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CONTENTS Love's Dangerous Territory Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Epilogue About the Author 3

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**** Love's Dangerous Territory C. L. Scholey Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language. This material is meant for mature audiences!

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Love's Dangerous Territory A Whispers Publishing Publication August 2010 Copyright (C)2010 C. L. Scholey Cover illustration copyright (C) 2010 Rene Walden of BG Designs ISBN Not Assigned All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the Web-without permission in writing from the publisher. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. Published by: Whispers Publishing, P.O. Box 1165, Ladson, SC 29456-1165. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Dedication For my sister Julie, who said I could. For Seani, who helped. For my husband Sean, and my daughter Cassie. And for my mother, Marilyn. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Prologue **** "It's a good thing these cameras have zoom lenses. You wouldn't catch me that close to one of those great, hulking beasts," the pretty young woman confided. She crouched amidst the brilliant colored foliage, well shielded. The forest was thick with vegetation even though they were well into autumn. Her voice carried barely above a whisper to escape detection. A man of fifty plus squatted closely to her and smiled indulgently, he then chuckled softly. She wasn't frightened of the massive animal, just voicing her opinion. Her long, feather-light, brown hair blew into her heart-shaped face and across her camera lens. She batted at it, annoyed, and repositioned her camera. A rapid succession of pictures was rifled off at lightning speed with quick efficiency. "They are beautiful though," the man responded. The huge, lumbering Kodiak stood to his full height and scratched long vicious claws at a tree, shredding the bark, marking its territory. The camera was again in action. "Yes, very beautiful and very deadly," the young woman replied softly. She then lowered her camera and gazed up at her boss. The Kodiak dropped down and rummaged through the forest floor, grunting softly. "There are more deadly and frightening things out there that walk the earth, Christy. Yet, I agree with you. I'm 8

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beyond glad we are way over here," her boss said just as softly, with an air of teasing mystery. "Oh, Sam, you are always so melodramatic," Christy said, rolling her eyes. Her boss chuckled lightly. "And you are way too innocent." Christy and Sam backed away from the massive bear slowly, quietly, their soft-soled running shoes making no sound on the muffled carpet of wet leaves upon the dense forest floor. Christy placed her camera back into her backpack as they walked along a well-worn animal path. Surprisingly, they were not far from the large cabin they had rented, and soon enough were entering the front door, feeling the relief they always felt at returning safely. The area they were in was far north, hundreds of miles from the nearest civilization. Human population was almost nonexistent. The animals ruled here; it was their domain. It was not uncommon to wake to a moose at their front door, chattering raccoons scurrying across the roof, or a curious bear that ventured forth to gaze into a window. The eerie, yet beautiful song of wolves was sung nightly for their entertainment. Christy dumped her backpack onto the rustic, solid maple kitchen table and headed for the ancient refrigerator. She removed a bottle of spring water, cracked the lid, and took a long, satisfying swallow. Sam reached around her for an ice cold beer. "Looking forward to heading home?" Sam asked. "I'm looking forward to being clean." Their cabin possessed a small, serviceable shower; however, Christy had been 9

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warned against using soap, perfume, or deodorant while shooting. They didn't want any of the wildlife attracted to them by curious odors. It would be too dangerous. "I'm dying to sink into a hot bubble bath and use shampoo and conditioner. My hair's all full of static, and I'm tired of cotton mouth. I want to use toothpaste again on my toothbrush." "What is it with women and cleanliness?" Sam asked, and finished half of his beer in one swig. "Same as it is with men and beer," Christy retorted, eyeing him intently. "We've just got to have it." "All right, I give," Sam relented, holding out his hands in supplication, smiling. Christy yawned tiredly. It had been a long week. If they were successful, this photo shoot would make a name for her. Her greatest joy was wildlife. Sam had been gracious enough to include her along this time. She knew he had more experienced photographers; offhandedly, he had casually mentioned he saw something in Christy that reminded him of himself. She had a real gift for her profession. Though not exactly fearless, as she was very cautious, her shots were indeed works of art. She brought life to her still pictures, as though capturing the animals' spirit or their very soul in timelessness. "I guess we better get packed up," Sam said. He stretched widely while groaning loudly. "I suppose," Christy said, and emitted her own soft sigh. She glanced longingly around the spacious, though somewhat primitive old cabin. Even though she had been working, this still felt like the first vacation she'd had in months. 10

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Photography was her passion, her life. Work was sitting at a desk, doing the laundry or dishes, not taking pictures of beautiful animals. Her gloomy eyes flashed briefly towards Sam. She was already feeling a sense of nostalgia. "You're good, Chris, one of my best. I know that now." Sam placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You've proven yourself. We'll be back, sweetheart, I promise." Christy's eyes lit up gratefully. She had followed him around all week without hesitation. She had trudged after him through the engrossing woods, capturing pictures of bears, wolves, cougars and bobcats. The wildlife magazine that had contracted them would be more than impressed with their work, she felt certain. Christy's face glowed with unveiled gratitude. She headed off to her room to pack. There wasn't much to pack, just enough to fit into a duffel bag. It wasn't as if they needed clothes for socializing. Christy hadn't bothered with makeup, and most often, her long hair was held back by a single elastic in a serviceable ponytail. Sam headed to the fridge and once more cracked open a bottle of beer, the last. "Looking forward to being back in the big city?" Sam asked Christy. They traveled slowly along the rough terrain in their rented jeep, bursting occasionally through the wayward branches that stretched as though to keep them captive. The only indication of a road was a hint of wheel indentations within the ruts on either side of the vehicle. 11

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Christy hung on absently to the handle above her window to steady herself. "No," she replied shortly. There was nothing to go home to. She was an only child, both parents deceased. Not even and aunt or uncle to call her own. Sam sat quietly beside her, though he cast a sad, sorry glance towards her that spoke volumes. She was already feeling her loneliness. For one brief week she'd had him all to herself. She was by no means attracted to him, and Sam knew that. It was his companionship she coveted, nothing more. At fifty-four he was more of a father figure, he had been for the last six months. Sam reached out and gently clasped her hand. She felt her cheeks flush when he laughed softly at her death grip on the armrest between them as the jeep jumped and rocked. "We will come back," Sam once again promised. Christy knew the snow would soon be falling. Their return would not occur until the following year, months away. She would be alone again. She would once more be forced to return to her lonely apartment, her solitary existence. After her parents' deaths, Christy felt there was nothing keeping her in her hometown. Her failed relationship with her boyfriend went sour and she had needed to get away quickly. Answering an ad for a photography studio, Christy had sold everything and moved, hoping to start fresh. She hadn't realized the damage her ex had caused, and she was afraid to make friends, afraid to repeat a disastrous relationship. Christy began to once again harden her heart against the 12

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impending loneliness. She gazed out the windshield to the road ahead, becoming lost in her thoughts. Christy's emotions closed down, her eyes shuttering over to keep out rays of self-doubt, filter aloneness. Sadly she knew one of the reasons Sam had been hesitant to include her was because of her distant attitude. He had commented she was a sweet, skilled young woman, but she couldn't blame him for being reluctant. After all, who wanted to spend an entire week in seclusion with someone you felt was emotionally constipated and withdrawn? She knew Sam had been pleasantly surprised as her joy at being included caused animated responses. With his help, she seemed to crash free from her concrete shell with each picture she took and shared with him. With each sentence they spoke, she showed her eagerness for acceptance, and she was so grateful to him for his patience and understanding. Her transformation from a world of emotionless zombies into a world of the emotion-filled living increased. A metamorphosis took place. Her conversations with him were witty and thoughtful, filled with intelligent insight. She was well versed, and though she knew he felt her to be young, at only twenty- three, was able to articulate on his own level. Sadly the concrete was reconstructed. She had no desire to return to the real world, a world of cruelty and hurtful people. Her enigmatic shield was again soundly in place as they approached the small landing strip which would take them to a larger airstrip in a single engine plane. 13

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Upon vacating their vehicle, Christy slung her duffel bag to her shoulder. The sky was blue, though a few clouds dotted the horizon; there was a crisp bite to the air. They approached their pilot, Howard. A small, charming man in his early sixties, Howard came forth and extended his hand to Sam. "Good trip?" Howard inquired. "You bet," Sam responded, and eagerly shook the man's hand. "How about you, little lady? I see no dashing bear made off with you," Howard said. Strands of tawny fine hair blew into Christy's eyes and she lifted a slender hand to brush her locks aside. The pilot was assessing her with a small smile; his look was appreciative, not predatory, and she wasn't offended. She was only about five foot two. Maybe one hundred and five pounds fully clothed and soaking wet. She was used to a man's open stare, it happened often enough, and had learned to differentiate long ago between lewd and admiring. Lewd she ignored, admiring she thought to be delightfully sweet. "I've got a slight change in flight plans; you know, a last minute thing. I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable, but it's only a two hour flight," Howard mentioned as they walked towards the tight quarters of his six seat plane. "Oh, and what's that?" Sam questioned as they boarded. Christy stopped dead in her tracks. Already on board was a police officer. Dressed in plain rumpled clothes, unshaven, his expression somewhat haggard, she could still tell he was a cop, as his handgun was in plain sight, strapped to his large 14

