. The intimacy I feel from him is too much. I need to hate him. How am I going to do this?As if sensing my fear, he whispers, âShh.âI screw up my face as we kiss.âThis has to stop,â he breathes.âI know.ââLast time,â he murmurs into my lips.I kiss him and feel myself lift off the floor. âOkay.âI look left, I look right. Itâs just past noon and the coast is clear.Stace has called a meeting about Vikinosâ visit next week. They need to get everything in ship shape. This is probably my only chance where everyone is preoccupied. The girls are up on top deck sunbathing, and all of the staff are on the maintenance level going through operations. I told everyone I was going to be sleeping.I walk along the rows until I get to the container I need and I take out the two keys. I donât know which one is which. I turn the first key and it
I havenât got time to hide them now. I need to get to the other container while they are all busy. I wonder how long this meeting is going for?The guns were the main thing I needed to get⊠now for the cherry on top.I walk back up onto the deck and glance around, seeing it is still deserted. I take out the other key and walk along the back row of the containers. This one is easier to go undetected, being right up in the back row. I open the lock and go through the same procedure and pull the door closed behind me.I blow out a breath as I turn my flashlight on. Fuck, itâs hot. Iâm sweating like a pig.Okay, what am I looking for?Statues.It said statue.There are boxes in this container, probably about twenty in total. I open the top one and find the box has been partitioned into twelve squares with cardboard. In each little square is a small pottery cat statue standing about fifteen centimeters tall. I go through the box and take them out one by one and shake them. Nothing. They al
He frowns. âWhat do you mean?ââWhy arenât you talking to me?ââI didnât know I had to.âI fold my arms angrily in front of me. âIs that so?âHe shrugs. âIâm going to hang with Chelsea tonight.â My eyes hold his. âIâm kind of bored in the same old cabin.â He pauses for a moment. âIf you know what I mean?âIf he had hit me in the stomach, it would have been less painful.âHook up with someone if you want,â he replies nonchalantly. âIâm sure someone else can get the job done.âI swallow the lump in my throat.That hurt.Of all the things he could say to me⊠the fact that he thinks Iâm a slut is the worst.I drop my head in shock. How do you even respond to that? I turn and walk away before he sees the tears that are welling behind my eyes.Iâm done.Stace.Standing still on the spot, I watch her walk down the hall away from me.I should feel something other than what I do. I should be elated to get rid of the conniving bitch, not remorseful.What I should be doing is hooking up with Che
âOkay, mate. Thank you. About a week, hey?ââYeah, speak soon.âHe hangs up, and I sit for a moment in the semi-lit office as I process her story. I shake my head in disbelief. Her boyfriend must be fucking batshit crazy to play up on her. Stupid prick. I think for a moment. I need to get her off this ship before Vikinos arrives. I donât want her here after the shit goes down. I sit back in my chair and blow out a deep breath.What do I do?I bite my thumbnail and think for a moment. I do need a new part for the engine. Although itâs not urgent, I could pretend it is. I turn on my computer and type an email.Columbia Docking SecurityPermission requested to port for 48 hours for unscheduled urgent engine maintenance.I look forward to your reply.Mac.I walk into the cabin to find Rosh laid facing the wall with her back to me, the desk lamp on and the room dimly lit.âHi,â I wait for her reply, but it doesnât come. She stays silent.I can tell she is awake. Unsure what to say, I take
âShe was so beautiful,â she whispers. âThe one person who I could always trust.âI donât know what to say, so I stay silent, and after about ten minutes I reply, âWhat did he do to you?ââNothing, he just took me to get back at her for leaving him. I was taken to a hotel by two of his men.âI frown. âHe has men?ââHe does now. In the beginning it was just him, but now he has help. They took me to a hotel and he was going to pick me up in a few days, but fortunately for me someone got murdered in the room next door so the police came and did random searches of all the rooms. They found me and put me into the witness protection program.âI frown as I look over at her. God, this is not what I was expecting. âAnd you became Roshelle Myers?ââYes.ââYou have always been alone?ââYes,â she replies, monotone. âI used to have this perfect little scenario in my head. It used to get me through the hard days.ââLike what?âShe smiles. âI was out to dinner with my mom and my dad at an expensive r
âC-could you not have picked a worse photo?â I stammer. âOh, thatâs woeful.â I scan down at the name Rebecca Williams.He gave me his surname, although he doesnât know that I know what it is.âRebecca?â I ask.He shrugs as if embarrassed. âI canât really imagine you with a name not starting with R.ââWhere did Williams come from?ââI just like it, thatâs all,â he replies casually.I smile broadly. âItâs a nice name.â I narrow my eyes at the photo again and I wince. âGod, thatâs hideous.âHe takes it from me and studies it with a sarcastic smile covering his face. âThatâs not so bad?âMy eyes widen. âNot so bad? Itâs fucking evil.âHe laughs out loud and itâs a sound that permeates through my bones. âIt is a bit evil looking, if Iâm honest.âMy mouth drops open in shock that he just said that. âYou are no gentleman. You could at least pretend itâs a good shot.âHe drops his hand to my behind. âI never said I was a gentleman.âI look up at him and itâs there againâthe electricity zappin
