Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance)

by Alli Sims

  “Come on.” He said to her, offering his hand. She took it.

  ~

  Dwight’s cabin was a few corridors along from where he left the guards. Whether they were dead or unconscious, Carolyn didn’t know. When they entered the room he pulled the ancient looking device from under his bed, put on the headphones accompanying it and tested to see if it worked. With success he managed to transmit his message.

  “Okay,” Dwight said, removing the headphones, “hopefully one them has received it.”

  “Good,” she said assuredly, “now let’s take a look at that arm.”

  “No, Carolyn I….”

  She took no notice of him as she lumbered over to a first aid kit on the wall of the room. She removed it and went about getting the bandages and alcohol she needed for the surgery.

  “Lose the shirt.” She told him forcefully.

  He groaned and took off the shirt to reveal a scarred, muscled torso. Carolyn gasped at his physique, so strong and beautiful, ribboned as it was with the white slithers of cuts which had penetrated him. She kneeled down. At this moment she was unconcerned with her attraction to him.

  Being the size she was she knew that someone as handsome and rugged as Dwight could never be interested in her, but she wanted to care for him now, to tend his wound and let him know that she was extremely grateful for everything he had done. And so she doused a cotton bud with the clear formula and applied it to the wound. Dwight hissed in pain for a moment before she began wrapping the bandage around him.

  “All finished.” She said as she began to clear away the contents of the kit.

  “Thank you.” He said sincerely, looking down at her. “So what’s your story?”

  “Oh, you know,” she said, avoiding his gaze as tears welled in her eyes, “love, heartbreak, loneliness. The general story of a woman my size.”

  “What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused.

  “Come on,” she replied, glowering at him with a sardonic stare, “I’m not exactly Claudia Schiffer am I?”

  “No,” he said, “but you’re… you’re much more.”

  She glanced at him, scared and vulnerable.

  “Do you mean that?” She asked, afraid of the answer.

  “I do,” he nodded, “I think you’re beautiful.”

  She smiled, terrified, unsure of the next step. She felt as if she was wading in an ocean of stars but if she touched any one of them then the fragile light might disappear. He made it a lot easier for her though as he stepped off the bunk, pulled her up close, and lightly kissed her. She smiled, breathless.

  “Do that again.” She pleaded.

  He leaned down and planted another kiss, deeper this time, as they both luxuriated in its closeness. He darted his tongue into her mouth as his hands began to caress the outline of her body. She breathed heavily as his lips traced past hers and over her ears, down to her neck. Electric jolts of pleasure coursed through her as her heart swelled with warmth and understanding. He stopped kissing and looked deeply into her eyes, before he gently drew her down onto the bunk with him, breathing “you’re beautiful” over and over into her ear.

  Chapter 3

  Carolyn blinked as the warm Mediterranean sun leaked through the small porthole window into the cabin. Her mind wondered as she tried to reconfigure her senses and familiarise herself with the unfamiliar trappings of the room. After a few moments, memories of the day before came flooding back to her. She remembered the fear she felt at her friends being kept captive by a Nazi madman, the rush she had experienced when she fired a bullet into a man’s foot and then…and then. She turned to see Dwight in the bed beside her, felt his strong arm wrapped around her body and all of a sudden she was unsure if she was actually awake, or if she had simply slipped seamlessly into another dream.

  Dwight stirred as she desperately willed him not to wake. She feared that it had all been a whim for him, a moment of madness, and if he awoke to find her smiling back at him he would instantly be disgusted. Uncertainty stabbed at her heart, but then she remembered what he had said last night, that he had whispered those beautiful words over and over again;

  You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful.

  This recollection brought a smile to her face and tears sparkled in her eyes. Maybe he did want her, maybe everything he said was true. Maybe, just maybe.

