“I have to get off this boat,” I whispered.
“What?”
“I have to get off this fucking boat.”
Chapter Ten
Zachariah
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The situation in Miami wrapped up with relative ease and I found myself back on the boat by midnight. I hated to miss a night with Lucinda. The moments I had to check on her, she’d been having fun, but she’d turned in early and had her dinner in her cabin.
I hadn’t been able to reach Marcus but I would deal with him in the morning. Perhaps him and his blonde submissive were enjoying their time together. I felt relief in my gut. Although I had suggested it, if he wanted to see Lucinda off the boat, I would have ended his life. I didn’t expect Lucinda to remain alone forever, but If I couldn’t have her, he didn’t deserve her either.
Once back on the boat, I’d returned to my usual morning perch in front of the security feeds in my stateroom, waiting for Lucinda to appear. By ten o’clock, she hadn’t emerged. Was my sweet sub not feeling well? I called Carol.
“Yes, Sir?” she answered
“Carol, come to my office please.”
“On my way.”
A few minutes later, Carol knocked and entered.
I shut off the monitor and joined her in the main room.
“Did you speak with Lucinda last night?” I motioned for her to sit. “Was she not feeling well?”
“I was told she was having dinner in her cabin, but I haven’t seen her since she and Marcus were hanging out on the diving platform yesterday around noon.”
“What were they doing?”
“Sir.” She blushed and averted her eyes. “They seemed to be getting along well. I could have the staff check on her.”
“Yes. Do that and report back to me immediately.”
“Of course, Sir.” She stood. “It’s been a lot of activity the last three nights; she might have just needed a night to recover.”
“Please, Carol.” I stood up, half ready to go check on Lucinda myself.
Carol nodded curtly and ran out the room. I went back to the cameras, but not to check on the hallway outside of her room. I punched in the search for the camera on the stairs leading to the diving platform and ran the tape back until I found what I was looking for.
Lucinda stepped on the platform, appearing to enjoy the view. A hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. I switched to another angle, but I only caught the door to the storage closet closing.
Fuck, a blind spot from the ship’s cameras. I fast-forwarded until Lucinda came back into the camera view, but she no longer looked normal.
Lucinda looked terrified.
“She’s gone!” Carol yelled through my office door.
“What?” I flung the door open and stepped toward her. She cowered back. “What did you say?”
“I’m sorry sir, but Lucinda, she wasn’t in her room. Her stuff is gone.”
I stormed toward Carol, but stopped myself. She was supposed to be my eyes and ears on the boat. How could she possibly miss a whole passenger leaving? Especially one she knew was important to me.
I stepped back around my desk and lowered myself into my seat. “Carol.”
