Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

David let out a primal growl, punching the boxing bag again and again. He was tired and sweaty but that creeping tension inside his body just refused to disappear. “Screw this!” He threw the gloves on the ground and headed for the bathroom. Maybe he should take a cold shower.

The streams of water washed off the sweat, but other than that it didn’t help at all. He stood there, spreading soap over his skin, remembering how she leaned against him and tilted her head back, her hair tickling him. The sound she made when she came. “Bloody hell.” His d**k was hard again, completely oblivious to the cold water that nearly made David’s teeth rattle. He sighed and turned the tap to raise the temperature a bit, his hand grabbing and stroking the inconveniently enlarged part of his body. He moved faster and faster, trying to remember the feeling of her mouth around his d**k, her tongue softly circling it and tickling its tip.

The relief came mercifully fast, leaving him panting, sad and guilty. What the hell was he doing? He was always one of the good guys, a soldier, a bodyguard, a SEAL team member, a private investigator. It was not like he hadn't kidnapped, tortured, or killed people before, but he could at least tell himself it was for a good cause. What did he become now? Kidnapper and torturer of innocent women? A rapist? Laura would be terrified of him.

Laura is not here. This ‘innocent’ woman’s father had her murdered. It doesn’t matter what she would think. But it did matter. In his strive for revenge, he has just crossed a line. Or at least came dangerously close to it. Yes, the time was running out and he was going to have to make a decision. Anderson was not going to do it. That much was obvious from the start. He would rather sacrifice his two daughters than compromise himself. The original plan counted on killing one of his daughters as payback for all the lives lost because of him. If it were just the younger one, David probably wouldn’t hesitate much. But the older one…

Christina. Her name was Christina. He had avoided thinking about her in that way until now. It’s easier to kill someone when it’s just ‘the girl’ or even ‘Anderson’s daughter’. But if you have a beautiful and kind woman named Christina with the deepest green eyes you have ever seen, who also by the way gives amazing blowjobs, you don’t simply walk over to her and shoot her in the face. And not just because of the blowjobs.

When he entered a small briefing room, fully dressed and fortunately without an erection, the others were already waiting for him. Shannon, Adam, and Luis, the three people he could trust with his life, and already did so several times. “Anything?”

Adam’s blonde head turned from side to side. “Just as we expected. No reaction.”

“What a cold-hearted bastard.”

“You have no idea,” Shannon scoffed. “Watch this.” The recording she showed him came from a hidden camera in one of Anderson’s offices. David spent a lot of money to get it there but it really paid itself off. “A psychopath. Seriously, how do people not notice he is a damn psycho? Part of me just wants to stream this straight on Youtube.”

David shrugged. “Because he is smart and also a great actor. I mean he was married for years and his wife had no idea. And showing this to the public wouldn’t help, he would just call it out as fake and we would lose the camera and put our person inside in jeopardy.”

“True.” Adam sighed and looked at the others with hesitation. “So boss. What now?”

That was the big question. The threat they issued stated clearly that the girls would die. But Anderson obviously didn’t care, the video proved it beyond any shadow of a doubt. "Look, guys, I know we all agreed to the plan, but… We can't kill them."

Adam and Shannon smirked at each other. "You owe me ten bucks." Adam pointed a finger at the redhead and then turned to David. "You know I was against the plan from the start. And not just because it was dangerous. But because if we go through with this…"

"...how are we any better than Anderson?" David finished the sentence. "Sorry, man, I know you tried to tell me, but I guess I just wasn't in the right place to hear it."

"Well we are all glad someone made you listen," Luis glanced at the screen showing Christina's cell.

"Oh, shut up," David rolled his eyes. "By the way, have you two seriously placed bets on whether I'll kill them? You're assholes."

Shannon giggled and Adam patted his back. "I'll get the van ready."

The younger sister was already in the car, heavily sedated. The little b***h actually bit Adam when he came to her cell, so he got mad and gave her a slightly bigger dose than necessary. She was in for some pretty bad headache when she wakes up. Shannon and Luis were bringing Christina, blindfolded and hands tied again, and David felt his heart speed up. You are in so much trouble. He waved his companions away and untied the scarf that covered Christina’s eyes.

She squinted in the sharp light the fluorescent tubes on the garage ceiling provided. Her eyes looked around cautiously, widening in fear when she noticed her sister in the back of the van. “Michelle!” she cried out and jumped to her, grabbing her hand.

“She is alive.” David walked closer and she turned to him, trembling in fear. She didn’t seem stupid, must have known the two days he gave her father were almost over. “Your father has decided to ignore us.”

“No.” Her head shook in disbelief, eyes jumping between her sister and him. “Please don’t hurt her. I...” she took a deep breath, “if you have to kill someone, then… take me.” David scoffed. How the hell do you hate such a stupidly selfless person? It was just not possible. “I mean it,” she added quickly, misinterpreting his scoff as disapproval. “I’ll do anything you want.” Such intensity and desperation in her eyes. “Anything,” she whispered and then caught him by surprise by crossing the distance between them and placing her tied hands on his crotch.

He gulped and quickly grabbed her wrists, stepping a bit away from her. If he let her touch him a second longer, he probably would have to f**k her right there on the oil-stained garage floor, next to her unconscious sister and within earshot of his people. Not that he didn’t want to. But that would make this situation even more absurd. You won’t get another chance with her. So be it. She deserves better anyway. “I’m flattered, but I think we will make other arrangements.” Was that a flash of disappointment in her eyes? Yes, of course, she is disappointed you haven’t raped her. Seriously, Parker, you are losing your mind.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket, the blade slid out with a push of a button. The girl hypnotized it while biting on her lip. She tried to take a step back, but he was still holding her wrists. The knife cut through the rope tying them together and was returned to the pocket. David carefully touched the bruises on her skin and then let go of her. “We will let you go. Both of you.” She gave him a cautious look. “Your father might be a heartless murderer but we won’t sink to his level.”

Christina opened her mouth, most likely to defend her father again, but then decided to shut it. Smart girl. “Really?” Her voice was quiet and trembling.

David nodded and a syringe with sedatives appeared in his hand. “We’ll sedate you and take you somewhere your father’s people will find you. There is something I want you to do though.” This was risky. It’s stupid. Very risky. “I want you to take this flash drive and watch the video on it when you get home. Don’t tell anyone about it. At least until you’ve watched it. Then it’s up to you what you do with it.” He felt a bit guilty about giving her the footage, but she should see who her father really was.

The drive itself contained no other data, but the engraving on it led a cautious and smart observer to one of the contact points David used to communicate with some of his informants. That’s why it was so dangerous to hand it over to her. If Anderson got to it, he might start sniffing around closer than they would like. There really was no logical reason to give her a way to contact him again. Why would she want to do that, other than having him arrested or shot? Still, a man can dream. A man can also be delusional.

Christina frowned a bit, but took it off his hand and hid inside her pocket. “Okay,” she nodded. “I will.”

“I would prefer it if you didn’t give it to your father,” he hesitated a bit, realizing it wasn’t just his own life he was putting in danger.

“If that’s the only thing you want from me,” she laughed nervously. “I promise,” she added in a more serious tone and for some reason, he believed her.

Her eyes followed his hands as he took the cover off the needle. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Much. You might want to take a Tylenol when you get home.”

She smiled faintly and closed her eyes. He emptied the injection into her shoulder and caught her when she lost consciousness, carefully putting her down next to her sister, resisting the urge to kiss her goodbye.