  Her attention was suddenly broken when she heard the smallest sound from the other side of the door. Dwight’s eyes suddenly flicked open and like a flash he was out of bed, pulling on his clothes. He looked at her, indicating quiet, and that she too should get dressed…she was happy to oblige. They both proved to be too slow though, and the door burst open as Dwight was pulling on his shirt. 5 of Wilhelm’s men broke into the cabin and this time there wasn’t much of a fight. They caught Dwight, tangled in his top, by angrily forcing a punch into his abs. After that the men easily took him down. With his face pressed to the floor they bound his hands with zip ties. Carolyn lifted her own hands into the air.

  “I surrender.” She uttered, before a burlap sack was forced onto her head and her world was suddenly engulfed by darkness.

  ~

  Light blinded her vision as the sack was lifted unceremoniously from her face. Carolyn blinked back the tears as her eyes struggled desperately to adjust to the light. The back of her head was in searing pain and she could only imagine that someone had clocked her there with a gun after the sack went on, she couldn’t remember anything. She felt as if her senses were working against her. Her hearing was muffled, and her mouth tasted like copper. She looked around to see if she could see anything familiar, or establish a bearing. As her eyes began to adjust she began to notice the blurry outline of people, and her ears began to permit the sound of an angry, fuzzy voice.

  The first thing she saw were the worried faces of Charles and Miranda Lippincott, who stared up at Carolyn, looking more terrified than she had ever seen them before. She forcibly moved her gaze away from them for she knew that if she were to keep looking their sadness would make it impossible for her to remain strong.

  And so she turned, and instead searched for source of the voice. It belonged to a man with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tight t-shirt, an automatic machine gun strapped across his chest. Kneeled in front of him, bound and gagged, were two other men. One had hair as white as snow, drenched in blood. The other…was Dwight. He looked fearfully over to Carolyn, his eyes widening. Wilhelm followed his gaze.

  “Ah, Sleeping Beauty, you have awoken.” He said scornfully, as he pulled the gun from his chest and stroked its muzzle against Dwight’s face. “I’ve been taking care of lover boy for you.”

  His smile was deadly, and full of malice. Carolyn fought against it though, her eyes shooting red fury at him. Dwight, she thought, was the first man she had really felt anything for in 8 years, and she wasn’t sure that she had ever had feelings this strong. She was damned if she was going to let this long haired bully take him from her. Carolyn had been laid down on the floor, and though her hands were tied she managed to push herself up into a sitting position. Her self-consciousness faded, she didn’t care about her size now, all that mattered now was that she protect these people, the Lippincott’s, and Dwight. Most of all Dwight.

  “You’ve no idea what you’ve done.” Carolyn laughed. “You’ve no idea what he’ll do to you.”

  For a moment, uncertainty flickered across Wilhelm’s face. It was only for an instant, like a cigarette burn on a movie reel, but it was there, Carolyn saw it, and she knew that she could exploit it.

  “I don’t think he’s going to be doing much of anything,” Wilhelm retorted, “I think he’s going to die. I have two lovely hostages now, as well as all these fine people. I will kill 20 of you before I stop, and then we shall take this matter to the next stage.”

  “Killing people with a gun,” Carolyn snarled, “you’re no warrior. You’re a coward. Anyone can fight with a weapon, why don’t you use your hands?”


  Wilhelm laughed and strolled over to where Carolyn sat. He kneeled down and spoke directly into her face.

  “I don’t need to fight, this is not a war.” He said, “I’m not a bad guy. Nobody’s dead here, not yet. Just a little scuffed. I want my painting though, and I will go to any measures to get it.”

  “A painting?” Carolyn blinked incredulously, “This is all about a painting?”

  “He’s mad!” Charles’s voice sang out from the crowd. Wilhelm whipped his head around.

  “I am not crazy!” He screamed.

  “You’re pathetic.” Carolyn snarled, sensing that she was getting under his skin, praying that it was a weakness Dwight could take advantage of and that she wasn’t going to herself killed.

  Wilhelm kneeled down and stroked the gun against her lips as Dwight screamed through the gag in his mouth.

  “You think so?” Dwight purred, “Well, how pathetic is this?”