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chest under his opened jacket. It wasn't the weapon that gave him away. It was the dangerous, dark-haired, darkeyed, powerful, angry looking man in handcuffs beside him. A man whose eyes bore into Christy's, keeping her more captive than he was. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter One **** "Ma'am." With a tip of his head the officer respectfully acknowledged her. Christy felt herself impaled by the dark-haired man's intense stare. "Come on Christy, it will be fine," Sam said gently. Sam took Christy's arm and propelled her to the two back seats. They buckled themselves in. Christy made a point of looking out the window, at the floor, into her sweatdampened hands. She knew the man's gaze was following her every move, burning her image behind his cold, calculating eyes. "Sam?" Christy finally mumbled hesitantly, her eyes fleeing to his. The small, fine down hairs on the back of her delicate neck rose to stand tall with her apprehension. She would have liked nothing more than to crawl under her seat. "It's all right, ma'am," the officer was quick to say. "You're in no danger." The pilot gave a meaningful scowl at the officer. "Mr. Morrison is a regular and extremely well paying customer and a good friend. If he even so much as mentions he doesn't want your prisoner in the same plane as himself or young colleague, you will have to be removed immediately. "So it's your call, Sam," Howard said. "But the next plane out won't be for at least three days and I'm told a storm is 16

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brewing, so it could be longer before I can make my way back." "Sir, you have my word you are in no danger. It is detrimental I get my prisoner to our destination. I can't afford a delay," the officer said. Christy could detect the slightest hint of urgency in the man's tone. His jaw clenched and unclenched. She felt goose bumps rise on her skin. She wondered what these men could be running from—or perhaps they were hiding. From the looks of the powerfully built dark-haired man and his unnerving glance, she was certain she didn't want to know. A cold feeling of foreboding ran ice cold fingers up her spine. She resisted the urge to run from the plane. "Just keep his eyes front," Sam grumbled out with obvious annoyance. The officer gave a quick jab to his prisoner. "Cool it, Lando," he commanded. After offering Christy a smug, lascivious smile that made her cringe with apprehension, the dark-haired man turned slowly to face front, then settled back leisurely. "All right, everyone, seatbelts on and sit back. Remember to keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times," Howard offered, though no one smiled at his lame attempt at a joke. "Whew, tough crowd," he then commented, shaking his head. Christy closed her eyes and hung onto Sam's arm unconsciously. She hated takeoffs and landings. They seemed even worse in smaller planes, though she knew Howard was a 17

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competent pilot. On their trip there he had been witty and kind. Their flight had been uneventful, if mildly turbulent. Noisily, the engine revved. The somewhat uneven, grassy airstrip jolted them slightly as the plane gained momentum; the numerous coniferous trees at the sidelines whisked by. With Howard's practiced ease they were soon airborne. Christy gave a soft sigh once the aircraft evened itself out. When she opened her eyes the man, Lando, the officer had called him, was again staring at her intently. She also noticed Sam's dark glare as he locked his own angry eyes on the man, once again trying to divert his attention from Christy. "I said, cool it!" the officer snapped at his prisoner, and again gave him a good jab. Lando offered him a contemptuous look. "What the hell are they gonna do, open the door and ask me to leave?" He scoffed. "I got two parachutes," Howard said with a wide grin, as if in warning. Christy watched as Lando narrowed his unnerving eyes, assessing the pilot. She could see his grudging respect for the scrappy little man. It was apparent Howard wouldn't take any of the man's nonsense. The feeling was a comfort. She could see Lando's annoyance as he settled himself back, and she gave a sigh of relief when he closed his eyes, apparently deciding to drop the issue. Christy woke with her head on Sam's shoulder. She sensed she hadn't been asleep very long. After Lando decided to leave her alone, she relaxed, then gave in to her well 18

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deserved weariness. Now fully awake, she yawned slowly, and then realized she felt a bit of discomfort. It had been a busy and exciting week. She also realized they hadn't really had time to stop for a decent meal and her tummy growled loudly. She looked up as Lando shifted in his seat to once again gaze upon her. Christy blushed deeply with embarrassment. The man lifted an amused eye, determining where the sound had originated from, and once more faced front. "Hungry?" Sam asked casually. "Starving!" she replied, her head nodding in enthusiastic confirmation. Sam laughed. Now who was being melodramatic? "Once we get to the airport, I know of a little restaurant where we can go. It's like a bed and breakfast. Mrs. Jones makes the best spaghetti and meatballs you have ever tasted. She bakes her own garlic bread from scratch and heaps on gooey, melted mozzarella. That, coupled with her fine handpicked wines made from her vineyard. She grinds the fresh Parmesan onto your food right at the table, and her handmade Caesar salad has garlic-roasted, home-baked croutons, with warm cooked, thick slices of maple bacon that just melt in your..." "Sam," Christy suddenly whined. "You're not helping." She was mortified when her tummy once again rumbled out a loud, angry protest. Sam chuckled and offered a soft apology. "I'll feed you when we land," he modified. "Thanks," Christy mumbled. 19

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"Sounds good though," Christy heard Lando mutter. "Yeah," the officer wistfully concurred. "Sorry, Lando, you and I have a date with the vending machine," he said, suddenly abrupt, then added grouchily, "I'll be happy to deliver you to the proper authorities. I want to go home to my beautiful fiancee, who I haven't seen in well over a month." "I should charge you with cruel and unusual punishment," Lando commented, with obvious annoyance. Christy could see his deep scowl of distaste as the men continued to bicker. "Although the vending machine will be a relief from soggy wieners, rock hard beans and burnt macaroni." "Just be grateful you're still alive," the officer replied, his lips settled into a fine grim line. Lando snorted at him and scoffed, "If my people had found us, we both know who would stand a much better chance of survival." The officer colored brightly. "So just what is it you did, son?" Howard asked curiously. Christy had been wondering the same thing; their conversation was intriguing. Though the officer was indeed fairly young, it was apparent he had been chosen to stay with the prisoner because his own large stature almost matched the size of his charge. Even with Lando wearing handcuffs, she could sense he was still highly dangerous. The only possible reason Howard would have agreed to take them on must be because he didn't like the idea of leaving the young officer stranded at the secluded airstrip. It was just a small cabin and an outhouse, with a somewhat bumpy field to take off on. 20

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Sam had mentioned this time of year the weather was extremely unpredictable, volatile at times. She doubted Howard would want to chance flying back for them. "I'm a hit man for the Mafia," Lando replied, deadpan. "Enough!" the officer snapped angrily. Christy turned a ghostly white. It was all too apparent the fearsome man was not joking. Her eyes widened fearfully on the two men, who appeared on the verge of a verbal battle once more. "You jab at me again and I'll send you out the window without a parachute," Lando warned. The officer scowled darkly at him and Christy was amazed; it looked as though the officer stilled his hands from fear. Christy shuddered at the realization. What kind of brutality was this man capable of to frighten such a large, armed police officer? "Harmless, eh?" Howard commented casually to the officer. Christy was impressed as the small man, having witnessed the same scene, still remained undaunted. "We'll be out of your hair soon enough," the officer said. His gaze was inadvertently drawn to his watch. "Not soon enough for me," Christy muttered. She clamped her lips shut as Lando once again leveled an intense stare in her direction. Christy could feel the sensation of the hair on the back of her neck rising once more. She resisted the urge to bury her face in Sam's chest. Instead, she lifted her chin and locked her flashing eyes on the large, arrogant man, hoping to stare him down. Lando narrowed his eyes, accepting the challenge, with obvious amusement. His almost black eyes bore into Christy's 21

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until she was sorry for eliciting the confrontation. Lando's gaze intensified until Christy's defiant stare contorted with fearful concern. She hazarded a glance at the window, noting with trepidation she could fit through it a great deal easier than the officer. Her eyes lowered in defeat, sensing Lando's satisfaction at her fear and his victory. She highly doubted she would make another comment like the last, if she ever spoke again throughout the rest of the flight. Christy was out of her league. This man looked brutal, and she was no match for him. Christy jumped involuntarily as Sam reached over to take her hand. She had almost snatched her hand away at the sudden contact; she then blushed with deep embarrassment at having her fear found out. It was apparent Sam had witnessed their battle of wills. She knew he admired her spirit, but she also sensed he guessed who would prove to be victorious. They were only half an hour into their flight. Christy couldn't help but feel a sense of panic. She felt a deep certainty this would be the longest hour and a half of her life. "Why don't you try going back to sleep?" Sam suggested gently. Like that would ever happen! She would likely wake screaming in terror. She could never fall asleep this close to a confessed killer. She would rather be closer to the Kodiak. No, she decided, the very last thing she needed was a nap. Not much time passed before Christy noted the dark clouds creeping in upon them from the distance. She could 22

