Unbuckling my seatbelt, I make my way to the back of the private jet and enter the bedroom. This is yet another present from Alain. A private jet, for fuck’s sake. The thing is all smooth cream leather, and glossy teak hardwood. You can see your face in most of the interior. I know because I’ve tried. It’s not huge, but it’s comfortable. There are six over-sized armchairs, and a lounge area with a massive surround sound cinema screen. There is a small bar and kitchen at the front, next to the cockpit, and a bedroom at the rear, complete with an en-suite shower room.
I can’t help but wonder how long ago my brother wrote his will. It’s no secret we weren’t best of friends near the end. I could hardly bear to look at him, and he treated me like shit. I was made to carry out all of his dirty work for him, and if I didn’t, the man plagued me with all sorts of nastiness. He’s the reason I can take far more pain than is good for me, and I swear the bastard enjoyed watching me suffer. As far as twin brothers go, he sucked. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness or compassion anywhere in his body. The same could be said of my father. My family ruled the underworld, and they were vicious bastards. The only person who showed me any kind of compassion was James, and now even he’s turned traitor. I still remember the words he said to me when Lois was strapped upside down in a tank of freezing cold water, fighting for her life back at Lavande.
“As soon as I can get myself away from here, she’s yours. You can have her. I won’t stand in your way.”
I remember my reply, too.
“I’ll hold you to that, James. I’ve never wanted a woman in my life more than I want Lois. She can handle me. I need her.”
He had a condition for me, of course.
“You’re only having her if you figure out a way to dispose of your brother. I won’t let the pair of you use her as bait in your twisted little games. If that’s the case, I’ll kill you both by whatever means necessary.”
Well, Alain is gone, but I still don’t have the girl. James has stolen her from right under my fucking nose and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Is he purposely avoiding me? If he is, he can’t hide forever. Of course, there’s always the possibility that he doesn’t know I’m alive, so perhaps I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe all this nastiness can be avoided with a simple photo of Ione naked, tied up, and crying in the corner somewhere. Shit. Where did that come from? Are you going soft in your old age, Adrien? Oh, the shame.
I snort. James knows I’m alive. While he doesn’t work for Sharkey anymore, he’ll certainly be working in intelligence somewhere. There won’t be much that gets by him. It’s also rather strange that I can’t get in contact with him. His number has been changed, he is no longer at his usual address, and he hasn’t visited his usual haunts in forever. I know because I’ve had them watched. The man has simply vanished into thin air, as has Lois. It’s about time they reappeared and faced the music. The music, by the way, is fucking dark, deadly and desperate. I am not going to be fucked over again. He can give me back what’s been promised, or there’ll be a shit loud of trouble. I still have contacts. All I need to do is click my fingers and someone will come running to kill him. While that thought is tempting, I still need to find him first. Come out, come out, wherever you are, you fucking coward. I’m waiting for you.
Opening the door to my bedroom, I cheer myself up from the blackest depths of despair by letting my eyes admire the sleeping form of my captive. My features immediately soften. Ione is exquisitely beautiful, even in sleep, and there’s a part of me that is very much looking forward to fucking her. When I took her, I hadn’t planned to go down that route. Now that I’ve seen her, though, there is no question I’ll play with her. There is no point denying myself the delights of that perfect porcelain skin, and I know that when she’s naked and helpless in front of me, there won’t be an ounce of self-control left in my body. Torturing people turns me on. I have mentioned I’m a sadist, right? Thought so. I’m the kind of guy that loves sucking on tears while inhaling cries of torment and misery. There will be plenty of those in the next few hours, and my cock is going to be up and ready for some serious attention as soon as he hears them. Let’s hope Ione can keep up. Although my fingers will inflict countless atrocities upon the girl, I will give it back to her tenfold in pleasure. There’s not much I can do to make up for being a colossal asshole, but maybe an orgasm or two will help take her mind off things. It will make me feel a little better, anyway.
Ione chooses that moment to try and turn over in her sleep. The movement draws my eyes to her lithe body, which is currently covered in a long satin slip. It seemed wrong to leave her naked, although she will be in a few hours’ time and she’ll have to get used to it. I can let her have a little dignity for the ride over, though. Muttering into the pillow, she tries again to turn over with no success, and whimpers for a moment. This is because I’ve secured both of her hands above her head with soft nylon rope. I’m not taking any chances with her after the fiasco at the hospital. She’s already proven that she is an exceptionally resourceful lady, and it’s up to me to make sure there are no more hiccups. If I let her escape, I’ll never see either James or Lois ever again, so that’s reason enough to be careful.
As I watch her, she seems to get more and more restless. It’s almost as if she knows there are a pair of eyes upon her. Perhaps she’s caught up in some kind of nightmare? I’m reluctant to disturb her because she’ll be catapulted back into a real-life one as soon as she wakes, and she’s not going to thank me for it.
Settling down on the bed next to her, careful not to touch her, I lie my head back on the silky Egyptian cotton and inhale the scent of fresh sheets. This time tomorrow, everything will be over. Lois will be back where she belongs, and Ione can go back to taking care of sick children. She will hate me for the rest of her life, but she will be alive and unharmed and there’s a lot to be said for that. While she will probably have a few scars from her time with me, she won’t carry anywhere near as many as I do. Within a year or two, she’ll be fine. She’ll move on with her life and she’ll settle down with a nice doctor who will take good care of her and give her lots of babies. At least, that’s what I would do. What the hell, Adrien? Where did that come from? The last few days are starting to mess with my head. Intense sex sessions, revenge, and drugs are not a good mix. Perhaps it’s time to kick back and relax.
The next thing I know, my eyes are blinking open against the glare of sunlight, and a pair of turquoise blue ones are staring straight at me. They look mad. Oh goody.
“Morning, princess. How are you feeling?” Stretching out, I yawn. This bed is damn comfy. It’s unusual for me to doze off, but also a welcome relief. At least I don’t feel as bad as I did earlier.
“Like an axe murderer has kidnapped me, tied me up, and is about to cause me unimaginable pain.” Her face is hard. She is not amused. That’s too bad because I am.
“FYI, I don’t use axes. They’re a pain to lug around and they’re too messy. If you annoy me, I’ll either shoot you, or poison you.” The smile that tugs around my lips is mean, but she started this.