âNo, of course not.â He subtly points to the driver with his chin.I glance up at the driver as his eyes flick up to us in the rear view mirror.Shit. I turn and look out the window in annoyance. You canât even trust a fucking cab driver. The trip is long, over an hour, but I donât mind. Iâm hanging out the window like a dog, lapping up the scenery. The place is colourful and alive⊠so different to anywhere I have ever been before.With every mile farther away from the ship we get, I feel a little more of my positive self return.Iâm doing this.Iâm really doing this. I have a fake passport, the means to have a lot of money and possibility to go anywhere I want in the world unencumbered.I have never felt so free and I am finding it hard to wipe the stupid grin from my face. As if reading my mind, Stace is looking over at me smiling, too.Can he feel how happy I am?Finally, after what seems like forever, we arrive and the cab comes to a halt. I peer out of the car as my bravery insta
What if he gets into trouble because of me?What if they kill him?Oh no, my mind starts to race. What if they do kill him? What if they torture him to death and think that he was in on this with me? No, they wouldnât. He would blame Stucco, thatâs what I would do. Someone was already stealing from the ship. The key went missing remember.Fuck.Should I fess up?No. Donât be stupid.The air in the room changes and I feel panicky and sick.I look over at his broad back as he stares down at the street lost in his own world. What is he thinking about?Is he onto me?I donât want him to take me shopping now. I want to get as far away from him as possible. I feel guilty. I know he is feeling somewhat guilty for letting them take me, throwing money at me and all. What if he knows I took it and he is setting a trap to see if I will really go through with it?Oh, I hate this. I am not cut out to be a fucking criminal.My thoughts are broken by his deep, husky voice. âCome on then.â He moves t
I bought him that black Ferrari that he loved so much. Funnily enough, he hardly ever drives it. Itâs a trophy car and a waste of money, if Iâm totally honest. Stace has started a development company. If he had his time again, he would have gone back into The Marines, but now that he has a criminal record, that wasnât an option. Heâs doing well and has four men working for him. Sometimes he flies a helicopter for fun on the weekend if he has the time.Like a whirlwind, they come through the kitchen back door. Seb is bouncing his basketball and Stace is carrying groceries in bags that they have just bought.âDada!â Molly screams in excitement and he laughs and scoops her up and spins her around in excitement.The ball bounces continually and I shake my head. What is it about ball bouncing that drives me so mad? âStop bouncing that ball, please, Seb,â I call.âYeah, okay,â he replies from the lounge room as he turns on the television.Stace puts Molly down and she runs off to play with
I open the blue, arch-shaped door and we walk inside. The flooring is tiled in all different shades of green in big diamond shapes, and the walls are a warm terracotta colour. It is the epitome of South America and exactly why I wanted this house when I first looked at it.Itâs warm, earthy, and inviting.âThis is the lounge room.â I gesture to the lounge room and we walk through the hallway. âThis is the kitchen.âHe looks around the timber kitchen and smiles. âWhere is the laundry?â he asks.âOh, through here.â I walk through the hallway and show him the laundry and he looks around. His dark eyes come back to my face.âWhere is our bedroom?âNerves flutter through me. Itâs been a long time. âUpstairs,â I whisper.He takes me by my hand, leads me back to the staircase, and we continue upstairs.âLast door on the right,â I murmur.He puts the puppy down and walks me up the hall to our bedroom. His eyes scan the space.Thereâs a large bed with white linen and timber furnishings. Itâs s
Stace nods as he drags me to my feet, his hand holding my jaw the way he wants me and his tongue caressing my lips.Oh God, Iâve missed this.âWe need to go home,â he whispers.âDiamonds.â I smile as I wrap my arms around his broad muscular shoulders. Heâs much bigger than he was before.He walks me backwards until I am up against the wall, his hands on my face, his hard length up against my stomach. âI couldnât care less about the diamonds,â he breathes into my mouth. âItâs you that I want.âHis mouth drops to my neck and I close my eyes in pleasure as his whiskers dust my skin. We kiss again and heâs right, we really do need to get home. I could come on the spot.âDiamonds and home,â I breathe.He bends and picks up our new family member and we walk into the office and up to reception.âWe are here to empty our deposit box,â he says. He hands over his identification and I watch him. Heâs different. Harder, yet softer, if that makes sense. His body has changed from all of his weight