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hear a distinct rumbling over the roar of the engine. It didn't help that Howard kept tapping his radio at the static. "Blasted piece of junk," he finally muttered, and turned it off. "What's wrong?" the officer inquired. "Mountains interfering with my reception," Howard offered. "Happens sometimes." "He's right, Christy. I've flown this route enough to know it's happened before; everything will be fine," Sam said soothingly. Her face had paled significantly as the flight progressed. Her fear had been increasing as the wind seemed to pick up and the small plane rocked and dipped at the turbulence. Her hand clutched at him once more. "Don't worry, honey. If we crash I'll take good care of you," Lando said to her, though his tone and meaning were anything but protective. His intent was clear as he looked her body over lingeringly, and Christy shuddered, frightened further still. This time she did reach for Sam to lay her head on his shoulder in concern. "Hey, buddy, why don't you shut up?" Sam snapped at him, wrapping a snug arm protectively around Christy. "Let's all just calm down. I want everyone to tighten their seatbelts, just as a precaution," Howard interfered calmly. The pilot was having enough trouble controlling the plane as it dipped and rose, without a brawl breaking out. Howard grabbed up his microphone after once again turning on the radio and tapping it. 23

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"Tower one, come in please." No response. "Tower one, this is Charlie Zero Niner. Do you copy? Talk to me, Frank." The radio seemed to come to life and they all heard, "Charlie...Niner...Tower...Come in." "Frank, what's with the clouds?" Howard asked. "Storm..." came a static, broken reply for all to hear. "Say again?" "Storm...change heading," once more a broken reply. "Copy that Tower one. I'm changing my heading," Howard replied. Again an unintelligible response, then static. With ease, the small plane smoothly shifted towards a new direction. Yet, what Howard had not heard was detrimental. It was the storm that was changing its heading and he was to in fact remain on course. His new co-ordinates would take them directly into a raging bitter wind of icy sleet and rain. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Two **** Christy hung onto her seat for dear life. The small plane dipped and swayed, jerking their bodies about as the wind howled with intensity. They were thrown about like a child's plaything. The sky had darkened to a pitch black, except for the occasional brilliant flashes of lightning, giving them brief, terrifying glimpses of their dismal surroundings. Christy looked imploringly to Sam, seeking comfort, but what she saw in his eyes was less than encouraging. He was as terrified as she was, his hands turning white at his powerful grip on the seat. Howard struggled to keep the plane on course, a struggle he was fast losing. The sleet was battering the wings mercilessly, the ice clinging and building into heavy sheets. After one final, valiant chug the engine spluttered, stalled, and then remained an eerie silent. "What's happening?" the officer called over the noise of the storm as Howard frantically punched a button to restart the engine. After hitting it repeatedly, he then grabbed at his microphone, holding it shakily to his dry lips. His voice cracked as he relayed his message. "Mayday! Mayday! Tower one. Do you copy, Tower one? This is Charlie Zero Niner, engine failed, we are unable to maintain altitude. We are going down. Repeat, we are going down. Do you copy? Our co-ordinates are..." Howard never 25

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finished his sentence. The plane suddenly shifted on a severe updraft, swooped abruptly, and nosedived. Howard slammed forcefully sideways against the window, cracking it in the intensity of the sound blow. He slumped, his bloodied head falling forward onto his chest, his eyes now gazing sightlessly, the hand mic falling from his now limp grasp. Christy screamed in terror as the plane plummeted to the earth. Its memento gaining, an ominous rushing sound surrounded them, washing over them like a flowing current of terror. She clutched at Sam's arm in horror, pulling at him frantically, seeking even a small measure of comfort, wanting him closer. All rational thought eluded her. She was certain they were all going to die... "Take these off!" Lando demanded of his handcuffs to the officer. He held out his arms, thrusting them forcefully in his face. The officer stayed immobile for a moment, but Lando remained persistent until finally eliciting a response. The officer struggled briefly to release him, fumbling with the small key as though in a daze, until Lando grabbed the key with his own hands and managed to release himself. "Help me!" Lando yelled over the storm, springing to his feet, but none moved to offer aid. He struggled with Howard's seatbelt in an attempt to move him away from the controls. He pulled the slight man's body awkwardly sideways while battling the resistance of the shifting plane. Lando grabbed the controls and, with incredible strength, yanked at the yoke, but was unable to pull the nose of the plane up. Frantically, a thought came to mind about the 26

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parachutes Howard had claimed were aboard, but he dismissed the idea. They would undoubtedly crash before he could find one, get into it, and open a door. Realizing dejectedly there was no hope, that the crash was inevitable and there was no alternative to the unavoidable occurrence, Lando jumped into his vacated seat and snapped his seatbelt on. "Put your heads down, we're gonna crash!" he yelled back behind him. Christy continued to scream in terror and Sam remained unmoving. "Heads down, now!" Lando bellowed out once again, his fearsome gaze locking with Sam's terrified sight. Sam blinked at him uncomprehendingly for a brief moment. Lando was about to howl out another command, but Sam grabbed Christy by the neck last moment and pushed down hard. Lando watched as Christy fought with him, now consumed with her fear. The large man threw most of his body over her, protectively pinning her with his somewhat larger bulky frame. The last image to capture Lando's attention was a brief silhouette of the top of a very high, massive tree. The dark startling green flashed, then disappeared within a sheet of misty, hazy snow. He had been correct in his assumption their downward spiral was close to an end. He braced himself and wrapped his arms around his head; he squeezed his eyes closed. The first horrendous jolt sent him into unconsciousness, and Christy's screams of terror faded within the blackness. The small plane's right wing slammed into the top of an enormous coniferous tree, sending the craft spinning 27

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sideways as the wing was ripped off like the sickening loss of a limb. Another battering ram pummeled the left wing, splintering it, in the unavoidable collision. The remainder of the aircraft struck the ground with a heart-stopping jolt, flipped, struck, snapping the tail, then flipped once more to rest against an ancient tree trunk beyond, battered and damaged with old age. The behemoth had suffered its last assault. With a painstaking slowness, as though loath to give up its final breath, the tree creaked, cracked, roots tore from the ground, its insides shattered, imploding, sending it to its final resting place...but it would not rest alone. Christy heard a horrendous crack from above her head; her body was jerked and pressed painfully double. Sam's body weight increased; the pressure became unbearable, overwhelming, and then smothering. Christy gasped for air, struggling. Her screams had turned to a strangled cry as she fought for her last breaths. The noise of the storm and her whimpers gradually faded in Christy's ears as her breathing slowed to the point of being almost nonexistent. The black, evil cold that had surrounded her became soft, warm, white clouds with a gentle, enchanting breeze that encouraged a response with clear, sweet air; it stirred her. "Christy." She heard a voice. It was faraway, dreamy in quality, and familiar. "Mom?" Christy called softly, curiously. "It's all right, honey. Everything will be all right," her mother soothed. Christy reached for her hand eagerly; her mother's soft features—but shimmers on a pond—faded slowly. The 28

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luminous, sweet, gentle light grew fainter, and once more surrendered to the hideous, frightening darkness. The storm's fearsome noises pounded out around her. Terror of the unknown once again enveloped her. "Mom?" Christy called again. But she was gone. "Mom! Mommm!," Christy screamed over and over until her breath escaped her. "Don't leave me all alone again...don't leave me," she sobbed, as her pained voice faltered. But she was all alone. Christy slipped into oblivion, giving up her fight, and allowed the darkness to take her this time. Christy woke in a daze. She could feel the icy rain beating down on her wet, frozen face. A cold, biting breeze ruffled her clothing, and she shuddered. "Mom?" Christy choked. Her throat was raw from screaming and she could barely make out her own pathetic cry. Her entire body throbbed painfully when she tried to move. No one answered. Slowly, realization dawned. She had been in a plane crash. "Sam?" she whimpered out instead; again, no response. She noted absently his body was no longer pinning her to her seat. She waved her hand in front of her through the pitch-black night, and connected with another human form. "Sam?" She sobbed with tremendous relief. She was not all alone. When Sam failed to answer, she remained unconcerned. She herself had drifted in and out of consciousness. She felt around for her seatbelt and unclasped it. Shifting closer to Sam's comforting body, Christy grabbed at a limp, heavy arm and placed it around herself. She snuggled in closer to him, placing her head on his sodden 29

