LOGINWhen I woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, and I was alone. No Doctors, no nurses and especially no Killian. I moved my limbs tentatively, and although there were a few twinges here and there, nothing was broken, and I didn't appear to have any stitches. Slowly, I pulled myself into a sitting position and looked around; apart from the steady beep-beep of the machines, the room was silent and empty. I did not hesitate; removing the cannula, I pulled the plug on the machines, silencing them all. Slipping out of the bed, I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. Dressing quickly, I was out of that room as fast as my legs could carry me, keeping to the shadows. I found an exit door at the back of the Medical Centre, probably used for deliveries, and then I was out in the late afternoon sunshine. I knew the score by now and moved as fast as I could around the perim
I walk back into the CCTV rooms to find my guards playing cards, drinking whisky and smoking weed. They are completely oblivious to the drama playing out behind them on their TV screens.'Oh, she's having a bit of a tantrum, Pres, throwing things around a bit. She's probably calming down now she's been at it almost an hour.'One of them says, not in the least concerned, as my eyes take in the horror show behind him. 'Keane, get the Doctor to her room right away. Sean, get these four eejits out of my sight. I will deal with them later, if my wife survives.'I snarl, pressing the button to release the door to her room and racing down to get her as fast as my legs can carry me. I can see she is having a panic attack, something she has had before but which this time is clearly much more severe than anything I have ever witnessed. I reach the hidden room just as the TV topples forward and smashes through the huge floor-to-ceiling window I had deliberately sealed shut to prevent her escap
When I come out of the bathroom, he is gone, and the relief I feel is tangible. I know for a fact that if he had stayed, I would have given in to him. It had taken all of my strength to resist him, my traitorous body on fire from his touch. He knows how to play my body like a fine instrument, and he knows it. I crawl onto the bed and curl into the pillows, falling asleep almost instantly. At this point, I have no idea where he has me locked away, and when I wake, I feel disoriented and hungry, but I notice the sky is still light, so I slip out of bed and walk to the window. My heart starts to beat faster when I can see the window is sealed. Turning, I check the other one and find that it is sealed too, so when I see people walking down below me, I start banging on the glass. I notice a couple of people look up, and the confusion on their faces makes me panic.
She was waking up, and she was going to be really pissed at what I had done. I lay still beside her, enjoying the citrusy scent of her shampoo as I buried my nose in her long, silky hair. Although she had blacked out when she banged her head in the van earlier, the Doctor had said it was nothing serious, and all she'd suffer was a headache. I knew when she woke up fully she would try to pull away from me when she realised all she was wearing was her lacy bra and panties because I had removed her cocktail dress so she could sleep more comfortably. Of course, I wasn't wearing anything; I always slept naked, especially when I had my beautiful wife in my arms, who was not doing herself any favours by wriggling against my rock-hard cock. I felt her freeze as she came awake and almost instantly tried to pull herself out of my arms, but not this time. My arms locked around her like a vice, pulling her back against my chest.'Where do you think you are fucking going, wife?'Her snarl of rage o
I should have known the Bratva would use me like this.When I reached out to Alecsander using my father's name, they could not do enough for me at first, rescuing me from the Castle, putting me up in a luxury room at the Embassy and feeding me. He charmed me, and I should have been on my guard, but after everything that had happened to me, I was vulnerable, and he used that very quickly. I had only been there a couple of days when he told me about the Ball. I tried to refuse his invitation, but it soon became very clear to me that saying no is not an option. So, here I am, dressed up like a pretty doll, on the arm of the Ambassador, trying not to trip over my own feet as I am led down the stairs. I am their prize.
I had stared at the news screen as it refreshed over and over again.'Breaking news: 'Irish/American Billionaire Motorcycle Boss, Killian O'Hara, had been discovered in Galway after kidnapping his ex-wife, Tavisha Khushanov and bringing her here by force.''Pres, Pres, get to the main doors. We have intruders, and your little wife is with them.'Sean and Keane came racing into the TV room and together, guns drawn, we headed for the front door. There was no way I was letting Tavisha get away from me that easily. When we stepped through the doors, our guns trained on the man who was holding an umbrella, I was shocked to see the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow she was about to step into. Quickly, I challenged them and was shocked by the firepower that suddenly appeared. I knew right away what we were dealing with. Tavisha had turned to her roots; the Russian emblem
'Put me down, put me down, you fucking brute.'I kick and punch his broad back, but I am just a fly on top of a mountain; the guard completely ignores me until he reaches his boss's room, and I'm tossed onto a huge four-poster bed. 'Stay put, Brat.'He spits out, and then I hear them discussing me
I glare at Matteo, standing back and letting him speak. I knew he wanted Tavisha, but there was no way I was going to let him have her. To do so would be disrespectful to me, and he knows it, yet he still asks.'Datela a me, Santino. Voglio farla diventare la mia donna. Non è un giocattolo. Non è c
I look at the report from Dr Mancini placed on my desk more than an hour ago. I had deliberately forced myself not to pick it up for at least an hour. I had managed to avoid it for two, as I was bogged down with reports and spreadsheets; now I had a lull, and it was time to read what Mancini had to
I remember looking into Matteo's beautiful cornflower blue eyes and seeing the desire for me in them. I wanted to reach out to him, touch that magnificent chiselled chin, make him smile, make him kiss me. 'Dear God, I wanted him to kiss me again, and again, and again,'I saw his eyes darken, but t







