Moving like a sure-footed cat, Flynn jumped from terrace to terrace, alerting everyone, and telling them to get up to Aleksandr’s suite. The only two people missing were Hammond and Jeromy Milton-Gold. Flynn had no idea where either of them were, and right now they were the least of his worries.
The women turned out to be a hardy bunch, climbing the rope like veterans, crowding into the safe room with Bianca. The safe room was soundproof, and at the top of the panel was a two-way mirrored section that allowed whoever was inside to see what was going on outside.
Once everyone was assembled, Xuan confronted Flynn and insisted that she stay and face the pirates with the men.
Flynn was having none of it. ‘You will stay in here until we come and get you. Do not come out for anything, and stay quiet. You’ll all be safe if you do that.’
Sierra gave him a long look. ‘How about you?’ she asked softly. ‘Will
‘I can look after myself,’ he said tersely. Then gesturing towards the other men, he said — ‘We all can.’
‘What about Hammond?’ she asked.
‘We’ll find him,’ Flynn assured her, wondering if she was asking because she cared.
On the other side of the door, Amiin started to yell, ‘Out now or me shoot!’
Aleksandr slid the panel to the safe room shut.
Flynn looked around at Taye, Luca and Cliff. ‘We gonna go for the bastard or be trapped as hostages?’
‘No question, we’ll take the bugger,’ Taye said, eyes gleaming
Cliff nodded his agreement. ‘I’ve done it in movies enough times,’ he said wryly. ‘Let’s put it to the test and see how I make out in real life.’
‘I’m ready,’ Luca said, nervous inside but determined to put on a strong front. He was worried about Jeromy, but there was nothing he could do about finding him now.
Aleksandr removed the gun from his belt. ‘We’re all in this together,’ he said, full of steely determination. ‘Five men as one.’
‘Right,’ Flynn said. ‘Gimme the gun. I reckon I’ve had more practice than you.’
Aleksandr didn’t argue, he handed Flynn his gun.
Outside the door Amiin yelled a final warning. ‘Open or I blast in.’
‘Go for it, cocksucker,’ Flynn muttered. ‘We’re ready an’ waiting.’
Thrusting into the girl with all the force he could muster, Hammond found himself riding high, in a state of total dominance.
At one point, the girl — what was her name, Gemma, Renna, ah yes, Renee — had pleaded with him to stop. He knew she didn’t mean it, he knew she was loving every second of his enormous member penetrating her virgin territory.
When he heard muffled noises going on outside the room he took no notice: he was on his way to the ultimate orgasm.
Building… building…
And YES! ‘Aargh!’ Hammond’s body shook with the exquisite release, while Renee trembled beneath him.
And at that exact moment, the door to the room opened, and a groggy Basra — not quite sure what he was seeing — staggered in, raised his gun and shot the heaving naked figure on top of the girl.
Blood flowed.
And for Senator Hammond Patterson, death and orgasm happened at the exact same moment.
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Pacing up and down, Sergei kept consulting his watch, muttering to himself about what he would do to Kasianenko when he had him safely shackled in the basement.
After a while Ina emerged from the bedroom wearing little more than a short baby-doll nightie, and furry high-heeled mules. ‘When you comin’ to bed?’ she whined.
‘When I feel like it,’ he snapped back at her.
He had no intention of sleeping until Kasianenko was his prisoner, chained and trussed up, ready to be put in the oven and roasted.
Ah yes, Sergei enjoyed the imagery of Kasianenko being roasted like a stuck pig, it made an appealing picture.
‘I don’t feel safe sleepin’ alone,’ Ina complained, curling a loose strand of hair around her finger. ‘This place is scary at night. Come to bed.’
Sergei shot her a look. ‘Stop bitchin’ like a little
And he wouldn’t be ready until Maksim and Viktor returned with Kasianenko.
He checked his watch once more. Cruz and his men had been gone over four hours. They should be arriving back any minute now.
Sergei licked his lips in anticipation. He was more than ready.
Chapter Eighty-Nine
‘You’ll never get away with this,’ Captain Dickson warned, desperately trying to assert an air of authority as he faced the grungy-looking Mexican man with the lethal scar running across his neck and the automatic Uzi balanced precariously on his knee. ‘Do you even realize who this yacht belongs to?’
‘I say it was okay for you to speak?’ Cruz snarled, giving Captain Dickson a long hard look.
‘Here’s what’ll happen,’ Captain Dickson continued, refusing to be intimidated. ‘You’ll be caught and punished. This is treason on the high seas.’
‘What century you from?’ Cruz sneered, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
‘I’m warning you, if any of my crew are harmed—’
‘Shut the fuck up,’ Cruz said, spitting on the ground. ‘When Kasianenko gets here, I’m sendin’ you down to
Captain Dickson was silent. He’d sooner be with his crew than up on the bridge with this gun-wielding maniac.
Blood trickled onto Renee’s naked body as a hundred thoughts rambled through her head.
Hammond was heavy on top of her, crushing her with his full weight, his penis still inside her.
Or was it? She didn’t know.
Tears formed in her eyes and fell mournfully down her cheeks.
Something awful had happened.
She could feel Hammond’s blood dripping onto her skin.
Paralyzed with fear, she found herself unable to move.
Then someone was rolling the Senator off her, landing him on the floor with a thud, and she found herself