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shoulder, sheltering her face from the cold dampness of the whipping wind. She balled her fists under her chin with her arms pressed tightly to her chest for warmth. "It's okay, Sam. We landed. It's okay now," she croaked out. Then, pulling Sam's jacket more securely around them both, Christy once more succumbed to oblivion. When Christy again woke, the freezing rain and wind had stopped. Light was dotting the horizon through cracks in the trees, reflecting off the battered plane. She glanced around herself in confusion. She noted Sam, still unmoving, beside her. "Sam?" she questioned softly. Her throat remained raw and painful. She shook him slightly. Sam's head fell forward at an odd, grotesque angle. Christy sat back slowly, filled with apprehension. "Get up, Sam. Please," she quietly pleaded, her eyes clouding over and her reasoning faltering to deny the obvious. Christy slowly reached out a soft, cold hand and ran it gently down his roughened face after she righted his head back into a more normal position. "Never mind, Sam, you sleep for awhile longer. We were very busy this week. You need your sleep." Christy pulled his arm around her once more and again placed her head on his shoulder, squeezing her eyes tightly closed at the sudden hurtful, knowing pain within her breast. Sam was gone, her only friend; the pain was unbearable. A set of dark eyes had been watching the exchange intently. Lando knew Sam was dead, as were the others. Only he and Christy had survived. He had felt her weakened pulse after pulling Sam's large body off her. Sam had almost 30

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suffocated her, trying to shield her from impact, and he was quite surprised she had awakened at all. Lando had then spent a great deal of time rummaging through the plane, finding anything useful, mindful of his own aches and pains as he had not escaped the crash unscathed himself. His head ached painfully from the blow that had rendered him senseless, but he refused to dwell on it. With some dismay, he noted the emergency locator on the plane was broken; with the beacon shot, they were all alone. The first item he grabbed had been the officer's gun. He had dumped Christy's own duffel bag out in search of anything that would aid in his survival. Now that Christy had regained consciousness, he thoughtfully wondered what to do with her. If he left her alone, the elements would kill her...eventually. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a slow and agonizing death. In her state, he knew it would take too terribly long to succumb; her small body and hands shook, and she seemed to be hallucinating. He had heard her pitiful cries for her mother, she thought the deceased man to be only resting; her mind must be gone from the shock. He knew he should put her out of her misery, it would be the only merciful solution. Yet, assassin though he was, Lando had never once killed a woman. He had never even entertained the idea. He felt they were too defenseless; the very idea sickened him. Grimly he was reminded that that particular idiosyncrasy was why he was in this precarious predicament now. Lando's ears suddenly tuned intently, and he noted the curious sound he was now hearing was her humming softly. 31

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Her body rocked back and forth like a small, frightened child, her eyes were opened wide as though unable to take in everything...or perhaps to see a place beyond her terror. A slight, painful groaning could be heard occasionally from the back of her throat. She probably wouldn't even notice his approach. Sighing softly, he resolved to just get it over with. It was a damn shame; she was such a pretty little thing. Moving forward grimly, Lando hardened his heart. Not a difficult thing for him to do, really. He often wondered if it was even in there. Christy's humming ceased abruptly as she caught Lando's movement from the corner of her eye. She glanced up carefully as he approached her, his eyes locked with hers. He heard her whimper; her straining body cuddled up closer to Sam. One by one her tears slowly began to fall. "Please," she begged softly to him, her breath ragged. "Don't hurt me." He could tell she knew what he was intending. She could probably see it in his cold, soulless black eyes, his calculating approach, and the set of his emotionless expression; it was the expression he used for his marks; it was his mask, and his shield. He knew she could tell he was going to kill her and she was completely defenseless against him. Damn! He had felt certain her mind was gone. With her sensing his intention this would prove to be more difficult. "It won't hurt, sweetheart," Lando soothed. "Please don't," she begged again, her body cringed at the sound of his deep, guttural, uncaring voice. "No please, please, I beg you." Her eyes looked imploringly into his, eyes 32

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that now flowed with her frightened tears un-dammed. She pulled on Sam's cold body in an attempt to hide under him. Her pitiful whispering caused Lando a moment's pause. Perhaps he should just wait until her time was closer. The cold would soon cloud her mind and she wouldn't be so fearful of him; hopefully she would once again slip into unconsciousness. He couldn't possibly take her with him. He felt certain she was too far gone, her body incapacitated, and she would only slow him down. Though small, he liked not the idea of carrying her over miles of exceedingly rough terrain for God knew how long; it could take weeks upon weeks. Her sobbing once more captured his attention. Lando noted the poor little thing was pulling pathetically on the dead man's clothing, seeking his protection. His coat was large, and she had it wrapped almost around the both of them, trying to hide from him. An idea came to Lando. He crouched down before her violently shaking form. "All right, sweetheart. I won't hurt you. I will trade you. Give me Sam's jacket and I will leave you alone, I promise," Lando said quietly. Cautiously, she peeked out from behind Sam's coat up at him. Lando knew there was nothing she could do but comply; her gaze went to the officer's gun tucked within the front of his belt. She nodded slowly up at him and reluctantly began shifting away from Sam. She looked away as Lando removed Sam's coat, placing her shaking hands over her eyes. Once Lando had stripped the man of his jacket, he turned and left the woman alone. He felt positive now without the added protection of the coat she would more swiftly succumb. 33

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Hopefully she would not have to suffer much longer. Christy watched Lando's retreating back. She felt frozen, terrified. She was so tired and alone. It would be so easy to give in and go to sleep. Yet, if she were ready for death why had she begged him to spare her life? Was it just the way she was to die? Or did she want to die on her own terms? Not at the hands of a merciless monster. Her confusion was too great to ponder, and on a deeper level she sensed her physical shock and confusion. Teeth chattering, she moved slowly away from Sam's cold body, too tired and too unwilling to dwell on her thoughts. With sudden determination, she approached Howard's still form. He was the smallest of the men, and Lando had not bothered with his jacket. Christy struggled to remove it. Though she wore her own coat, it was a 'city' coat, as Sam had laughingly referred to it. Howard's was more suited to the extreme elements. Cautiously, Christy peeked out a shattered window. She had to get away. She knew from looking at him Lando was completely without mercy. He had taken from her the one thing keeping her sanity from slipping. She could no longer cuddle up to Sam's protective body, which had shielded her from the harsh cold; she could no longer close her eyes and bring forth an imagined image of him waking and comforting her. Stealthily, she exited the plane through a small, jagged hole near the lost wing, pushing her way through battered tree branches. Her body aching in protest and clutching the jacket around her tightly, Christy ran, stumbling towards a cluster of large, moss-covered rocks. Seeing a small opening 34

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at the bottom of the rocks, Christy crouched low, scooting inside, her mind vaguely worrying about wild animal inhabitants. Thrusting the thought aside, she squirmed as far back as the small hole would allow, breathing heavily, flinching as tiny stones embedded themselves into her hands, cutting into her pants at the knees, her ankles protesting as her sneaker clad feet dug atop the ground, aiding her forward motion. Christy felt certain the large man would never be able to squeeze in to reach her. Shaking with fear and cold, Christy attempted to pull herself into the fetal position, managing somewhat in the tight enclosure. Her body strained from the exertion, and mentally and physically exhausted, she fell into a fitful sleep. After gathering all items he felt useful, Lando had sat down to wait. He had taken a piece of metal that had broken free from the plane and, using a hand-sized rock, he had pounded it as best as he could into the shape of a crude, serviceable bowl. Hopefully he would come across water he could boil. He had started a fire with the officer's lighter. Thank heaven the man had been a nervous smoker. Unfortunately, Sam's cell phone had been broken on impact, as it had been on his belt when he had been crushed. Christy seemed not to possess one. Lando shoved both flashlights he had found into the duffel bag. He tossed Christy's camera, though used the case to hold her sewing kit and a small first-aid kit. Not much was to be had. Both he and the officer had come without even a change of clothes. Thankfully a small amount of extra clothing had been at the tiny cabin they had gone to, although they had 35

