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by CELENE CAREY

  “Mack, What is it?” I asked.

  “My contacts back in the city have advised me that Sal is definitely looking for us, Haynes has gone missing. He’s probably helping Sal with the search. He heaved a sigh. “We’re going to have to keep moving soon, get to the next city over, where my department headquarters is. Haynes doesn’t know who I am, different departments, I work higher up than him, but he has friends in high places too.”

  I chewed the salty meal slowly. “So, where will we go next?” I asked.

  “Next city over, my parents have a house by the sea just on the outskirts. I’ll have a guard there for you and Ty while I go in and make my reports. We’ll rest here tonight, then leave in the morning.”

  He stood up and went outside. I cleared the table and checked on Ty. He was playing with the few toys that I had gathered for him. I pulled out the portable DVD player that Mack had brought back with him and put in one of the movies that Mack had bought for him. My son sat and watched, more than happy to enjoy a new movie, How to train your Dragon. I smiled as he snuggled under the blankets on the couch. He was still sick, but showing signs of improvement. My little trooper.

  I finished up clearing the plates and looked up through the window as I washed up. Mack was smoking a cigarette and staring out into the countryside. Silently, I came up beside him.

  “I just wanted to thank you, Mack.” I said, “For everything you have done for us, for keeping us safe, looking out for us.” Mack turned to me, taking my shoulders in his strong hands. He looked deeply into my eyes and I could see him losing a battle within himself. He pulled me to him, our lips meeting softly.

  I resisted for less than a second before I melted into his embrace. He was not demanding, nor begging in his passion, he simply asked, asked that I return it when I was ready to. My heart almost burst, I pressed myself against him harder, running my hands over his back, his ass, and back up along his shoulders. He was all muscle. All man.

  Our passionate embrace broke and he breathed heavily. I could still taste the harsh smoke from his cigarette on his lips.

  “Tess… I…” I could tell he was regretting his kiss,

  “No regrets, life’s too damned short.” I said, pulling him down for another kiss. I felt my hands shift up along his shirt, pulling buttons through holes and revealing his sculpted chest. I sighed happily as I felt his hands exploring my body as if I were made of fragile glass and could shatter at any moment. His tongue sought entry to my mouth and I gladly let him in. he teased and tasted me, brining sweet pleasure to ripple through my body and down to my core.

  Mack’s hands were strong, sure and made me feel loved as they explored the curves of my ass, the dip of my waist and stomach and up to the swell of my breasts. I arched back, allowing him to take my round breasts into his large hands. He gently pressed his bulge against me, I could tell it was proportionate to his large muscled body. He gently undid the buttons on my dress, letting the two sides of the upper slip free of each other and exposing my bra-covered breasts.

  Mack pressed me backwards, down the brick steps to the car. The backs of my legs met with the bonnet and he lay me down gently. I could still feel the residual heat of the engine through the bonnet, warming my back as he ran a hand up my thigh and up under the skirt of the summer dress that I had donned in our escape from Sal’s penthouse.

  I felt his finger slip closer to my mound, gasping as one of his fingertips caressed my nether lips so softly. My legs spread, allowing him better access to what he desired, what I desired for him to have and I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

  “Tess, open your eyes, I want to see them.” Mack said, his voice husky with lust. My eyes opened and I looked on him. He smiled and it lit up my world. Mack leaned down and pressed his lips to the valley between my breasts. He nuzzled at the soft flesh there, licking and gently nipping, while his fingers made busy work of my pussy, slipping one then another finger. I moaned, feeling my body tremble, for the first time in over a week, in a good way.

  “Mack…” I said softly, pressing myself against his fingers, wanting him inside me. I felt him shift, pulling me down gently on the bonnet of the car where the heat of his erection met my damp entrance. Slowly he inched himself inside me, groaning deeply as he closed his eyes in surrender. His thrusts began slow, shallow but soon deepened to touch my inner walls. I felt the sweet pleasure flow through me as my saviour, my protector made love to me in the middle of nowhere on the bonnet of a stolen Mercedes.

