Trust: Betrayed (37 page)

Anyone can open the door at any moment.
Never had a man taken her like this, so hard, wild and dangerously.
Even wilder than at the greenhouse.
And she was loving every moment of it.

His labored breaths turned to soft groans as he moved in and out, harder, faster. “Come, Sophia.” Alistair shifted, pulling her backwards from the desk with him deep inside her. He grabbed her hand and put it on her clitoris. “Pleasure yourself.”

Pressure built, the ache of oncoming pleasure growing.

“Alistair,” she cried. “Harder, faster.” She was so close to her release and he pumped faster and harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her curved hip as the other tugged again at her hair to slant her mouth to better accommodate his invading tongue.

His lips muffled her scream, her whole body tensing as wave after wave of delight took control of it.

Alistair shoved forcefully inside her once more, grunting his climax through clenched teeth, crushing her on the desk with his torso as he relaxed on her back.

Moments later, he withdrew and composed himself. He cleaned her with his handkerchief, redressed her and arranged her dress while she recovered from the lethargy that always came over her in the aftermath.

“Alistair Connor,” she whispered.

Lifting her in his arms, he moved to the sofa with her on his lap. “You okay?”

“Mmmm,” she opened her yellow diamond eyes to stare at his forest green ones. Lazily, she lifted her arms and plunged her hands in his silky hair, pulling his head down to kiss him leisurely. “You are turning me into a wanton woman. I want more. I want something different.”

This gets better every day.
He laughed and murmured on her lips, “As you wish, my lady.”

Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse.

Friday, April 2
^nd
, 2010.

2.23 a.m.

Ethan stared gloomily out the window of his living room into the London night. His heart and soul were in complete turmoil.

He knew that what he felt for Sophia was not simply lust or a passing infatuation. He wanted her, yes. There was no doubt about it. However, it was not his libido that made him obsessed. It was love. But, he wouldn’t take what wasn’t willingly given and the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain.

He braced his forearm on the cold window and rested his forehead on it.
I should rid myself of this madness.
He looked up to the almost full moon as if hoping for an answer.
I just don’t know how.

The sound of the soft footsteps on the stairs reached him.

Barbara climbed down the last step and her eyes searched the moonlit room for Ethan.

He turned and saw her standing in the shadows, wearing a diaphanous black negligé.
I need Sophia.

His unfocused gaze was so frightening that Barbara froze and the room went deathly quiet for many seconds before she whispered, “Ethan?”

He shook his head as her voice took him out of his reverie. Sometimes, Ethan lost himself in a dark place within his mind. He cleared his throat and turned his back on her, waving her away, “Go back to sleep.”

Even though he was her employer, hearing the torment in Ethan’s voice hurt Barbara in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

“I woke up and you weren’t in bed,” she said barely above a whisper, approaching him. She hugged his waist and laid her head on his back. “It’s late, my dear. Come back to bed.”

Sophia had been the sweetest pleasure he had ever tasted, but having had her and knowing she was now forbidden to him, worst still because of his own bad choices, was an agony beyond any wound he could receive.

As Ethan turned and crushed Barbara’s lips in a hot kiss, his last coherent thought was that he needed Sophia back in his life.

Ells Hall.

Friday, April 2
^nd
, 2010.

7.03 p.m.

The party dismounted and tethered their horses to trees in the clearing. The forest was bathed in the last rays of the sun. The sunset in that part of Northumberland was a sublime spectacle; the mist, the colors and the changing light were a wide field for Sophia’s romantic imaginings.

Everyone was carrying rifles, but Sophia. She had declined, as she had never shot before.

“This way, Sophia,” Alistair said in a low voice. “They usually appear near the stream.”

“Watch your step. It’s a bit slippery,” Lachlann murmured and immediately Alistair grabbed her hand.

They walked silently through the woods until they reached a good spot to observe the stream, a small hilltop just above it. Moments passed and a young deer appeared to drink.