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left them behind when they had departed. He had stripped the deceased officer of most of his attire, as both men were close to the same height and weight. They hadn't had much time to prepare for their hasty departure. They had wanted to get him as far away as fast as possible, and keep him safely away. Oh no, they couldn't give up their only chance at finally nabbing his notorious boss. A powerhouse of a man who had eluded them for decades. Lando's thoughts reflected back to the evening before. He hadn't been in the least bit surprised when the cop had informed him their cover had been compromised and their need to move immediately was imperative. Their flight from the safe house had been fast and furious in the dead of night's cover. So fast and furious they had blown a front tire, damaged the radiator, and cracked the axle. They had been lucky to come across Howard and the tiny airstrip after numerous anxious filled hours of walking a somewhat overgrown road. Howard hadn't brought them in originally, and the cop had fast peddled, telling lie after lie, to swing a ride from the reluctant man. Their own return flight had been grounded from home base by mysterious circumstances; an alternate route hurriedly mapped out and traversed. They had thought themselves to be safe once aboard the plane. Lando shook his head at the irony of his situation. He gazed about himself for a brief moment, thinking at least there was an upside to this dilemma—his ex boss couldn't possibly find him when he had no inkling of where he was himself! 36

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Lando looked over the meager items before him once more; he figured he might be able to use the floss for traps for small game. Christy's socks would prove useful as mittens if he were to slit small holes for his thumbs and baby fingers. Tylenol and a few mints, some hair elastics and a few razors, a flare gun. Checking his watch, Lando arose grimly; he realized he had been stalling. There was not much light left in the day and he needed to get moving. He had waited long enough. He couldn't leave the poor, helpless little thing and he couldn't take her with him. Whether or not she pleaded with him, he would not leave her to die in such a torturously slow, brutal fashion. He would hold her closely while easing her fears and sharing his warmth. He would talk calmly and rationally, urging her to remember a warm, safe place, and once she calmed to the point of relaxation, he would physically end her misery. He couldn't afford to put a bullet in her; he would need them for hunting. Quietly, Lando entered the plane. If he were a praying man he would have prayed she had already given in. He felt sickened with himself at what he was about to do; however, he had been party to a few mercy killings. He only hoped if ever he were to be in the same situation, someone would show him a shred of humanity, not that he felt he deserved it. Lando stopped short when he realized the girl was gone. How she had slipped by him undetected was a mystery; he was amazed she could even walk. Most likely it had been while he was banging on the metal; he had created quite a racket. Apparently she wasn't as injured or addled as he had 37

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assumed. More than likely she had just wandered off in a dazed and confused, lost stupor. "Well, I guess assuming really does make an ass out of you and me," Lando muttered. This was an inconvenience. His gaze shifted to his warm, beckoning fire absently. For a moment he stood quietly thinking. Why should he bother? She meant nothing to him. With irritation, he knew instinctively that not knowing what had befallen her would drive him nuts for the rest of his life. Damn curiosity being part of human nature! Now he would have to go look for her. Upon exiting the plane, Lando glanced around, searching the distance. She couldn't have gone far. She was weak and exhausted. He had been certain shock had set in. Her frame of mind was still up for question. He remembered she had been hungry. Spying small footprints on the opposite side of the plane, Lando followed them, certain he would come across her still form lying helplessly amidst the foliage. He hoped that was the case. He would then gently return her to Sam's side and be off. His confusion intensified as he came to a cluster of rocks. Kneeling on sticks and dead leaves, Lando crouched down to peer into the small, cave-like hole. Just barely he could make out her still form pressed against the stone. He listened intently and could hear her quiet breathing. Lando slumped himself down. Damn! He was too big to crawl in after her. She was too far back to reach in and grab. He looked to the sky and again checked his watch. Only a few hours of daylight remained. He didn't want to leave her while she still breathed, but what else could he do? They had 38

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flown way off course, perhaps hundreds of miles farther north. No one would be looking for them out here. It might take days for the elements to kill her if she were semi-mobile. If a wild animal were to stumble upon her she would be ripped to shreds. It would indeed be a slow, agonizing death. "Please." The whimpered, agonized plea reached his ears. Keenly, Lando listened. "Please don't leave me," the softly pleading voice called out. Her throat was raw and raspy, and he remembered her screams of terror aboard the plane. "Come out, sweetheart. I'll sit with you," Lando coaxed gently. He saw her tiny body jump as though he had awoken her from her dreams. Her wild eyes focused on him and he sensed her overwhelming panic. "Please no, don't hurt me," she wept. Lando could see her pressing herself back as far as the cold stone of the cave would allow. She was whimpering pitifully. "Come out and let me end your suffering, sweetheart," Lando said sympathetically. His heart near ached for her. Lando had listened as a great many men begged him for mercy. He never remembered anyone getting under his skin as she was. It was almost unnerving. Christy was sobbing hysterically. Her breath came in ragged, choking gasps. "You...you prom...promised. You...you have...have the...the jacket." Lando exhaled a loud breath. He had promised. With resolve, he rose to his feet. At least his curiosity had been 39

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satisfied, he knew where she was. Stupidly, he pulled a chocolate bar from within his jacket. Hopefully she would be dead by morning, but he wouldn't kill her. He dropped the food at the front of the cave. He knew he should save it. He could use it. She was struggling so hard for her last few hours he would generously offer her this small mercy. Lando made his way back to the fire. He would leave tomorrow, after she had died. It just did not seem feasible that she would survive the cold night. At least tucked safely in the small crevice-like cave, he doubted a wild animal would get her. **** Christy awoke slowly. Her own body heat within the tight proximity was enough to keep her from freezing to death, just barely. Her muscles screamed in agony when she moved painstakingly from her little safe haven. Her head emerged to peek about the clear, bright morning. She found the food the man had mistakenly dropped on the ground and ate it quickly, choking it down her agonized throat, the whole while wondering if he would come back in search of it. She emerged cautiously from her hiding place, fearful he would grab her at any second. Stiffly, Christy approached the plane, her movements exaggerated from pain, her feet barely making any distinguishable sound as she took each step painstakingly. Her eyes dancing fearfully around, she caught sight of her large tormentor. She ducked when she noted him standing quietly, as if listening intently. He began stomping out his 40

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fire. Hidden behind a huge tree, she watched as the man carefully slung her own duffel bag to his broad shoulder. He seemed to glance about carefully and Christy held her breath. After a moment, he moved off slowly into the woods. She watched silently as he disappeared completely from her sight. Christy ventured forth and stuck her hands into the hot, dead ashes, hardly noticing their warmth, she was so terribly cold. She whimpered as she glanced around. She was again completely alone. Her frantic, darting eyes settled on the ground before her, resting on a small package. With hesitant excitement, Christy reached out her dirty, soot-covered hand and then snapped up the small bag of opened peanuts lying on the ground. Lando had again been careless. Dumping the entire contents into her eager mouth, Christy rose. She knew instinctively there would be nothing left in the plane. Most assuredly he had found everything down to used gum or lint-covered mints left under the seats. She also realized she could not look again at Sam's cold, lifeless body. He was the first person she had allowed her defenses to drop with since her ex-boyfriend. They had become close over this last week. She knew painfully if her ex-boyfriend, Chad, had been here he would be haranguing her on how useless she was. Christy looked at the crumpled plane. Only death was there. Her eyes darted with trepidation at the dense foliage surrounding her, engulfing her, taunting her with its devious malevolence. Where should she go? She couldn't stay alone with three dead bodies that would soon decompose, drawing animals, deadly animals, to their scent... to her. What should 41

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she do? Which direction should she take? What if she wandered farther into nothingness? She was so alone, there was no one... There was someone... She was not in fact completely alone; there was another living breathing soul, a distant oasis that could stay at arm's length. After a brief moment of indecisive hesitation, she slowly began walking after Lando. He wouldn't think she would be foolish enough to trail him. Maybe he would again get careless and drop more food. Lando had been aware of Christy's movements as she had approached the plane. He had unobtrusively watched as she dropped down to hide from him. He was amazed she still lived. He had seen the bruising on her hands, neck, and face. He suspected she sported broken bones from the painful way she favored areas of her body. Still, she persevered. He had promised not to hurt her, but realized he had made the promise under false pretenses. Besides, he was more than able to kill without causing someone great pain. Perhaps he was just being cowardly. Grudgingly, he admitted to himself that was, in fact, true. He didn't want to take her life, and he was annoyed with her for placing him in this position. When he had seen she had survived the night, he almost felt like cheering. She was tougher than she looked; he had to give her credit. Still, he was faced with the dilemma of what to do with her. When the package of nuts fell to the ground, Lando almost picked them up, and then decided against it. Let her have them, a voice came loudly to mind. In his profession he was used to listening to gut feelings. Why not? Being of a skillful 42