  He moved within me like the waves of the sea. Slowly lapping against the shore, then moving harder as they began to crash with the storm of emotion and thirst for each other. I surrendered to our hunger. The car rocked on its’ suspension as Mack thrust into me, I whispered his name fervently, my hands grasping his shoulders as he tensed, pre-climax. I felt my own climax building to the point of no return. I gasped and moaned my body overcome with pleasure, taking a deep breath as he shuddered within me. His release hot within me.

  We panted together as he lay atop me. He kept his full weight off my body as he placed small kissed over my lips, jawline and down my neck. He pulled himself off me, then helped me up, pulling my sated body into his embrace before he pushed me away gently and refastened the top of my dress. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his, warm, wet and soft. I fixed his shirt while he readjusted himself and his pants.

  He took my hand and led me back to the house where Ty slept soundly, soon we would leave here and get to the next safe-house.

  CHAPTER 7

  The beach house was beautiful, Mack had made sure that we had everything before he went to his boss with the developments and evidence against Sal and his associates. He wanted to make sure we were safe, knowing that we would have to go into a witness protection program. He said it would take some time, maybe a couple of weeks before we were given our new identities and a new place to live away from Sal. Then there would be the court cases that I’d have to go through, I was a star witness, according to Mack, I had to be careful and kept safe.

  We had been at the beach house for just under a week. Mack had been my constant companion, except when he had to go in to his office to make reports or speak with his chief. We had been intimate a few times, quietly making love in my bedroom. Trying not to wake Ty, who had recovered from his bout with the virus and was a rambunctious six year old again.

  I was antsy, to say the least. Anxiety had me biting my nails. Fear that Sal would find us, take Ty from me, and hurt him. I didn’t care about myself, just wanted my boy safe. I kept looking over at him, sitting at the table colouring or playing with some toys that Mack’s sister had brought over. Later this afternoon, he would be going over to her house to play with kids his own age.

  I worried about all him. This running, suddenly having Sal in our lives and then just as suddenly him not being in our lives. I’d had a couple of boyfriends before, but as soon as things started to get serious, at least in my mind, they hightailed it out of our lives. The only one who seemed stable was Sal… big mistake.

  Mack came back in, looking haggard. “I need a holiday.” He sighed. I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his middle.

  “Where we going?” I asked. “Hawaii? The Bahamas? Bali?” I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes. He laughed, a rich, deep and gorgeous laugh that I felt through his whole body.

  “South of France.” He said, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.

  “Mmm, sounds nice!” I said as I pulled away. I looked into his eyes, there was something behind his smile.

  “Mack, what is it?”

  “They want to see you for an interview today, you’re a witness to an execution-style murder, and also to the preliminary meeting for a human trafficking operation.”

  I pulled away. “What about Ty?” I said, turning to the huge window and the scene of the ocean crashing against the beach below us.

  “Angie said she’s more than happy to take him, and Officer Close will be at her house keeping an eye on thing
s.”

  “Okay, I’ll go have a shower then.” I said as I moved past him. He caught my arm and held me there.

  “Tess,” he said softly, “I’m so proud of you for doing this.” He said softly. “I want you to know something.” He turned me to face him.

  “What is it Mack?” I asked, looking into his eyes.

  “I liked you from the very first moment I saw you, when you were lining up to take that first interview with Gina.” He said, relaxing. It was a weight off him to tell me that. “Now I have you, I don’t want to lose you, but I know that you’ve been through a hell of a lot.” He took my chin in his hands and lifted my lips to his before he pulled away. “And I’m willing to wait for you if you want me, and if you don’t I’m willing to leave you be.”

  I looked up into his eyes. “I want you.” I said, knowing in my heart it was the truth. I pulled him down and crushed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. For all the fear and angst that Sal had put me through, Mack was there to comfort me in his own way. A gentle word here, a comforting touch there, even a sympathetic look. In the moments of our frenetic lovemaking, I had never felt this wanted, needed or adored with Sal as I had with Mack.

  The look on his face lit mine up with a big bright smile.

  “There’s a lot we have to get through, but I’ll be there for you, now, during and after.” Mack said solemnly.

