by Alix Labelle
When they had furnished the bedroom, Raine had begged Antony for a four-poster bed, something she had wanted for years. Needless to say, he was more than happy to oblige her and the large, oak behemoth had been fitted bespoke. Raine clapped the cold steel round her left wrist then did the same with her right, making sure she had the post on her corner in between her arms.
Celine also did as she was told, sniffing now that she had stopped crying.
Once they had both secured themselves, Carson approached and tightened the cuffs, making Raine flinch, as she had left hers as loose as possible, pinching her skin. He then took a seat in the large armchair they had in one corner of the room and sighed deeply as if he had managed to complete a strenuous activity.
Raine took the opportunity to study the man who had been fiercely loyal to Antony, his driver and bodyguard. Weirdest of all was his hair, it had been almost white the last time she had seen him, although he wasn’t particularly old.
He must have dyed it for some reason.
He was also a great deal thinner than before, not that he had been fat, but he had always given off the impression of being bulked with muscle under the slate gray uniform he wore. Now, however, he looked tired and worn, the skin on his face sagging and making hollows in his cheeks. His eyes drooped like half-closed blinds, and he stretched his legs out before him, apparently intending to go to sleep.
Don’t let him sleep, Rainey. Keep him tired and awake, and he might just fuck something up.
“So what’s this all about then, Carson?” she asked him in a tremulous voice.
His eyes opened and swung to fix on her with a hate and pain filled expression. “What’s this all about?” he growled. “What’s this all about?” He pretended to think, rolling his eyes up and pointing at an imaginary time line, his every action filled with sarcasm. “This is all about getting what’s owed to me. This is all payback for what the DuBenses did to me. It ain’t about you, or you.” He pointed at Celine. “This is all about me.”
“What did they do?” Raine wondered, trying to keep him talking.
“When your lover-man took himself off to be with you, they snatched me up right quick. Said there was no way I couldn’t have known about his little dealings on the side, and they were gonna punish me for betraying the family. I told them I ’got no idea what their little golden boy done, but they didn’t believe me. Can you get that? So there I was, stuck in a room at Chez DuBesne, armed guards and bars on the door, like I was some kind of prisoner.” He scratched his head. “All because of little Tony.” He pointed at Raine. “And you of course. He was a different fella once he started banging you.”
“We tried to find you,” Raine said, flinching when Carson trained the revolver on her.
“Don’t lie to me, bitch!” he shouted. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“It is true, Carson.” Celine’s pleading tone echoed off the walls. “Antony was desperate to find you. We had private detectives looking for you, people tracking your bank and credit card accounts, even your phone to try and find you. Jackson has done nothing else for months. Call him, and you will see.”
Antony’s ex-driver turned thoughtful, as if he was connecting what she said with experiences he had been through.
“And you can get my laptop,” Raine said gently. “I’ve been trawling through social media pages and emailing anyone any of us could think of to try and find you,” she explained. “Go through my history and check my mailbox, you’ll see.”
“Even if that’s all true,” Carson said in a calmer tone, “I’ve still been on the run for five months. I got a daughter, you know that?” His eyes flicked from one to the other. “Sweetest little blond-haired ten-year-old you’d ever want to meet.” He smiled, thinking about her, “I had to move her and her momma, take her away from all her friends and everything she knew just to keep them DuBesnes from using her against me.”
Carson eyed both women with a speculative look. “I tell you what, I’ll call Jackson, but you do the talking.” He nodded at Celine. “If I hear one word out of place, one caught breath, even a hint of you trying to let him know I’m here, I’m gonna plug you in the knees.” He raised his eyebrows and nodded to make sure she understood.
Celine took a deep breath and nodded.
Carson grabbed her cellphone and sorted through the contacts, until he found the one he wanted then dialed it and put it on speaker.
A nasal voice with a generic mid-west accent answered.
“Jackson, Celine. How...”
There was a sigh from the other end.
“I know what you’re going to ask, Miss Moreaux, but these things take more time than on TV. I haven’t managed to uncover who has been calling the number you gave me this morning. Sorry.”
“Never mind,” Celine said in her aggressive business voice. “How is the hunt for Carson going?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Carson tensed, looking as if he was about to end the call and Celine’s chance of walking again, until Jackson sighed.
“I know this isn’t what you or Mr. DuBesne want to hear, but I’ve come to a complete blank wall on that. It’s as if the man doesn’t exist anymore. And...” He stopped himself.
“Tell me,” Celine commanded, still using her authoritative voice, even though she was shaking and her eyes were glued to the gun.
“Well, I don’t know if either of you were aware of it, but it turns out he’s got a daughter, one Sheryl-Ann Beauchamp...ah...mother’s name is Janine. They were living in a small town called Columbia, up in northern Louisiana.”
Carson’s eyes had gone wide and the hand holding the gun had gone limp.