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professional when it came to survival in human nature, he knew she would trail him. Frightening or not, he was still the only other human out here. She didn't have much choice. He would start out slowly. It would not take long for her to fall from exhaustion. When she did, he could then end her suffering. Feeling resolved, Lando set out at a steady pace, making sure she was following him. He lagged occasionally when she fell too far behind, and made a grand show of coughing or yawning tiredly and rubbing at closed eyes when she almost stumbled upon him by accident. They trudged slowly on for hours through the dense foliage, but this time when Lando stopped to allow Christy time to catch up with him, she didn't. He was unable to detect her lumbering, slow approach and soon realized she was no longer following him. Feeling her time was now imminent, Lando carefully backtracked and came across her huddled form in a small clearing. She was weeping softly. Her body rocked with the intensity of her despair. "You were right." He heard her ragged breath cry out hopelessly to the gentle current of wind, as though it would take a message to its destination. "I am useless. Wouldn't you be laughing now if you could see me like this?" Angered, Lando almost approached her. She was anything but useless. Even powerful men he had known would have succumbed faster than she was. He knew he could offer her no comfort while she still had her wits about her, her fear of him was too great. Lando rubbed at his drawn face tiredly. It was only early afternoon. He still had at least three hours of traveling time. 43

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She would be following him no more this day, he was certain, unless he intervened. "Damn!" Lando suddenly exclaimed loudly. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Christy flew to her feet, stumbled, recovered, and, limping heavily, raced to hide behind a large tree. Lando came out into the small clearing; he made a grand show of looking at the ground as if in search of something important. "I must have dropped it around here somewhere...there you are!" Lando bent over and picked up an imaginary item. He then rose slowly and made a grand show of stretching and yawning. "Damn, I'm so tired." Lando settled himself down against a large rock. He made a point of removing a package containing two large, oatmeal raisin cookies. Thankfully Howard had been a packrat and had a variety of goodies sequestered away aboard his plane. Lando noisily ate one, then again yawned with exaggerated movements. He closed his eyes and was soon snoring loudly. The other cookie had fallen to the ground, seemingly unnoticed. From her hidden position, Christy gazed longingly at the food. Her tummy rumbled, yet without its prior intensity. Christy felt certain even that part of her anatomy was feeling her exhaustion. Gingerly, she lay back against the tree gratefully. She could not have gone another inch without rest. Positive she remained undetected, Christy closed her eyes and succumbed to her encompassing weariness. Lando approached Christy's sleeping form with caution, his movements stealthily practiced and precise, honed after years 44

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of intense trailing and tracking. She lay curled in a tight ball, her small hand, fisted, was tucked under her chin. Lando studied her delicate features more intensely than he had originally. She was indeed badly bruised. Already deep lavender circles were forming under tired eyes. Perhaps she could be saved. Her determination was proving to be admirable. She really was tougher than she looked. Maybe if she could follow him long enough, he could propel her to safety. The dilemma of how to aid her would prove bothersome. Besides, Lando had never saved a life, just taken them. Hopefully that part of his past was just that...past. Slowly, Lando rose to return to his previous position. Night would soon be falling; he would require a safer shelter. This neck of the woods was decidedly dangerous. Still, he was uncertain as to what to do with the girl. The rational part of him screamed to just end her suffering while she laid vulnerable out in the open, the other decidedly louder voice implored him to allow her to live. Lando was irritated. Since when had he developed a conscience? Coming to a conclusion, Lando removed one of Christy's thick sweaters from the duffel bag. He had thought at the time it might make a decent pillow. Now balling it under his head, he coughed loudly. He wanted to get moving. When he stopped next it would be closer to dark and it would be getting colder. Though she was now in Howard's serviceable jacket, it might not be enough; the temperature would dip substantially, and she might freeze to death. 45

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He noted with annoyance Christy had not stirred. He coughed again, only louder. Still no response. Angrily, Lando launched into a coughing spasm that would have impressed a director if he were playing a dying scene. He noted with evil satisfaction as Christy jumped to her feet, petrified. Lando resisted the urge to chuckle at her discomposure. Instead, he rose noisily, allowing the sweater to fall behind him onto the ground. He grabbed up the duffel bag and, leaving the cookie and clothing behind, he once more trudged off at a slow pace. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Three **** Christy gazed at the blazing fire longingly. After Lando set out once more she had discovered the cookie and her sweater mistakenly left behind. She removed Howard's and her coat, donned the sweater, and dressed again. She had almost stepped on the cookie. Christy broke it in half; one half she tucked safely in her pocket, the other she savored slowly. She wondered at Lando's carelessness. Perhaps he was feeling as exhausted as she was. He certainly was coughing a lot. Perhaps pneumonia was setting in. Now darkness was upon them. Lando's roaring fire beckoned tauntingly from a few feet away. Christy had been forced to dive for cover as he occasionally wandered in her direction in his pursuit of firewood. The built up blaze of orange and red colors danced, acting as a teasing magnet. Christy would like nothing more than to cuddle up closer to it. She had ventured as closely as she dared, protected by the darkness, wincing as sticks snapped under her feet and old dry leaves crunched. Lando appeared unconcerned, and unaware, she absently wondered how acute his hearing was; she felt she was making a god-awful racket. But he laid back, his arms tucked under his head, his back resting against a huge rock, his sleepy eyes fixed on the heavenly fire. Christy noted with some annoyance he was using one of her Angora sweaters as 47

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a pillow and a pair of her thick thermal socks as mittens. Angrily, she thought if she were just a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier she would give him what for. Then, on a soft sigh, she realized he would still be a great deal bigger than she was and most likely be able to kick her behind. Settling back, Christy closed her eyes. Even though she could only just barely feel the warmth of the flames, the soft snapping and crackling sounds were comforting. She envisioned herself back in her parents' home. They had a wonderful marble fireplace her father would light on the few rare weekends he wasn't working, a clear indication to Christy he would be remaining home with his family for the day. Her father had been a doctor, working his way up the corporate ladder to claim well earned status on the board of directors. Her wonderful, loving mother had been a social butterfly. She loved to organize events and charity affairs. That was where she had met Chad. An aspiring young intern who revered her father, and someone her mother approved of. They had planned on being married. When her parents were killed tragically in a car accident, Chad had become domineering. He decided he should be the one to control all of their finances. Whenever Christy had protested, Chad would become angry. The name calling started shortly thereafter; he slapped at her occasionally. Then finally one day, after she had voiced a concern, he had hit her, hard. She had cowered in a corner, terrified of him, her arms splayed before her in a frightened, pleading gesture. Never before had she been punched. 48

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The blow had sent her reeling into the wall painfully and, horrified, she had heard an awful snap as her arm had connected with it. She had cried pitifully up at him in an agonized daze. With a look of seething contempt, Chad had stormed from the house. She realized sadly it was over then; she would never spend the rest of her life being abused. Her self-respect was worth more than that. Christy had broken their engagement, sold her parents' home, and fled to the city, where she had hidden within her job, refusing to allow anyone to get close enough to hurt her again. Christy shifted into a more comfortable position, unable to sleep. Though she liked being outdoors, she didn't like being terrified out of her mind. The darkness was engulfing. Although the starlight was brilliant, she couldn't even make out her hand in front of her face. The cabin where she and Sam had stayed was, for the most part, modernly convenient. At night when she had felt fearful in the dead quiet, she just needed to listen quietly for Sam's soft snoring from across the hall. When Christy had vacationed with her parents, it had always been to secluded resorts. Never once had she been camping. Her mother's idea of roughing it had been when the hotel room hadn't come with a blow dryer. Christy wondered if her passion for wild animals was the result of her not being allowed to explore the great outdoors. Being her parents' only child, and having no other family, they were both terribly strict and overprotective, to the point where even her friends had been hand-selected. As a result, none were ever close. She had never once had the pleasure of a true best friend. 49

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When her parents had died and Chad turned on her, she was all alone. She had thought nothing could ever feel so frightening. Now she knew she had been mistaken. She remembered Sam's teasing warning about other more horrible things that walked out in the world. He had been right. She was living it; out in the middle of nowhere, hurting and cold. Lost, alone, and starving. Worse still was the fact she was only a few feet away from a merciless murderer, hoping beyond hope he knew at least where they were heading. Christy slowly ate the other half of her cookie and finally closed her eyes. Though afraid, she gave in to her compelling exhaustion, pulled herself into a tight ball, then slept. Lando was aware the moment Christy fell asleep. She began softly weeping, and occasionally cried out for her mother. He knew she would not be so foolish as to make those noises while awake. He had ignored her softly creeping body as she had moved closer to the fire. She had ventured so near he briefly wondered if she were about to climb into his lap. Her attempts at being silent were about as successful as a goat in a china store, a big, clomping goat. After almost stumbling on her while looking numerous times for kindling, Lando had been tempted to shout at her. Was she really so naive as to think he couldn't see her? Did she think him that stupid and unobservant? He could only cough so often; his own throat was starting to protest. No wonder he never strove to save a life. He was ready to kill her out of annoyance. 50

