Set free

Chapter 4 Niko's POV

A week after I successfully kidn*pped the angel of the underground, the one that was meant to be untouchable, I was finally on my way to her. I stayed and played my part with Frank. Answering all the questions the police had, the FBI agents had any other official Frank had in his pocket that was working on this case. All the evidence had been gathered and nothing led to me. They had seen exactly what I had wanted them to see. Exactly how it had all been planned. Frank was unhinged, the ripples this had sent through the underground were like a tsunami wave. Frank had everyone looking for her, including the most depraved killers of the underground. He was shelling out cash left and right and a reward had now been placed on her head.

I was cleared, not only cleared, I looked to be on the hunt for her too, if anyone dug into me. They would hear phone calls from me saying I wanted her found. Transactions to a private bounty hunter and a private detective, money wired to fake people, of course, that would eventually come straight back to me after bouncing around for a while in offshore accounts to lose the money trail. It looked like I wanted the men found and the organization that took her. I wanted it for the purpose of ego. She had been snatched from under what looked like my protection at the time and I didn't want to be seen as weak. Plus, the money Frank was willing to pay the one that found her was a decent sum of ten million. I had to wonder if he would put such a bounty on his wife's head if she was to go missing. Probably not.

My trip here has been covered by me traveling for work. Pictures of me would show up in the press of me leaving dinners and meetings in New York. My flight plan would say New York too. It would even show that my plane had landed and anyone hacking airport security would see me walking through the airport. I had some of the best hackers in the world working for me. I have publishers in my pocket. This island was not registered to me or anyone that can be linked to me. It was owned by a business person from South Africa, or so it would be seen if anyone ever got curious and looked into the island.

Frank may think he was the sh*t but he was nothing and had been for a while. He just didn't know it yet and neither did the rest of the underworld and the syndicates. I had people in my pocket and on my team that Frank couldn't even fathom. He stuck to old school, the same as a lot of the don's. I knew the importance of being up-to-date with the times. I learned how to hack, I learned how to fight, and I learned how to be feared. I knew to rule this world you had to be on top , a slob like Frank who no longer carries a gun would never be on top.

The plane landed on my private runway, and already I felt the tension snaking its way through my veins. This place was my escape when I had done all I needed to do. This place will be where I eventually disappear. I had no plans to grow old and be taken out by the next up-and-coming youth, Don when I started to weaken and gray. When I have done all I set out to do. My retirement will be here. Where no one can find me. This place usually relaxes me, but knowing she is here it's doing anything but. My reaction to her was not something I had planned for. Nor will it be something I allow to cloud my head. She is the enemy and that is how I must see her.

Nick tells me she has been, for the most part, quiet. She hasn't demanded to be let free or even asked where she is. She hasn't even asked what we want of her. Which is usually the first thing out of a captive's mouth. He said she had only spoken to ask for some clean clothes and to ask if her mum was safe. Oddly, she hadn't asked about her father.

Stroking my chin as the plane's engines start to switch off, I stay seated and look out the plane's window to my home. To one side, a large stretch of trees shadowed it and to the other, a large beach that stretched a couple of miles before hitting the clear blue water. The house sat higher than the beach. It was a decline down to the water's edge and that was because beyond the trees was a huge drop-off cliff, where the waves were angry and crashed into the side of the island like a raging bull seeing red.

The runway for the plane and a large storage building were built on the other side of the house. The trees had once surrounded it, but unfortunately, I had to take them down and flatten the land to be able to land a small private jet here. If the pilot didn't land right or the plane malfunctioned there was a chance we would barrel straight off the island into the sea where the waves were like bulls. I saw a car pulling up onto the tarmac and watched as Nick got out. We had come a long way from being thugs on the streets dealing bags. My father's money stashed had helped us on our way. But not only was Nick a fast little f*cker in a fight, he was also good with money, investments, stocks and trades. Nick had made me, well, not just me, us a f*cking fortune and that was what then set up other business ventures that led us catapulting to being comfortable with money, to being stupidly filthy f*cking rich.

" Sir, you can depart the plane now " the female air stewardess stated. Turning my head to look at her, I eyed her. I watched her breath hitch, although she tried to hide it. Her blonde hair was scraped back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, her lips were painted red and the uniform clung tightly to her body, showing she had a nice figure. Glancing down, I saw she had a black skirt over black tights. Her feet were in high black heels. Looking back up, I saw her lips were parted slightly and a red blush on her cheeks. This whole flight here she had been trying to get my attention, and I was only just now showing her any. I had been too locked up in my own mind to concentrate on anything but the image of her, eyes wide with fear, lips red and her body trembling and then how she had looked at me with trust. As I told her, I would be right back. I had been wondering how she would look at me when she realized I was the one that had taken her.

Looking back at Nick, he was looking up at the plane patiently. He looked calm and collected, nothing like how I felt inside. I need to release some tension. Looking back at the girl who looked confused as to what I was doing, I reached for my belt and unbuckled it. Her eyes followed my movements, widening, her bottom lip got sucked in between her teeth. Lifting up, I slid my trousers down my thighs and took my boxers down with them, so my c*ck sprung free and slapped against the white shirt I had on. The tie and jacket were already off draped on the chair across from me from when I boarded the plane.

" Lift your skirt and drop your pants and tights to your ankles, if you want it, ride it " I told the girl, more like snapping it at her as a command. A shaky breath left her lips as she released the lip from her teeth. She hesitated. " The offer expires in ten seconds " I said impatiently. She moved quickly after that, her hands quickly jerking her skirt up and pulling her pants and tights down. She moved, going to straddle me facing me, her hands going to my shirt as she was about to sit down. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She froze, her eyes snapping up at me in shock and confusion. " No, face the other way and ride me" I ordered.

Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but I didn't give a f*ck. This wasn't anything more than a release of tension. She either took it or she didn't, but I knew she would. She had eye f*cked me the whole way here. I let go of her wrist and she scrambled to turn around. I placed one hand on her hip and the other gripped my c*ck as I positioned it at her entrance. I didn't prep her, but she was already soaking. I was quite large and even with how wet she was, with no prep, it would still feel like I was tearing her open. She started to sit down slowly. I heard the hiss of breath being sucked through her teeth during the sting. She tried to maneuver me into her slowly, by doing small rises and falls of her hips. But I had other ideas. I let go of my c*ck grabbed her other hip and pulled her down in one move. She threw her head back, a scream leaving her lips. " Now ride me" I hissed through my own clenched teeth. Letting go of her hips, I gripped the arm rests. She soon got over the initial sting. She repositioned herself a few times to find the right angle that didn't feel like I was about to rearrange her insides and she started to bounce, her gasps and moans filled the plane and I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, concentrating on the tight heat gripping me. It was impersonal. I never touched her again besides from where our bodies were connected, but she came before I did, nonetheless.