Time passes, maybe ten minutes, perhaps an hour or more, she isn't sure and doesn't care. The sound of his footsteps in the sand has her looking up at him and gasping in shock. Chase is covered in blood that isn't his own. In one hand is his large bowie knife. He drops the knife in the sand and unbuckles his gun belt, handing it to her.
"The blood of the dead stains my soul, Bronnah. I'm a monster, and when the others come for you, it will not matter who, or why, only that I stop the threat."
“What have you become, Chase?” She whispered.
"I am a weapon, trained on the battlefield." Chase runs from the look of horror he is sure to see in her eyes. Bronnah watches him dive into the ocean to wash away what he can, and she's ashamed. She realizes that she isn't the only one with demons.
Bronnah cleans up and begins the slow task of heating of water and filling the tub. One, by, one, she fills the tub with steaming water until it's ready.
Chase returns chilled to the bone after burying Leo and watches as she pours the last bowl of water into the tub. No one speaks, she simply puts the bowl down and walks over to him and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Bronnah drags the stained garment off and tosses it on the floor, next his denims. Bronnah backs up as he jerks them off and when he straightens, she gasps. His arm is sliced from the bullet grazing him and she rushes to tend him.
"No," he begins unbuttoning her top, one excruciating button at a time until finally revealing the corset beneath. He glares at the offending cloth. "Don't even think about using your knife on this," she snaps back and laughs when he starts to step towards her.
"I swear, Chase. Get in, and I will take it off." Chase climbs in with a sigh, sending a splash of water up over the sides of the tub. Bronnah strips and turns to look at him. She steps into the tub, and he scoots forward so she can straddle him. Sinking down on him, Chase takes her hard. He pounds out his fear his worry, his rage. Finally, turning her around to face the end of the tub, he slows his rabid pace. Gently he soaps her back, trailing his fingers down her beautiful spine and ass. He pulls her back against him so he can soap her breasts, and arms, down, her sides. Bronnah is whimpering with desire by the time he slips a hand lower to wash her thoroughly. “Please Chase!” she begs, and he flips her around and takes her mouth.
She scales up his body, pushing him back into the water once more and he watches, his goddess reach her peak.
“Bronnah!” He roars as he joins her. She smiles collapsing on top of him. They hold each other until the water runs cold and she begins shivering.
"You're no weapon, Chase." She sits ups and grabs his face in her hands, forcing him to look in her eyes, "You are the winds of justice, and you are mine." The weight of a thousand chains fall from his soul and tears fill his eyes. "Say it, Chase. Say you are mine," she demands.
“Alright, you are mine,” he replies.
Bronnah’s eyes light with joy.
“Aye, I am yours.”
Chapter 26
“So, this Irish dreamer thinks she can save the world?” His laughter is deep as he strokes Eve’s shiny black hair. Jonas smacks Eve’s hand as she reaches for the bottle. “Not yet, pet.”
Eve whimpered and begs, “Please, Jonas!”
“Did you miss me?”
Eve glares at him with hatred, until he holds up the vial in front of her. Lust fills her eyes, and she jerks at her bonds trying to get to him. Jonas laughs as he strokes a hand up her leg.
"It's been three days love. I think your system should be clean enough for a great show." Unbuttoning his new dark gray suit jacket, he shrugs it off and turns to hand it to his new assistant.
“Jonas,” Eve licks her dry lips. “Surely you don’t have to do this, I can…” Jonas growls and spins slamming a hand over her mouth and nose causing both women to jump in shock. Her almond shaped eyes bulge as he cuts off her oxygen.
“I’ve had a terrible morning, Eve because of you! That Irish twit has managed to steal four more assets, and now Mr. Chen wants me to handle this personally.” He releases her mouth and turns away to calm himself as she gasps for air. Glancing at the luscious redhead he smiles. “You may welcome our guests out front, Natalia.” She curtsies and leaves quickly, happy to escape.
“I must say you do look incredible. I will give Carmen a raise when I see her. She made my new suit. What do you think?” Eve is in a gold Asian-inspired gown. Her makeup is perfect, and she is powdered and ready to please the investors.
“Now, where was I?” Jonas turns and begins checking the straps on the table which hold down Eve’s legs and arms before turning to his black bag.
“That’s eleven, then.” Eve murmurs in a strong voice. “Eleven girls she has freed. It would only make sense that she will go after more, Jonas. It’s a shame Rose lost the ledger. If only there were a second copy.”
Jonas stops and places the needle on the table, before turning to look at her. “What did you say?”
"Only that there may be a second copy of the ledger, with all the information you need to catch this thorn. Release me, and I will take you to it!" Eve snaps.
Jonas laughs at her. “I don’t