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potential. Lando had been snapped up quickly and was well taken care of, his every whim catered to, desirable willing women, continuous money, fast expensive cars, and a high life filled with endless excitement and ultimate power, which he wielded with expertise. He, in turn, took care of his 'family'. Whenever one of his people had lost someone close, Lando took care of the assassin. That he more than took care of them was well known even in the farthest of circles. His reputation was fierce, his hard-handed blows to powerful predators was unparalleled. But this last job... His own boss's wife and daughter had been gunned down mercilessly; a pointless execution from an ambiguous man who challenged their family dynasty in a senseless power play. The pain of his boss's loss had consumed the man. Revenge was his only thought as the agony overwhelmed him. Any shred of decency he had once possessed was destroyed. As Lando had predicted, a hit was ordered and he was anxious for it, hungered for it. He had respected his boss's deeply devoted wife, and his daughter had been beautiful, a cheeky, well loved cherub of nineteen, quick to offer a teasing smile at what she referred to as the face of granite. When the call came down, Lando sat speechless as he was ordered not to kill the assassin, but the man's family. The wife, a woman of only twenty-two, a nine-year-old son from a previous marriage, and a three-week-old baby girl. Lando had been outraged. He stormed at his boss he didn't do women; he knew it was one of the deals. That he was the best in the business was the reason he had been chosen gave him no 52

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peace of mind. They would be extremely difficult marks to be sure; they were undoubtedly well protected. Up until then his boss had always respected that one flaw in Lando's armor; he killed the evil, not the innocent. Absolutely no one would ever make him slaughter a young, helpless boy. The baby girl...three weeks? Good God. What was her crime, except to be born into the wrong family? Sickened, Lando had stood while his boss's empty, soulless eyes looked at him threateningly. He quietly informed him perhaps it was not the hit that was in question, but Lando's loyalty. Lando had walked out after that, but not before he did some threatening of his own. He perhaps unwisely informed his boss if anything happened to the woman and those children, he would answer to him. Ten days later, a deep rage settled over Lando as he stood over a grave containing the burned bodies of a twenty-two-year-old woman and her three-week-old baby daughter. Thankfully the young boy had been away. Lando had stridden determinedly for the police station and had offered his ex-boss over on a silver platter. Hopefully, he could still save the boy. In return for turning over evidence, Lando would be placed in the witness protection program, and hopefully would never be heard from again. That had happened over a month ago. Obviously there were numerous contracts out on his own life. Not that it really bothered him. He had gotten to people who had been out for his blood first. Now it would be people he had once called family. The closest he had ever had. 53

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Bitterly, Lando thought his loyalty had never been in question. The minute his boss had demanded he kill an innocent, defenseless woman and her young children he knew it was his boss's loyalty at fault; his 'family' life had been just an illusion. Lando didn't care his boss seemed to have lost his sanity with the death of his family; he should never have demanded Lando do something he knew he couldn't. Thoughtfully, Lando once more focused his thoughts on Christy. Her crying had quieted, her whimpers all but ceased. In her exhausted state, she had unconsciously sought out the warmth of the fire, and her slight body had emerged from the protection of the tree to venture even closer out into the open. Cautiously, Lando rose. With a great deal of care, mindful of her bruising, he gently lifted her, placing her carefully down beside the roaring flames. He ran a warm hand across her cool brow, aware she was now sleeping the sleep of one completely exhausted. Lando resisted the urge to throw Sam's coat over her slumbering form or cuddle up beside her. He settled himself once more against the rock. All thoughts of causing her demise had vanished. Perhaps he never really would have killed her in the first place. Or would he have? He felt thankful he would not have to find out. Lando watched as Christy awoke with a start; the action undoubtedly caused pain in her ribs as her slender hand grasped her side. She gazed with some confusion into the sky as dawn ascended. Fearfully, she cast her gaze towards the now dying fire. Her body had shifted towards the warmth unconsciously during the night, drawing her ever closer to Lando. He noted her concern as she could just make out his 54

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large form facing her; mercifully, he allowed his eyes to remain partially closed. Christy rose to a crawling position, turned hastily, and slowly crept away behind a nearby large tree. Lando resisted the urge to tell her she had a nice ass. He had been watching her as she slept. Even bruised and dirty she was still beyond beautiful. Or perhaps it was just that he hadn't been with a woman for a long while. Lando stirred quietly. He fluttered his eyes and yawned loudly. He even scratched at his belly. Amusingly, he thought he should perhaps take up acting once this was over. He was certainly doing a fair amount of it. He reached into his pocket for the last chocolate bar. He could almost hear Christy's mouth water from behind the tree. He took a healthy bite, groaning, his eyes closing to savor the flavor of delicious caramel and crunchy nuts, which tasted ten times better on an empty stomach, and wondered how he could leave her some. He couldn't simply announce he was full. Truth be told, he would like to cram it down his throat and eat the whole damn thing alone. Yet, he had been providing her with sustenance, though meager amounts up until now, and he couldn't just demand she suddenly fend for herself. He doubted she would be capable anyway. He had never in his line of work come across anyone so terribly defenseless and helpless. Lando could see Christy watching unobtrusively. Her yearning, starved look made the decision for him, and a thought came to mind. Lando suddenly jerked forward and grabbed at his jaw. 55

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"Damn cavity," he groaned loudly, hoping to appear in obvious pain. With a tremendous amount of flourish, Lando sent slightly less than half the chocolate bar flying in her direction, still in its wrapper. He pretended not to notice the eager hand that shot out and caught it once it hit the ground. As Lando packed up his belongings, he couldn't help a small chuckle. Yep, he could just envision his academy award. Move over, Brad Pitt! Christy felt as though her legs were about to fall off. Her entire body protested with every agonizing step, her ribs burning, her tortured limbs aching, she moved with deliberate slowness. She was even too tired to jump anymore at the occasional scream of a cougar. Lando seemed to be moving at a relentless pace. She couldn't see he would have any possible destination in mind. He couldn't possibly know where they were. Everything looked the same to her...frightening. They paused at a fast flowing stream. Though the water was frigid, Christy dunked her sweaty head into the current and shuddered. She scrubbed at her dirt-streaked hands. The water had turned so cold her head buzzed with pins and needles; she sneezed involuntarily. She splashed water onto her face in an effort to clear her mind. Thirst overwhelmed her and she drank deeply, shaking as the coldness inhabited her flesh, seeping into her bones. She was so hungry and tired. Lando had moved off as if in search of something. Christy watched from behind a cluster of rocks. Shortly, Lando returned and started a little fire. Once the fire was 56

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established, he took out a small knife he had stuck in his boot, once belonging to Howard. He sharpened a tiny stick less than the size of his baby finger on either end to a point. He then turned over a few large rocks, digging deeper in the ground with a thick twig and, after finding a large worm, he wrapped it snugly, impaling it around the sharpened stick. Using a fine shoelace that had belonged to the cop, he tied it in the middle of the nicked stick, and rose. He seemed to stop abruptly, as if thinking of something. "Well, my slimy little friend, you're going to catch me some lunch," Lando said loudly. He then moved off with purpose. Christy waited until he was out of sight, then raced to the fire to warm herself. She sat as close as she dared without burning limbs or hands. She threaded her fingers through her wet hair in an effort to dry it. Christy had become used to Lando's incessant need to talk to himself. It proved to be very handy. At the last stop he had complained loudly about a missing package of two crackers and had stomped about angrily, looking for it to no avail. Christy had discovered it on a rock almost in plain view. She had found his voice, deep and rough, to be comforting now instead of so frightening. At least she was aware she was not all alone, even if he was too dangerous to approach. Shortly, she heard Lando's familiar, hacking, loud cough. Christy scrambled for safety. Out of sight, she watched as Lando set up two forked sticks over the fire and draped a large fish, perhaps salmon, across the stick suspended between the two others. Her mouth watered longingly as the 57

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tantalizing scent of the cooking fish wafted to her nose. She was famished. For a brief moment, Christy considered showing herself. She thought perhaps if she approached Lando slowly and begged him for mercy he would not harm her. Her heart saddened. He had no mercy, at least not for her. First he had wanted to kill her, even in her helpless state, then he had left her for dead, uncaring and unfeeling, when all she had needed was a shoulder to lean on. Maybe if she offered him herself, she thought frantically. She had seen he had been interested. No, she would just be raped brutally before he killed her, and she would die starving and hurting and terrified. Christy watched as Lando gorged himself on the fish she wasn't even certain he had bothered to fully cook. He noisily smacked his lips, sucked on his fingers, and proclaimed it to be the best thing he had eaten in months. Perhaps his incessant chattering wasn't so comforting anymore. Christy almost wept in her despair. Maybe she could catch her own fish. She wouldn't be able to cook it, as a fire would be too dangerous, and she had no matches. Thankfully, she enjoyed sushi. She realized helplessly she had no culinary skills; their family had a maid and butler. She was never required to learn anything really domesticated. She had spent her years trailing her mother at charity functions, learning about the importance of fund-raising for those in desperate, dire need, and how to socialize with precision. Feeling flustered, she tried to remember what he had done with the tiny stick, though she had no knife and grimaced at 58