  “You promise?” I asked, clutching myself to him. His arms came around me, warm, secure, protective.

  “I promise.” He said, smiling.

  We got in the car and dropped Ty off at Mack’s sister’s place before heading in to the Federal Police HQ where Mack worked. Everyone there looked as pro as they came, business attire was the order of the day. Smart, neat dress codes made my jeans and tee shirt feel right out of place. Mack guided me in to the interview room and I sat nervously. He placed a calming hand on my shoulder trying to reassure me.

  The door opened and a female officer entered with a male. Both wore no-nonsense attitudes and smart suits.

  “Good afternoon, Miss Williams. Thank you for coming to see us today.” The woman said as she settled down on the seat opposite me, placing her paperwork on the table. Her companion sat down beside her.

  “That will be all agent Montrose.” He said to Mack.

  “Wait, he’s not staying?” I asked them.

  “Agent Montrose is a part of this investigation, we already have his version of events, we want to get yours without anyone else’s intervention, or influence. So please understand that we just want to speak to you Miss Williams, alone.”

  “What do you mean? Mack won’t influence me, I know what Sal did, I know what he threatened to do to my son and myself.” I said feeling the anger rising. To me, it seemed like they didn’t trust Mack, I glared at them when they exchanged glances at each other.

  During the next few hours I told them my side of the story, form when I went to the interview, getting the job and Sal’s lightning quick courtship of me.

  “Miss Williams, at any time, did you notice Mack speaking with Sal alone? Were you aware of him being in contact with any of Sal’s associates without Sal’s awareness?” I looked from one to the other

  “You don’t trust him, do you?” I said, spluttering. “After all he went through? After all he did to protect my son and I, You still don’t trust him? He is one of your own!” I said, looking from one to the other.

  “Tess, Mack has been undercover for three years, and in Sal’s inner circle for two of those years. We have to make sure that he’s still on our side here and hasn’t turned over to Sal’s side.”

  I slumped in my chair and finished answering their questions, I felt betrayed for Mack.

  They let me go and I left the interview room. Mack was nowhere to be seen. A pretty young officer came up to me. “Tess?” She asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, I spun on the ball of my foot to face her.

  “Yes?” the young woman smiled.

  “Hi I’m Simone Galloway, I’m from internal affairs. I had a few questions to ask you about Detective Haynes and his involvement with Salvatore Carelli, If you like we can go somewhere that’s a little less formal, there’s a nice coffee shop a block down where we can chat.”

  “Uhm, sure, but Mack said he would be taking me back to the safe house when I was done with the main interview.” I said, looking for Mack but not seeing his handsome features anywhere about.

  “Oh Mack told me to let you know that he has been tied up with interviews of his own and had some paperwork that couldn’t wait, so He’s asked me to drop you off back at the safe house.” Simone smiled, charmingly, totally disarming me in every way.

  “Okay then.” I said, feeling like I could really use a coffee and a friendly face to talk to. Simone led me out onto the busy street and down to the small café hidden in a little alley from the street. The atmosphere was quiet, serene and peaceful. I relaxed, sitting with my back to the door and sipped my latte while Simone enjoyed a mocha. We chatted about a few things totally unrelated to the case before she smiled and looked at me.

  “So, Tess, If Sal were here right now, what would you tell him?” she said with a sly smile.

  “What…” her eyes flicked up over my shoulder and she smiled. I felt a heavy, familiar hand settle on my shoulders. I swallowed the coffee-flavoured bile that threatened to erupt from my mouth. My breathing began to speed up and I felt him lean down. His wiry whiskers grated against my cheek. “Hello baby. Miss me?” Sal’s voice shot fear through my entire body and the latte glass clanked against the glass top of the table in my shaking hands.

  Haynes took the half-finished drink out of my hands and downed it. “Let’s go for a drive, shall we?” he said, smiling. He turned to Simone, “Thanks doll.” He said, as she got up to her feet, he slapped her hard on the ass, making her squeak and giggle. I wanted to be sick.