“Ah, well it seems, Miss Moreaux, they’ve both gone missing, ah, without a trace.” There was an undertone of complete embarrassment in Jackson’s voice, as if he couldn’t accept the fact he and his men could not locate Carson or his family. “Hopefully it’s Carson that’s moved them. He seems like a resourceful man. My guy had a look round the house, where his daughter was, and said he couldn’t see any signs of a struggle, and it looked as if some kind of packing had taken place, so it looks as if Carson got there and managed to squirrel them away somewhere, possibly with counterfeit identities. They haven’t turned up at the mother’s parent’s house, and his folks are deceased, so that’s the only conclusion I can draw for now.”
Jackson cleared his throat and continued. “Ah, on to Carson himself, he’s like a ghost, Miss Moreaux. I’ve got tracking programs on his bank accounts, any phones associated with him, a track on his passport and driver’s license. I even checked his social security records, and there hasn’t been any activity on any of them for months. Ah, if it wasn’t for the discovery of his daughter and her subsequent disappearance, I’d have concluded he was dead, but these ex-navy types sometimes have a whole network of contacts, alternative persona’s and a resourcefulness you can’t begin to fathom. Ah, the bottom line is, if Carson doesn’t want to be found, we’re not going to find him. Sorry.” Jackson sounded so apologetic it seemed he was genuinely upset to have been foiled.
“Well, you have done your job, Jackson,” Celine said. “I will make sure Antony hears about this and carry on with your surveillance. Bon, farewell.”
“Goodbye,” Jackson said in the same, defeated sounding voice.
Carson’s eyes were red-rimmed, and he had laid the gun on top of her mother’s antique dressing table, one of the few things of Raine’s mother’s, which she had brought with them. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, and it looked as if he was about to cry. He reached into a small pocket in his jeans and pulled the handcuff key out, freeing both women who rubbed their wrists.
Celine got up and snatched her phone from his hand, her eyes ablaze with rage, and, to Raine’s surprise, slapped Carson hard across the face, the sound loud enough to echo through the room they were in.
“Did you really think we...Antony would just dump you like some piece of rubbish? Stupid man! It was almost like so
meone had died when he couldn’t find you. He grieved for you, chatte stupide!” She swore at him. “I am done with this.” She threw her hands up. “I hope Antony has you put in jail.” Celine’s French accent had grown stronger during her tirade. “I need a fucking drink.” She declared.
Raine had managed to get round behind Carson and grabbed the revolver, intending to take all the cartridges out and make the thing safe. As soon as she held the thing, however, the fear and anger he had made her feel, not just today but with the empty calls she had been receiving – she reasoned it must have been Carson – all came to the surface.
Carson turned as he heard the hammer ratchet backwards, the clicking sound horribly loud in the confines of the room, his eyes widened at first but then he straightened and faced her.
“That’s probably for the best,” he stated in a pathetic voice. “I don’t think I’d be any good serving time in prison anyway. Aim for the heart okay, right here.” He laid a fingertip on his chest.
Is he bluffing or does he really not care if I shoot him? I can’t imagine what the DuBesne family put him through to make him desperate enough to do something like this, but I do want him to feel as scared as I did today.
Raine’s hands were as steady as a rock when she laid her right index finger on the trigger and straitened her arms into a firing position. Celine had sat back on the bed, wide-eyed and pale-faced in expectation of the murder she was about to witness, and put a hand over her mouth.
“Raine,” she whispered. “Do you know what you are doing with this gun?”
Without ever taking her eyes off Carson, Raine answered her.
“Born and raised in Texas, baby. Course I know what I’m doing.” She watched as Carson swallowed and took that as her cue to point the Smith and Wesson at the ceiling before putting the hammer back down slowly and flipping the cylinder open.
With an ease borne of practice she slowly rotated the cylinder, removing all seven cartridges from the pistol before closing it again. “It ain’t even worth it.” Raine muttered in her native accent. “I just wanted you to go through a little of what you put us through.” Carson hung his head.
“I never knew you was looking for me.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “All I knew was Antony had gone. After all the years I spent with him, it felt like he was my son, or we was close at least. Then he was just gone, and them DuBesne’s, they got hold of me, said they was gonna find my kid and make her pay if I didn’t tell them what I knew.”
Carson’s voice grew hoarse as he added, “But I never knew nothing.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “I’m so tired. And sorry.” He looked a Celine. “I shouldn’t have thought you people left me behind.”
Raine felt pity for him then, and she saw how desperate he had been to come there with a gun, but she also knew something else.
“Why didn’t you just ask?” she said.
Carson looked puzzled. “Ask?”
She nodded.
“When you were making all those calls here and then hanging up, you could have said who you were at any time, and I would have told you everything, how we were looking for you, how we wanted you to come back, all of it.”
Carson’s face had changed to something she might see on a child ’who’d been caught playing with fireworks.
“I never thought of that,” he admitted sheepishly.
Raine grunted a laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation and relief it was over, combined with his expression made it worse. She laughed again and again, eventually falling into the chair Carson had vacated and holding her belly as she roared laughter.
“Oh, I’m gonna pee!” she squeaked, and Celine chuckled too setting Raine off again. “Stop, it hurts.” She begged.
Even Carson had a sad smile on his face.
Once the pair had finally calmed down, Carson looked at them both. “You’d better be calling the police.”
Raine sighed. “No Carson,” she said in a decisive voice. “You’re going into the guest room to get some sleep. We can sort all this out in the morning.”
