Damn…why hadn’t I thought of that? How would I get Petra to do this under the table though? If O’Leary found out, he’d have me committed or locked up. Maybe even both.
“I can’t find out…they’d know I was working it and I’d lose my badge.”
She shook her head. “Don’t do that. I’m sure she’ll get away from your partner just like she continually escapes from you.”
I hoped so.
“Where are you going?” I asked her, noticing the travel wallet sticking out of her bag.
“Business trip,” she replied. “Cuba is one of my go to places so when they decided to have their annual conference there, I couldn’t say no.”
“Well, safe travels,” I told her. “Don’t worry, Camille, I’ll do whatever I can to help her.”
“I know you will,” she replied, putting her sunglasses back on and standing up. She slung her bag over her shoulder and leant down to place a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.”
I watched as she left the cafe, and headed out of sight. Slinking down in my booth seat, I sighed heavily as I finished my coffee. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Maurelle
The familiar curl of his dark hair was what caught me off guard. I’d remembered it because that was the one thing I focused on when he would walk away from me after he’d brutalized my body. His smile irked me as he talked with his friends at the bar, probably discussing new victims they were targeting here.
The fact that he was here, inmycountry, felt a little too convenient but my anger took over and I followed him.
Here.
The small town just outside of Anchorage was quiet, the perfect place to start his empire over here.
No.
I’d never allow it.
He said his goodbyes to his friends and headed back to his car. It was in the parking lot, away from the bar’s entrance.
I picked up my tranquilizer gun and aimed it at his neck. Even from the distance I was at, I would be able to get him. I waited until his car was unlocked and pulled the trigger.
He stopped moving, grabbing at his neck and pulling the dart from his neck, looking down at it before dropping it and looking around. I put my gun away and walked over to him, standing there, looking down at the man who was once a beast to me.
My tormentor.
Recognition sparked in his eyes before he passed out. I pulled him up, throwing him in the back seat of his car before I grabbed the keys from his pocket and jumped behind the wheel. I took off, driving toward the cabin I had rented under yet another alias that I hadn’t used yet.
No one was going to stop me from doing this.
Not even Kane.
I pulled up outside the cabin, which was secluded, in the woods area, overlooking nothing but icy fields and trees. I dragged him out of the car and up the three stairs to the door, hearing and feeling every clunk as he was dragged over the wooden and splintered stairs.
I opened the door and dragged him through the small area to the bedroom where I’d removed the bed and all furniture and had constructed a web, just like the one I’d kept Kane on. I had to say, I loved the spider web design. It was handy, especially this one…this one had holes where the web was intersected so I could poke at him as much as I wanted. I’d laid out my weapons on the side table, and even had the poker heating in the fireplace. Strapping him to the web was harder than I thought but once I’d hefted his bulk up onto it, I quickly tied his hands as tightly as possible before doing the same to his legs, making sure each ankle was spread out so he was spread eagle.
I pulled a chair over to sit in front of him as I waited for him to wake up. Finally…after years, and years, I had him in my possession and I was going to take my damn time to make sure he never did this again.
Slowly, I saw his fingers twitch as the tranquilizer wore off. His eyes opened, and he blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the pure white iciness of the outside window. His eyes rolled around a few times as the drugs wore off and he realized he couldn't move. He pulled his hands a few times, making a fist, to try and shift the leather straps but they wouldn’t budge. His head rolled forward and that’s when he saw me.
His expression was blank, confused and then recognition sparked, a slow smile made its way onto his face.
“My little cherub,” he spoke in French. “It has been too long. I knew you would find me again.”
I stood up. “It seems, Vicomte, it is I who has found you.”