  Sal ‘escorted’ me out of the shop while Simone paid up our bill. I never saw where she went after that. Haynes opened the door of a black Mercedes and Sal pushed me in, getting in beside me. I made for the other door and had it open, but not before Sal grabbed my leg and dragged me back my hand still on the door slammed it shut.

  “Now, now baby, no more being a bad girl.” He said as I kicked and struggled against him. He held a cloth to my mouth and nose and soon the world spiralled around me into darkness, his voice hushing my struggles as I thrashed about in fear, fading into unconsciousness.

  CHAPTER 8

  My head pounded and my arms were numb when I came to, vision went from blurred to clear and I groaned. I lay on the soft mattress of a bed in a hotel somewhere. I looked desperately around for a sign of exactly what hotel I was in. the interconnecting door to the next room was open and I could smell Him. Sal. His expensive cologne was strong in this room. I looked around and sure enough, his jacket was lying over the back of a chair. I tried to sit up but found my wrists were cuffed to the headboard of the bed.

  Shadows moved into the light of the open door.

  “Ahh baby, you’re awake!” Sal said smiling. He came into the room and sat down on the bed, in desperation I tried to shift away but being cuffed to the bed made it simply impossible.

  I felt his hands caress my body, skin to skin, I hadn’t even realised I was naked until he touched me. I whimpered in fear and he smirked. “Sweet girl, such a good girl to come back to me.” He soothed, running his hand up between my breasts, making a slight detour to caress the swell of the left before he continued up my neck and into my hair. “But such a stupid slut to run in the first place!” he snarled, grabbing my hair and shaking my still groggy head.

  I squealed until the shaking stopped. Haynes appeared in the open doorway.

  “Buyer will be here soon Sal, what are we doing with her?” he asked, taking a sip from his drink. I looked from Haynes to Sal, he could clearly see the fear in my eyes. He smiled.

  “Don’t worry, treasure, I’m not selling you… yet.” He said to me, he turned his head to look at
Haynes. “I’ll gag her, then we’ll get her to call Mack and bring the brat and the evidence he’s go on me over to the old roadhouse.” Sal turned back to me. “My gorgeous bargaining chip, I knew Mack wanted in your panties…” Sal pulled his phone out from his pocket. He tapped away at the screen for a minute before he pulled up a video of Mack and I screwing like horny teenagers on the bonnet of the stolen Mercedes.

  “Mmm, if I knew how adventurous you were in the sack baby, then I would have had you tied up to my bed weeks ago.” He put the phone away, leaving me to wonder how he got the video. Haynes grinned, the son of a bitch had found us, followed us.

  “Good thing that I was at the kid’s hospital interviewing an abuse victim, Sal called me and asked me to check in on you, I saw the car drive past, and what did someone throw out of the window?” He pulled the GPS out of his pocket. “I followed you all, while I was on the phone to Sal.” He sipped his drink again.

  “Told you there’s no running from me, Baby.” He said, leaning in to kiss my neck, just under the jaw, dragging his tongue down to my collarbone. I heard the rip of duct tape and felt it being pressed over my mouth to gag me.

  “Oh, I’m going to enjoy you later.” He said, pulling away and winking. He left me alone and naked, and after turning the light off, in the dark. I wept in fear and trembled on the bed while I heard Sal and Haynes talking, their voices muffled. Shortly more voices joined Sal and Haynes’. I tried to make out what they were saying. Voices raised and then fell as Sal soothed their ‘buyers’ into a purchase. Soon the buyers left and all was quiet except for the muffled conversation between Sal and Haynes.

  The door opened and Sal entered, turning the light back on, full bright light seared my eyes and brought tears to them. I fought my cold metal bonds as Sal approached me. He stopped by the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He cracked open the lid and took a sip while he watched me.

  The Devil, handsome in a neat grey suit and white shirt looking every bit the professional businessman he was, sans tacky tie, watched me with a smirk. I hated him with a passion I never thought I had within me. He pulled the tape gently off my mouth. I’d have thought the vindictive asshole would have simply ripped the tape away, taking with it a few layers of my skin and lips.