Sophia peeked at Alistair.

He shook his head and murmured, “A halfling.”

A few minutes later, his stance changed abruptly, and he mouthed to Leonard that was a few feet away with Alice, “Mine.”

A striking buck had emerged from behind some trees. His antlers were rather opened and straight, with the fourth and fifth tines forming a crown giving him a regal aura. His hide glinted dark red under the last sun rays that peeked through the trees.

Alistair positioned his rifle until his hand curled around the stock. He placed his finger on the trigger and took aim.

Icy prickles danced up Sophia’s spine. She glanced over at the others, tendrils of wariness clinging to her like a vine, sweat running down her back in spite of the cool weather.

The stag lifted his head from the stream, proudly raising it to its full height, and looked directly at her, his black, almond shaped eyes so endearing, so lovely that her heart constricted in her chest and her throat closed.

It was pleading. It was begging her to spare his life.

A male voice shouted loudly in her mind, ‘
Don’t lose hope, Sophia...’

Suddenly the sun set and she wasn’t in the woods anymore.

Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, Avenida Niemeyer.

Friday, February 29
^th
, 2008.

2.56 a.m.

Light rain was falling.

Streetlights flashed quickly by as Gabriel drove them home from São Conrado to Ipanema in their Porsche Cayenne.

Sophia looked at the clock on the dashboard.
Almost three in the morning.

It was late. She was tired but incredible happy. She took off her sandals and sighed.

Gabriel glanced at her and smiled, entwining his fingers with hers.

The bar-mitzvah had been cheerful and lively. They had danced the whole night long.

She put her head on the headrest and looked at the huge waves splashing on the rocks below.

The sky was dark; the waning moon nowhere to be seen.

She closed her eyes.

A very loud sound of brakes and crashing came in through the closed windows and a flash illuminated the night.

Abruptly, Gabriel released her hand.

The car swerved on the wet road and stopped.

Sophia opened her eyes, scared.

In front of them two black cars were blocking the road, six men all dressed in black armed with AR-15 rifles and .45 pistols stood outside.

Gabriel put the car in reverse, but before they could escape, he slammed on the brakes again.

Sophia looked back and her whole body froze. The car driven by their bodyguards had crashed against the rocky wall and was on fire. And two other black cars had appeared behind them, impeding their progress.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped.

More armed men got out of the cars.

Gabriel took both her hands in his and squeezed as he spoke quietly, looking into her eyes, “Don’t panic, Sophia.”

“Oh, Gabriel,” she heaved, her whole body filled with dread. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t leave the car, Sophia. Don’t leave the car. Everything will be okay.”

The men advanced on the Cayenne, surrounded it and took aim.

Gabriel pressed the speaker and said, “I’ll leave the car in peace. Don’t shoot.”

“Please, don’t go. Please, Gabriel, please,” Sophia begged him in a scared whisper.

“The armor will never hold against that kind of ammunition, Sophia.” He opened the door slowly and got out of the car, arms raised.

The men crowded closer around the car and one of them holstered his gun, yanked her door open and ripped her out of the car, shouting for her to stay quiet. He dragged her behind him in the direction of the cars.

She freaked out and struggled.

The man turned and slapped her hard, splitting her lip.

Without thinking, she flung her knee high and hit the man squarely on the groin, sending him screaming away.

He cursed foul words and shot her.

Once.

Twice.

Three, four times.

The first bullet missed her, but the second hit the center of her left upper arm and she staggered to the side. The third one tore a few inches lower through the outside of the same arm, and she fell.

“Sophia!” Gabriel yelled and ran to her just to be held back by two huge men.

She fell on the pavement, clutching her bloodied arm. Another man pulled her up by the hair. She stood unsteadly and stumbled, dragging behind, but it didn’t stop his firm stroll to the cars.

“Please, don’t, please,” she screamed, pleading with him, but the kidnappers just laughed and sneered.