He looked at her for a long time and nodded gratefully.
Raine heard the front door open then slam as she quaffed some more powerfully strong coffee. She had called Antony after putting Carson to bed, making sure to tell him what had happened and how the situation had been defused.
Now she stood as he stormed through the hallway and into the kitchen, not even pausing as he caught sight of her standing there, unharmed.
She smiled as he crossed to her, his heels clicking on the marble floor, and wrapped his arms around her so tightly she found it hard to breathe for a second. His right hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her to him while his left roamed all over her as if to make sure she was real and unharmed.
“I have never been so scared!” he said, his words muffled where his mouth was in her hair. “I thought I’d lost you, that he’d shot you or was going to. I was frantic trying to get here.”
Raine smiled. “I’m fine, babe. I’m okay.” She could feel his whole body shaking with the adrenaline which had been pumped through it, and Raine rubbed her hands across his back trying to soothe him.
Antony pulled his head back to look in her eyes. “Are you crying?” she asked, astounded. He had never cried in front of her before.
He smiled through his tears. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you,” he told her. “It was like something in me was being stabbed and cut out...”
His breath caught in his throat, and Raine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss. Her body had come alive as soon as she heard the front door slam, knowing it was him and preparing for his touch, his kiss, his cock inside her.
“Where is he?” Antony demanded with a glint of something dangerous in his eye.
Raine pointed up. “Asleep in the guest room. ’He’s strung out.”
“He’s going to be more than strung out when I pull his fucking spine out through his mouth.”
A jolt of arousal shot through Raine as the knowledge hit her that he was this concerned and angry because she had been in danger.
“Leave him be for now,” she said, turning in Antony’s arms, so she could rub her ass against the hardness she could feel in his pants. “I’ve got something to show you upstairs.” Raine looked back to see Antony had a salacious look on his face, and his pupils were massive with arousal and desire.
“Really?” he asked, his voice deep with lust.
“Really,” she told him in her own deep voice, squealing when he slapped her butt cheek through her tight jeans.
***
Sunlight filtered through the huge picture windows, which offered views across New Haven Bay. Raine opened her eyes and stretched like a sleepy kitten. The other side of the bed was empty but still warm, telling her Antony had not long been gone.
She rolled from the bed and padded across to the cavernous en-suite they shared and sneaked in to the bathroom to avoid alerting him.
As she tiptoed across to where his figure was, bathed in a cloud of steam, she paused admiring the view. She ran her gaze from his tense calves up his thighs to his tight buttocks, pausing as she remembered the feel of those strong cheeks tensing as he pumped himself in and out of her. From there she looked up to his thin waist and sinewy back, the muscles twitching there as he soaped himself down. Unable to resist touching him any longer, Raine reached out and put her palms on the triangle shaped muscles at the base of his back and gripped his sides with her hands.
Antony jumped and rose on his tiptoes, twisting and shrieking as Raine ran her cold hands all over him.
“Shit! Raine, that’s cold!” he said as she laughed at him trying to twist away from her. Abruptly, he grabbed her forearms and dragged her under the flow of hot water, the fingers of heat trailing down her back making her shiver. Antony pressed himself against her, feeling the swell of her belly and breasts against his skin.
“What are you up to, woman?” he asked
, gyrating against her and grinning. He ran his soapy hands down her back and squeezed her ample buttocks, her flesh hot and slippery in his grip.
“Saying good morning,” she replied.
“This is a new way of saying hello,” he told her. “I have to say I quite like it.” Antony leaned down and thrust his tongue in her mouth, laying claim to her. “What is it you are doing today?” He asked as he slid his fingers into her pussy from behind.
Raine moaned as she felt him penetrate her and pushed her ass backwards to let him get his fingers deeper.
“H-helping...Janine a-a-and Sheryl-Ann...to...to move in...next door.”
Antony moved round, so he stood to the side of her and slipped his other hand down her belly, rubbing gently across the tip of her clit. In a matter of a minute, he felt her hot muscles clench around his fingers, and she moaned through her orgasm.
“Oh, yeah. Now I remember,” he said.
THE END
The SEAL’s Command
Bound to the Alpha Billionaire
Book 1
(Can be read as a standalone book)
By: Lucy Wynand
The SEAL’s Command
Chapter One
Beneath a sapphire sky laced with sun-gilded clouds, James Gard dove into an enormous salt water pool, his long body streaking to the bottom before he surfaced and began his morning laps. A warm breeze spurred him along, coloring the air with the smell of the ocean and the honeysuckle spilling over the property fence.
The scent always made Gard imagine a golden woman with flowers in her hair, tied naked to a bed bathed in sunlight.
He ignored the surge of lust as he continued his swim. Eight years serving in the Navy as a member of an elite SEAL recovery team had honed his natural athletic abilities until he could have easily qualified for the U.S. Olympic swim team. The squalor and desperation he had seen in too many war-torn and impoverished countries, however, had pushed him down a different path. He’d begun an initiative to build clean, safe energy and water plants in developing nations. As global demand for his industrial plants grew, he partnered with other industries and governments, until his business had grown to be one of the most powerful in the world.