Page 82 of Sapphire

Then I’m shoved in the back, and I watch as Dmitri pulls Gracie off the floor. I try to catch her attention, but she won’t look at me. My heart is racing; I need to get us out of this situation. Looking around, I realize we are outnumbered—there are maybe ten men dressed in all black with night-vision goggles and machine guns, full military-grade gear. I’m shoved again as we walk outside the front door, and that’s when I see it. I gasp. Blood everywhere.

Our security detail is dead, bleeding out onto the paths. The men walk past them as if they are nothing, worthless. They were fucking human lives, they had wives, families, and children until these monsters took it all away.

Gracie notices and starts screaming, blood-curdling screams. She is having full-on hysterics and needs to calm down otherwise they will shoot her.

“Gracie, Gracie!” I call out to her, hoping to settle her.

“Shut up, bitch!” Dmitri screams at her.

But she can’t, she’s having a breakdown. She just keeps screaming, her eyes wide with horror at the scene and the situation.

Then Dmitri brings the butt of the gun down on her head, and she slumps to the floor.

“Gracie!” I scream and go to run to her, but strong arms hold me back. I try to fight them, but they are too powerful. Tears run down my cheeks as I see my beautiful sister on the floor. Dmitri picks her up and throws her into the back of the van. She lands with a thud.

“Stop it, you’re hurting her,” I yell at him as I, too, am shoved into the back of the van, falling awkwardly. Grabbing Gracie’s lifeless body, I hold her close, running my hands through her golden hair. “I’m going to get us out of this, I promise you. You are not going to be subjected to anything by these monsters.” My heart is thumping as the van drives away from our safe haven. Will I ever see Tomas and Mateo again?

We don’t travel far before the van stops. My adrenaline picks up as I prepare myself for what’s going to happen next. The van’s doors open wide, and guns are pointed at Gracie and me.

“Get out,” Dmitri commands.

I shake my head as I hold the unconscious body of my sister.

“Fucking get out,” he yells, his face turning a nice shade of red.

“I’m not leaving her.”

“Don’t worry, she’s coming with you.” Dmitri smiles.

Then some men in black jump in and pull me out of the van, kicking and screaming.

He chuckles. “It’s good to see you still have some fight left in you, Sapphire. I can’t wait to test you again. It’s been too long since you and I had a good fight.”

Memories of him getting off on me fighting him, pushing him, punching him, and struggling against his strength flood my head. My resistance only made him harder, and, in the end, he always won. They always do. But this time I’ll take whatever he’s got as long as it keeps him away from Gracie.

Looking around, I try to pinpoint where we are. It looks like a small airport. There is a private plane sitting on the tarmac.

The men push me toward the stairs, and up I climb into the plane.

“Zoe.”

I hear Nikolai’s voice as he calls out to me from where he’s sitting, drinking from a glass tumbler.

I freeze.

I hate this man.

I fucking hate him so much. My anger boils over, and I launch myself at him. “You fucking bastard, how could you? How fucking could you?” I punch and scratch and kick. But as always, he’s too strong, and soon he has me face down, pinned to the soft carpet of the plane with my arms crossed behind my back.

“Oh, how I have missed you, Zoe.” He presses himself into me.

I can’t struggle, I’m at his mercy.

“You have cleaned up nicely. Those twink boyfriends of yours have certainly looked after you.”

I tense at his words. How the hell does he know about Tomas and Mateo?

“That shut you up. Yes, Sapphire, I know about the three of you. Watching you was the best porn I have ever seen. You really are a good little girl, taking two cocks like that. Now that I know how much you like it, Dmitri and I will have some fun with you.”

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