Veretti’s Dark Vengeance

were never fooled.’

‘No, I was never fooled,’ Helena said slowly.

‘I congratulate you on being so much smarter than the others.’

‘You don’t have to be very smart,’ Helena said with a brittle laugh. ‘Salvatore isn’t subtle. I had my fun, now I’m going home to England.’

‘Indeed? For long?’

‘As long as it takes me to make the money I need.’

‘When are you leaving?’

‘Tomorrow afternoon.’

‘Then I’ll go and leave you to your packing. Goodbye, my dear, it’s been so nice knowing you.’

Her plane was due to leave at three in the afternoon. Promptly at noon a young man came to her door to collect her luggage. When she’d finished paying her bill at the desk the young man was waiting to escort her to the motor launch. The back of the vessel was a cabin, lined with windows, and inside it she could see where her luggage had been placed. The driver, neatly dressed in uniform and cap, stood outside at the wheel. He didn’t turn to acknowledge them, but Helena had a strange feeling that his back was familiar.

Her escort showed her into the cabin, said something to the driver, and left. The next moment the boat was pulling away from the hotel, gaining speed. Helena waited for the right turn which would take them in the direction of the airport, but instead they continued out into the lagoon.

‘Hey!’ She banged on the glass, trying to attract the driver’s attention, but he didn’t seem to hear.

She banged harder. This time the driver turned his head and looked at her.

It was Salvatore.

‘No!’ she screamed. ‘Stop this boat.’

But they went faster. From the direction it was clear that they were headed for the island, and if she let him take her there she would miss her plane.

‘Salvatore!’ she shouted, hammering harder on the glass. ‘Don’t you dare do this.’

He didn’t even look round.

There was a door at the far end of the cabin. If she could jump into the water, taking her bag with her tickets and passport, she could swim ashore.

But the door was mysteriously locked. She rattled it, but it was immovable. She was Salvatore’s prisoner.

In a rage she ran to the other end of the cabin and hurled herself against the window.

‘Salvatore! Let me out, do you hear?’

He ignored her.

She was being kidnapped and there was nothing she could do about it.

At last the island came into view. There was the cove where they had parked before, and he was heading for it again, reaching the little landing stage and tying up the boat, securing it with a chain.

The message was plain. Even if she managed to escape him she would never be able to use the boat to escape.

He unlocked the door at the rear and held it open, indicating for her to walk out.

‘You must be mad to think you can get away with this,’ she raged breathlessly.

‘I don’t see anyone who’s going to stop me,’ he replied in a casual tone that was even more infuriating than anger would have been. He sounded assured, even indifferent to her reactions and it made her want to kill him.

‘What do you think you’re going to gain?’ she shouted.

‘I’ll stop you going to England. That’ll do for a start. Are you going to get out of your own accord, or am I going to force you out?’

‘Don’t you dare touch me!’

‘Don’t be silly, of course I’ll dare, and you know it.’

She did know it. There was no yielding in his face, no hint of the softer, more sensitive man she’d once thought she was discovering. There was only harshness, determination and a ruthless indifference to her feelings. He wouldn’t balk at laying forceful hands on her.

While she was trying to calm her thoughts the answer came to her. She would pretend to give in, walk to the house with him, and as soon as she was alone she would make a call for help on her cell-phone.

‘All right,’ she said. ‘Stand back and let me get out.’

‘Apart from your handbag, just take one bag of clothes,’ he said.

It would have been a pleasure to tell him what he could do with his orders, but she must fool him into thinking her docile, so she put the handbag under her arm and reached for a bag.

‘Give it to me,’ he said, taking it from her.

To her relief he seemed to accept her acquiescence without suspicion. Obviously he thought she was ready to yield easily. He would discover his mistake, she thought.

As before they walked up the sand and through the trees to the point where the whole of the tiny island lay before them. A few minutes brought them to the house.

‘Come on, it’s starting to rain,’ he said, taking her arm.

They made it inside just as the heavens opened.

‘You’ll sleep in here,’ he said, leading her into the main bedroom. ‘I’ll make some coffee and later we’ll talk.’

‘Whatever you say,’ she agreed in what she hoped was an indifferent voice.

‘Just one thing first,’ he said. ‘This.’

Before she knew what he meant to do he’d seized her handbag and whisked it away from her, opening it and taking out her cell-phone.

‘No!’ she cried, trying to grab it back, helplessly fighting with him, knowing it was useless.

Of course he hadn’t been fooled for a moment. He’d waited until she was safely here before removing the phone, knowing there was nothing she could do about it.

‘Give me that,’ she demanded.

‘And have you call the shore? I don’t think so. I brought you here for a reason and you’re going to stay until I say otherwise.’

‘You’ve got a damned nerve, acting like a gaoler,’ she raged. ‘Get out of here now!’

‘For the moment, I will. Don’t even think of escaping.’

‘Of course you can’t let me get to England. How would you seize the factory then?’

‘To hell with the factory,’ he snapped. ‘This is about you, about us. I’m not letting you go until we’ve sorted a lot of things out.’

‘Don’t give me that. I won’t fall for it. This is just your way of fighting dirty. You knew that once I was back in England I could earn enough money to fend you off, so you took me prisoner, hoping I’ll run out of cash and you can make me sell to you. Forget it. No matter how long you keep me here I’ll get away in the end.’

He came close and spoke softly.

‘Helena, you have no idea what you’re up against. I’m not playing. This island is mine: my kingdom. My word is law. Nobody contradicts me.’

‘You think I won’t?’ she challenged.

‘On the contrary, I think you’re foolish enough to try, but once you’ve discovered that there’s nobody to help you, you’re not foolish enough to try a second time. Go ahead, fight me. See where it gets you. Then come to your senses.’

‘By coming to my senses you mean doing what you say.’

‘Exactly. I’m glad you see it. It may save a lot of time.’

She barely heard the last words through a sudden crack of thunder. Now the rain was coming down hard. Salvatore looked up, frowning, and she seized her chance, shoving him aside strongly enough for him to fall on the bed, and making a run for it.

She was out in a moment, heading for the front door. Luck was with her. He hadn’t locked it yet and she could