Finn hugs me to his side and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I will. Get some sleep.”
My feet carry me down a spiral staircase to an even smaller hallway with two doors, one on each side. I open the one on the right and find the bedroom. Slipping inside, I kick my shoes off and slide Finn’s flannel off of me, balling it up to sleep on beside my pillow instead. The yacht rocks lightly, the sound of the ocean a dull roar that lures me to close my eyes.
BANG!
The yacht rocks violently. I shove myself upright, listening as it sounds like the deck is splitting in half. There’s a barrage of footsteps while alarms blare. Then I hear it, the distinct sound of gunshots, followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor. My first instinct is to hide. But Finn is all alone up there. We have no backup coming for us in the middle of the ocean. I want a chance to save him, to protect him, or even a fighting chance to join him in death, if Marco does not spare him.
I leave my feet bare and carefully tiptoe to the door, easing it open. A strong hand grips my wrist, and I’m yanked out of the room.
“Long time no see, love,” Marco drawls, his cold, onyx eyes staring down at me.
I blink, wishing this was a nightmare. “Not long enough.”
He chuckles darkly. He always did find my defiance a turn-on. Marco yanks my arm, and my body crashes into his. “Don’t worry, pet. I’m going to take you home where you belong. I can’t wait to fuck that nasty biker scum out of your system.”
My lips slam shut. I can feel angry heat rising up my neck and blooming on my cheeks. “He’s my husband.”
Marco’s jaw tightens so sharply you could cut a diamond on it, while his teeth grind together. He leans in, his facecentimeters from mine. “That’s a problem easily fixed,” he grits out.
Fear bubbles in my chest, followed quickly by disgust when he boldly runs his hand over my breast, squeezing to the point of pain. Leaning back, I spit in his face, hitting his eyes directly. Marco yells and swears, his hands coming up to wipe the spittle away. At the same time, I slam my knee up right into his groin. He doubles over, allowing me to yank free of his grasp and sprint up the stairs.
“GET HER!” he yells, growling behind me.
I run like my life depends on it, trying to get up to the top deck. My legs pump, and my lungs burn painfully. A thick smoke hovers around the mid-section of the yacht. My eyes sting while I fight to keep them open, desperate to find Finn.
“Finn!” My voice sounds hoarse as I break the top, the sunlight beating down. Black smoke and flames rise toward the sky, and I instantly retreat, my back slamming against a hard chest.
I whirl, hope flaring in my heart, only to once again find myself facing off with my captor. “No.” I try to run, but he stops me, his arm banding around my waist, yanking me toward the stern.
“You’re coming with me, my little love. I’ve grown tired of your little game and waiting for you to accept me. You pushed my hand by running off with this biker trash. Now I have to kill him too,” he says, his voice threatening. I know exactly what he plans to do with me when he gets me where he wants me, and I refuse to live as his captive again. I twist in his grip, kicking my legs, fighting against his hold. Marco snarls, fighting against me, half-dragging my body on the ground.
“Let her go.” Finn’s voice is hard and deadly calm. I freeze in Marco’s hold, tears rushing to my eyes when I see him. His hair is wet, his shirt covered in patches of blood. His gun is in hishand and aimed right at Marco. Knowing he’s in a predicament, Marco holds my body to his, making it difficult for Finn to take a shot. He won’t chance hurting me, and Marco knows it.
“She’s mine!” my captor yells, viciously, his grip almost painful now where he holds me. I can’t hold in my wince, and Finn sees it. His knuckles whiten around the grip.
“Actually.” Finn cocks his head, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “According to Tennessee law, she’s my wife. Also, she wears my mark, so in the eyes of the club, she belongs to me.”
Marco tightens his hold, a snarling sound escaping his lips, before he spits at Finn’s boots. “She was mine before you ever got your filthy hands on her. There’s a way to take care of things legally. Or I could just kill you now. Less paperwork.”
The look on Finn’s face becomes dark, sinister, and makes me feel hot all over when he runs his eyes over my body. “I’m the one who taught that hot little body exactly how to take my cock and my cum before you ever saw her face, Bianchi. Her virgin blood was all over me before she helped save your sorry excuse of a life.”
Marco’s breathing rattles in my ear. The glare in his eye when he looks down at me is murderous. I never wanted him. I fought his advances until he threatened my life, or the life of whoever tried to help me. Finn advances, and Marco retreats, my back still firmly to his front.
“Face it, Marco, she never wanted you. She’ll never lie under you, begging for your cock, like she does for me. My pretty wife jumped at the chance to take my ring and spread her thighs so willingly. Over and over again.”
Finn continues taunting Marco, and I realize it's having the desired effect. He’s unstable, and hearing about how I want Finn in ways I’ve never accepted Marco is a blow to his ego.
“Tell him, Win. Tell him how you let me fuck you bare, and that you screamed for it.”
My pulse rockets, and a blush covers my cheeks. His words should not affect me so much right now. There’s a maniac holding me, and all I want to do is climb my husband. “Finn,” I say his name, my voice sounding raw, needy, and just husky enough that it snaps Marco’s resolve.
The man behind me yells, his hand lifting to raise his gun. My eyes widen. Finn still can’t get a shot off, while he’s a wide-open target. Everything slows, just enough for me to think. I throw my body back, my head colliding with Marco’s chin, knocking us off-kilter. I somehow manage to dig my heels into the deck and scramble backwards, before hurling my body to the side. The sudden jerking movement knocks me into Marco. His weight and mine stumble to the side, and I use that momentum to help push us over the edge. I hear Finn shouting my name, but it's already too late.
Marco’s hold loosens as we free-fall into the water. I’m submerged instantly, my lungs seizing as I try to hold my breath and not panic. Hands grab at me, and I wiggle to get free, kicking my legs and scooping my arms, trying to get to the surface. My head breaks through, and I gasp for air.
“You’re not getting away from me, bitch!” Marco yells in my face, his hands clasping around my neck. “If I can’t have you, he won’t either.”
That's all the warning I get before I’m pushed back under the waves. My hands scratch and claw at him, my feet kicking wildly. My heart thuds painfully in my chest while I struggle to hold in air. My vision turns spotty. Everything becomes more difficult. Fear and sadness war inside me. I don’t want to die this way. I don’t want my parents to hear that their youngest daughter met the same fate as their oldest. I don’t want the club to feel responsible. In my heart, I believe what Finn told me. They’re my family as much as his. I want Finn. Every moment in my life, both good and bad, plays in my mind. In every clip, it's hissmile, his eyes gazing back. I hold onto that image. I hold onto the moment I first fell in love before everything goes black.