âI donât want you to deal with this alone.ââI have been alone my whole life.ââShelly,â he whispers sadly. âI fucked up, but I can fix it.ââItâs broken for good, Todd,â I whisper. âWe canât be fixed.âA knock bangs at the door. âHello, Shelly. My name is Erica and I am a psychologist. We had an appointment booked for this morning.âGrateful for the interruption, I smile. âYes, of course. Come in, please.âIâve been in rehab for two weeks. Itâs been six weeks since I was shot. I finally got the message through to Todd and he stopped coming to see me, although he still rings me every morning and night. The psychologist has diagnosed me with Stockholm syndrome, and so, for now, I am just playing along and agreeing with themSix long weeks since I lost the other half of me.Does he think about me all the time, like I do him? Sometimes I wake up and I feel like I wonât be able to survive another hour without him.Are they right?Am I crazy?It doesnât really matter anymore, I suppose, an
I am woken up by Todd. âGood morning, Shelly.â He smiles broadly.âHi.ââYou look better today. How are you feeling?ââFine.âI stare at him for a moment. I have to know. âWhat happened to the man?âHe frowns. âThat animal has been charged with your kidnapping and rape. He has been deported to Columbia for trial.âMy face falls.âI hope they give him the death sentence.ââHe didnât rape me.ââYes, yes, he did. His semen was found in a rape kit test carried out on you. DNA testing has come through.ââIt was consensual,â I snap.His face falls. âYou donât know what you are saying, angel.ââYes, I do.ââNo, you donât. You have been kidnapped and beaten into submission by that freak.ââHis name is Stace,â I snap. âDonât speak about him like that.âHis eyes meet mine.âIâm in love with him,â I whisper.He screws up his face. âYouâre not in love with him. He has brainwashed you. You are traumatized.ââIâm not in love with you.ââYes, you are,â he commands. âYou have been through a lot.ââIâ
A siren rings out from outside, and suddenly, after a commotion, ten policemen come storming through the doors in full swat gear.They run to me. âRoshelle.â The policeman unties me. âAre you okay?â He lifts his face to meet mine. âWhat happened?ââA man came in and shot him,â I whisper.âWhat man?â the policeman asks.âHe left in a car,â I whisper as my eyes find Stace.The hit men came through.I need to cover for them because they just saved our lives.Iinhale deeplyas I try to get comfortable. Iâm half asleep, groggy, and incoherent.âShelly,â a familiar voice whispers.I frown in the semi-lit room. Who is that?âShelly,â the voice whispers again. âCome back to me.âI frown as I drag my eyes open and the pain in my leg throbs. Itâs semi-dark, dusk, maybe. I glance around at my surroundings. Iâm in a hospital room.What? Where am I?âShelly. Oh my God. I thought I was going to lose you,â he whispers as he drops his head to rest on the bed.I frown. What the hell? âWhere?â I stop
Antonio looks out into the darkness of the factory and I can see his evil mind ticking.They know Iâm telling the truth⊠in a roundabout way.âThatâs why I went crazy on the day you were supposed to arrive. I knew that they were going to blame him for their crime.â I shake my head as I try to talk my way out of this. âI knew he had literally hours to live.ââHe still does.â My father sneers.âHe didnât do anything wrong. If anything, you owe him. He saved me from your animals. Heâs going to jail for a very long time. Leave him out of this,â I plead.Antonio glares into space. âBring Stucco to me.â He growls.âHeâs minutes away,â one of the other men replies. âHe just texted through.âAntonio and my fatherâs eyes meet again. I fiddle with the rope tying my hands behind my back as I try to subtly break free.âWalk the perimeter.â Antonio growls. Two men immediately walk outside to check our surroundings. He dials a number on his cell phone and he waits for an answer.âHello.âHe listens
âI want you to marry Antonio.âMy eyes hold his. I need to distract him long enough for her to run. âWhy?â I ask.He starts to pace again as he puts his hand behind his back. âI told you, Iâm dying.âCanât come soon enough.My eyes turn to the men around me. Six in total. Four I was in the car with, and then the two guards with guns. His bodyguards.I start to slowly look around for the exits. âWhy do you need me?â I ask.âI want to hand what I have worked so hard for down to my blood son.ââHe doesnât want your filthy money.âHis dark eyes hold mine, and he steps forward toward me. The fear rises in my throat. No matter how much training I have done, nothing can cure the fear I have of this monster.âYour son will take over the family business.ââI donât have a son.ââYet.â He smiles darkly. âBut you will.âI shake my head. âI would rather die than hand a child to you.âHe smiles. âAnd you will as soon as I get my child.âFear starts to close my throat. âYouâre pathetic, can you hear
My blood starts to simmer, and with renewed fury I stand and turn the handle to get back out onto the floor.Locked.Fuck it.I stare at it for a moment, knowing I have to go to the bottom to get out. My adrenaline starts to pump. I am going to have one of two welcoming parties.The police or Vikinosâ men.I want the men. I want my revenge and Iâm going to fucking get it.Iâm furious. I glance at the time on my phone. The police should be here within fifteen minutes to pick Rosh up, hopefully sooner, and then I can start my attack.With Rosh safe and out of harmâs way, I can go back to the original plan. I start to jog down the steps. We are on the tenth floor, so it is a fair way down. Two flights down I hear a noise in the level underneath me and I stop on the step. I peer over the handrail as I try to see whatâs coming up the stairs.Bang, bang. Clatter.I frown. What is that? I lean over the rail again and see a maintenance man cleaning the rail and I pick up the pace. I jog down