  He stood suddenly, directly, and he levelled the muzzle against Carolyn’s temple.

  “No wait!” Charles and Miranda screamed in unison, darting up out of the crowd. At that exact moment though Dwight stood, moving quick as a grasshopper. Using the back of his head he smashed the man looking over him in the face then rolled away as he anticipated bullet fire. But before that could happen, the room erupted into chaos.

  There was a dull thumping sound on the windows, and the entire congregation turned their heads to see small timed detonators had attached themselves to the gleaming surfaces. They exploded, shattering the windows into a million tiny pieces as a squadron of black clad figures swung in through them. Dwight smiled, his friends had arrived.

  Smoothly and efficiently the rescuers made their way throughout the room and neutralised any threats. Before a single bullet was fired they managed to subdue anyone who crossed their path. Dwight, his hands still bound, managed to barrel over the guards near him before he made his way over to Wilhelm. The man was attempting to flee but Dwight launched himself into the air. He pushed his legs out in front of him and like a flying stone he plunged into Wilhelm’s back. The blow was met by a sickening crack and Wilhelm crashed, screaming to the floor. Dwight joined him there.

  ~

  When the battle was done, and Dwight was released from his bonds, he rushed over to Carolyn. He took her head in his hands and planted kisses all around it. She returned them in turn and then they both hugged deeply.

  “I thought I was going to lose you.” He whispered softly.

  “Never,” she cried, “you’re never going to.”

  He smiled at the thought. Just then, three people made their way over to Carolyn and Dwight. Two of them were the Lippincott’s, who pulled Carolyn into a massive hug. The other was a Navy Seal commander, who enthusiastically shook Dwight’s hand.

  “How you doing Terry?” Dwight enthused. “You got my message then?”

  “Sure did.” Terry confirmed. “Good job too, the government’s been tracking this madman down for a while. He’s left a trail of bodies behind him like Hansel and Gretel left breadcrumbs.”

  “And all he wanted was a painting?” Dwight asked.

  “Yep, madman, like I said. Fortunately our people on the boat were smart enough not to hand it over.” Terry told him with some relish.

  “Yeah.” Dwight skeptically agreed. “And who are these mysterious heroes of yours?”

  Charles looked up from his hug and broke free of the embrace as he made his way over to Dwight. He held out his hand to shake that of the Navy Seal.

  “Charles Lippincott,” he said, “nice to meet ya. And this is my wife, and partner in crime, Miranda.”

  Miranda slipped away from a flabbergasted Carolyn to shake Dwight’s hand.

  “What?!” Carolyn spewed. “But, you’re investment brokers! You always have been!”

  “Well, we have a little job on the side.” Miranda teased.

  As the Lippincott’s strode away to debrief with Terry and pass the painting into safer hands Carolyn stood, cemented to the spot, mouth open and eyes wide. Dwight made his way over to her.

  “You okay kid?” He asked sincerely, but not without an inflection of humour.

  “I just can’t believe it,” she said, “I’ve known them all my life.”

  “Yeah..?” He towered over her and suddenly, very aware of his presence, she looked admiringly up at him, “I think it’s time you got to know some new people.”

  She arched an eyebrow up, “Yeah?”

  He wrapped his hands around her, “Yeah. I’m Dwight Alexander. I’m a former Navy Seal and father of two. And I’d like to you on a date.”

  This time, she smiled mischievously.

  “I accept.”

  The End

  Alpha Seal

  When Samantha Hill woke up that morning, the last thing she expected was to be sitting on a floor, hands zip tied behind her back. Her knees were throbbing where they dug into the concrete of the floor. A dull, red ache pulsed in the center of her back. On top of it all, she couldn't stop trembling. Something had been shoved over her eyes, a cloth forced into her mouth soon after the men entered the bank. It had happened in an instant.

  The morning had been blissfully warm when Samantha woke up. Her eyes fell on the clock making her groan. Just five more minutes. As her legs shifted against the sheets, she considered sleeping in all day for once. It couldn't hurt to just take one day off. Still, Samantha was a creature of habit. She found herself pushing her voluptuous frame off of the bed, padding to the bathroom in the hall of her little apartment.