“Stop. Stop! You are making a mistake,” Gabriel shouted for them. “I’m worth more than she is! My ransom will be bigger.”

The guy dragging Sophia halted and turned slowly.

“She is already shot and will surely die without medical attention. You won’t receive a cent.”

The man looked at Gabriel and back to the others. “He’s right.”

“Take me instead,” Gabriel shouted again. “Release her.”

The criminals started a heated argument, but concluded that Gabriel’s alternative was better.

“No. Gabriel! No.”

Sophia was flung violently on the ground and the man kicked her ribs and middle calling her lewd names. She stayed down on the wet tarmac, crying and hugging her arm. “Gabriel, please! No!”

They started to haul Gabriel toward the two cars at the rear but he managed to free himself and rushed to Sophia’s side, dropping to the ground on his knees.

“I love you, I love you.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. “You’re the best thing that happened in my whole life.”

Sophia grabbed his wet shirt, sobbing, imploring to him, “Don’t go with them, please. Let them take me.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” another man laughed and pulled Gabriel from Sophia.

“Help! Someone help us,” Sophia screamed and received another hard kick in the ribs.

“Don’t lose hope, Sophia,” Gabriel shouted as two men hauled him into a car and zoomed away as she struggled to crawl back to the Cayenne.

“Help!”

Sophia collapsed on the ground before she managed to reach the door. The rain increased and she watched as rivulets of her diluted blood ran down the sloping avenue.

Sobbing, Sophia embraced darkness, falling, falling in an endless abyss.

Ells Hall.

Friday, April 2
^nd
, 2010.

7.17 p.m.

When Sophia opened her eyes again, she saw forest green eyes looking worriedly at her.

She heard someone crying and realized it was her. She was wet all over and she shivered in the chilly air.

She was gripping her left arm with so much force her nails were digging into the flesh. A soft delicate hand was drying the tears on her face. She looked around trying to make sense of where she was.

A beautiful red-haired woman with green eyes was kneeling beside her and she was in the arms of a dark-haired handsome man with the same green eyes. She knew she had said something, but couldn’t hear above the ringing sound in her ears.

A wet and cold handkerchief appeared in the hand of another man who crouched beside the woman and pressed it to the side of her head, above her ear.

That hurts.
She winced.
Gabriel! Where is Gabriel? I need to know.

She asked them, but they didn’t seem to understand what she had said. She tried again in English.

The man with green eyes asked her something, but she couldn’t hear him.

She shook her head and feeling dizzy, closed her eyes, resting her head on his broad, warm chest.
Gabriel! I have to find Gabriel
.

“Who brought the flashlights?” Leonard answered.

“They are in my backpack, Leonard.” Lachlann answered and Leonard immediately opened it and grabbed two flashlights.

Lachlann illuminated the side of Sophia’s head and examined her blood-matted hair.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“I don’t think she’ll need many stitches. Three or four, probably. Let me get this cleaned.” He handed the flashlight to Alice and went to the stream to wash his handkerchief, returning with it soaking wet. He wrung it above the wound, letting the water wash the blood away and lightly wiped her head and then he noticed her shoulder was hurt too. He tried to clean the wound but stopped as Sophia moaned, “Don’t. It hurts.”

“What did she say?” Lachlann looked at Leonard.

“That it hurts. She is talking in Portuguese. It’s similar to Spanish. I can understand some but not everything.”

“Sophia,” Alice called, softly caressing her face. “Please, Sophia, talk to us.”

Sophia opened her eyes, but they were unfocused. She blinked a few times and the focus returned. She stared into Alistair’s eyes. “They took Gabriel.”

“Gabriela? No, Gabriela is safe,” Leonard said to her and looked at Alistair, concerned, “I think she hit her head hard. Talk to her. See if she recognizes you.”

They kept asking her questions, to no avail. She continued to speak in a mix of Portuguese, English and French and it was clear she didn’t recognize them.