  Samantha debated about going into work the entire time she showered and dressed. She slipped into a black skirt that hugged her hips, black heels and a white blouse. Her almond colored hair was twisted into a haphazard bun, before she slipped her glasses onto her face. She examined herself in the mirror. I could always play hooky for the day. After a moment, she shook her head. There was still rent to be paid, food to be purchased.

  Stepping into the warm air, Samantha wished that she'd changed her mind. Her job as a bank teller wasn't exactly demanding most days, but she didn't want to pass up on such a beautiful day. The thought of wiggling into her shorts, slapping on a tank top and heading to the beach felt like a much more appealing option. Those responsibilities sat at the back of her mind though, keeping her from pursuing her moment of freedom fantasies.

  “Good morning, Sam,” a familiar voice called as she stepped through the door.

  Heather sat behind the counter, a smile on her thin lips. She waved to Sam. The woman gave her a smile. She had worked with Heather for six years now, seeing her smiling face always improved her day. Heather wore the same dark skirt, white blouse combination, but her honey blonde hair curled down her shoulders in loose waves. Samantha clocked in before settling down in the little black chair behind the counter. Already, the day was busy. A line of customers stood impatiently. Samantha sighed.

  “Rough morning?” Heather asked.

  Samantha shook her head. “Nope, just a little tired that's all.”

  She nodded. “I was up all night. Did you see those guys on the news last night?”

  Samantha shook her head. “No, what's up?”

  “Well, apparently there's been a group of men going around, kidnapping women. Right in the middle of the day! It's so scary to think about,” Heather said with a shudder.

  Samantha counted out the correct amount of money before sliding it to the customer with a smile. “I don't think that will happen here. The bank's security is pretty tight.”

  “I guess you're right. I'm probably just being silly,” Heather said with a laugh.

  Samantha wasn't entirely sure if she believed that. Although she hadn't watched the news, she'd heard other people talking about the kidnappings for weeks now. Masked men would break into businesses, sometimes in broad daylight, where they'd kidnap women. They never found them or the women. It was unsettling to Samantha, but she wasn't convinced it would happen to her. Besides, like I told Heather alre
ady, the bank has excellent security.

  The morning moved quickly for Samantha as she tried to keep up with the steady influx of customers. She'd been so busy that she hadn't noticed the men even walk in. Heather did. When she started screaming, Samantha jumped, her heart thudding against her chest. She looked to where Heather was pointing.

  The first thing that crossed Samantha's mind was the fact that the leader resembled more brick wall than man. He loomed over the customers, tall and imposing. Samantha's fingers slipped beneath the counter, grazed the button before she felt something pressed against her head. Her hand trembled as she froze.

  “Get your hands up into the air, now.” A gruff voice said close to her ear.

  Samantha slipped her hand from beneath the counter before raising her arms in the air. She could hear choked sobs next to her as Heather tried to plead with another man. The men worked efficiently as they rounded up the women from the bank, blindfolded them and shoved cloth between their lips. Samantha's ankle nearly twisted as a hand curled around her upper arm and began to drag her towards the back door. Even though she couldn't see, she could feel the sun on her skin when they were taken outside. It didn't last long before she was pushed into a vehicle. She could smell burning exhaust.

  When everyone was loaded into what she could only assume was some kind of van, the vehicle began to move. Samantha could hear Heather's whimpering nearby. She shuffled over to her the best way she could, before she leaned her head against the woman's shoulder. Heather jumped at first, before she seemed to realize that it wasn't one of the men and settled against Samantha.

  They bumped around for what seemed like forever. Samantha's knees were throbbing, her wrists screaming. Still, she didn't want the ride to end. The destination was far scarier than the ride. At every pause, Samantha prayed they'd go further, just a little further. The thought had entered her head that the further away they got, the less people would know where to look for them, but she couldn't process more than one horrible thought at once.