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the thought of the slick, slimy worm. Maybe a sharp rock would suffice, and she found herself to be hungry enough to touch anything. While she was pondering her rapid thoughts, she noted Lando was already stomping out his fire, eager to get moving. He grabbed at his things and was again on the move. Christy jumped to her feet, panicking. She couldn't lose him. Her head swam suddenly at her quick motion and she thumped to the ground, landing sharply on her bottom. Sobbing, Christy resisted the urge to cry out to him to wait for her. She again rose, only this time slowly, and with careful movements, she hopefully approached the bones of the fish he had left on a rock in plain sight. Excitement filled her. There was still meat on the large fish, a lot. Perhaps Lando's stomach had shrunken and he couldn't eat it all. Christy stuffed the remainder down her own throat, choking on a few small bones, not really caring why it was left. The fact he could have saved some for himself for later never even entered her mind, she had been so grateful. She ate quickly while trailing after him. Lando heard Christy following him. She moved about as quietly as a pack of rowdy boys. She was lucky he meant her no ill will or he would have discovered her the first time she sneezed. He stayed near the stream, not wanting to give up a water and food supply. This would make taking care of both of them much easier. As he had left, he noted with concern she had fallen. He was always in tune with her actions, wanting to make sure she stayed close to him. She was becoming tired sooner. Lando hoped with the fish and fresh 59

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water she would be more rejuvenated. His pace was unhurried now, as he was only looking for a place to spend the night. He wanted to fish again. His belly still rumbled from hunger. Hopefully, he could catch more. The day was cold. The sky had turned overcast and Lando detected the sweet, metallic scent of snow in the air. He would need real shelter if the snow flew. So would she. It was with great relief he spotted a small cave surrounded by a large cluster of rocks. A snowflake landed upon his brow, reminding him of how close winter actually was. Lando gathered sticks and twigs, larger pieces of dry wood. He piled them all at the back of the small cave. He also made certain there was a large pile stacked beside the opening of the cave within arm's reach. Once his fire was established, he began to build a frame constructed to fit over the opening of the cave, to contain warmth. He bound together workable sized pieces of wood with rope from one of the parachutes. Howard had not been joking. He could have constructed a tent, but felt it would not provide enough protection or warmth. Once done he again set out to fish. Christy was unsure what was happening. She had watched as Lando raced around, gathering wood. She had wondered at the type of door he placed over his cave. Mystified, she had seen him race from the cave without muttering a single, outspoken word, and head for the stream. She wondered if the snow had him concerned. Only a few flakes were falling. It wasn't as if a blizzard was blowing. Maybe his tummy, once having a taste of the fish, was coveting more. She knew hers was. 60

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Christy was too afraid to venture into the cave. She would be unable to leave undetected quickly enough when he returned. She longed to warm herself by the fire. She could feel its warmth beckoning by the opening. Teeth chattering, she was wishing she could sleep in there tonight. The eerie sound of the wolves howling wasn't quite as enchanting when she felt so vulnerable and exposed. Christy backed away slowly, knowing night would soon be upon them, and she would need her own type of shelter. But she would be unable to move too far from Lando. She would need to be aware of when he left. Her options were limited. She knew she would not have come this far without his careless and mistakenly left offerings and the protection of the fires. Lando felt victorious. Not only had he caught three more fish, he had stumbled onto a rabbit's burrow. Thrusting a sharp stick down the hole, he had speared it, and carried the now cleaned and gutted food back to the cave. Lando had filled his crude bowl at the stream and filled a condom with water for later use if necessary. The condom he had found in the officer's wallet. Once he had dumped his bounty inside, and after skewering the rabbit for roasting, he realized he had one more thing to do. The snow was beginning to fall with greater intensity; soon a blizzard would rage, he was certain. With grim, steely determination, he left the cave. It did not take him long to find her huddled form. As he had predicted, Christy had not ventured far. She was curled at the base of a large pine tree, hoping its large branches would offer some 61

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kind of protection from the snow and wind that had picked up. She would have been unable to hear his approach over the noise. Lando deftly leaned down and yanked her surprised body out from under the tree, giving her no chance to escape. Christy screamed with fright. She had become terrified as she realized the snow was picking up, soon falling in heavy sheets until visibility was nonexistent. The temperature was dropping at an alarming rate. Shaking violently, she had pulled herself into a tight ball, softly sobbing as the air became unbearably frigid, each breath an assault to her freezing lungs. The fierce wind shook the limbs of the tree in its intensity, showering her with endless snow until she was fearful of becoming buried alive; she didn't think she could possibly feel any more miserable. When her arm was captured painfully and she was pulled viciously out from under the tree, she howled with new fear. Lando had somehow found her, and he would kill her. "Let me go!" Christy screamed. How had he found her? Why did he want her dead so badly? She wouldn't tell anyone he was still alive, if that's what was driving him. Did he need to silence her, feeling it would be his only way of real freedom from the police? "Wait! Oh God, stop. Please don't kill me, I won't tell. I will say anything you want me to, I swear. I will tell them no one survived but me." She continued to yell, and struggled violently. It was useless; he was so big, so powerful. His strong arms pinned her small ones easily. He clutched her legs in a death grip and she could not kick out. She screamed for him to leave her be as he strode with purpose towards his 62

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shelter. Perhaps he did intend to rape her first, she thought frantically. "I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, I didn't follow you to give you away, I didn't want to be all alone," Christy cried out, petrified. Lando took her struggling form into the small cave, where he callously dumped her down and pulled the door across. She was trapped, there was no escape. Once released, she crawled frantically past the blazing fire, scooting as far from him as possible. Christy continued to scream until her throat protested once more in agony. The pain had gradually been subsiding, yet returned with a vengeance, until her voice trailed off to a pitiful, hiccupping whimper. Her hands became bloodied as she clawed at the sides of the cave. Pathetically, she hit at the hard, cold stone in an effort to escape him. She could barely see through the tears cascading down her cheeks, flowing like a river at a frantic pace. Finally exhausted, in defeat she slumped to her knees with her hands held before her in a pleading gesture. She continued to sob pitifully. She had tried so hard to live. Lando remained unmoving. "Please don't kill me, don't hurt me, don't...don't beat me," Christy pleaded, her pained voice once again no more than a hurtful rasp. She remembered how agonizing the blow had felt coming from Chad, a man who had professed to love her. How could she ever hope to survive a blow coming from a larger, even more powerful man? Her already aching body could not withstand any more brutality. Her head bowed, she waited for the worst to befall her. 63

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When Lando had entered the cave, he had practically thrown her struggling form off to the side, sensing her deep terror and need to flee from him. He pulled the covering across the front of the cave, effectively sealing them in together. He then watched as Christy pitifully clawed at the far sides of the cave, trying to find a nonexistent exit. Lando sat near the opening, blocking her way, refusing to allow her escape. He had no choice. She would freeze to death this night if he did not intervene. He hoped if he sat very quietly and unthreateningly she would not clasp at her heart as a few others had done and expire from her fear of him. Let her come to you, the voice in his mind cautioned with reasoning. Lando watched as her small body slumped to her side, then pulled tightly into the fetal position, her tiny, shaking, bloody hands splayed before her as if to ward off an imminent, vicious attack. She shook uncontrollably. She begged and pleaded with him, crying out from her terrible fear of present and past. She would do anything...anything. If only he would spare her life and cause her no more pain. "Do you beg my mercy?" Lando questioned loudly over her incoherent frantic words. "Yes...yes...please have mercy. I beg you," she sobbed pitifully, stilling suddenly. "You will do as I say?" he again voiced loudly. Lando began to feel a sense of relief. That she hadn't just succumbed to her terror was promising. Though she was frightened, she was listening to him. He knew he could coax her into doing as he said. 64

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"I will do as you say. I will listen. Please...please," she whimpered fearfully, hopefully. "You will obey me without hesitation?" Lando demanded. If he commanded her to stay, yet she ran away in fear, she could be caught in another storm, unaware. He did not want to have to go looking for her. That would be an inconvenience and he would undoubtedly be very annoyed. He had spent a great deal of time and effort keeping her alive. "I will obey you I swear, I swear," Christy cried out. Christy's sobbing calmed, and he knew she was concentrating on his voice . He knew his had become a familiar voice over the last few days. Though he knew he terrified her, he had been the one to feed her with his dropped offerings. He had spoken to her, albeit offhand. He had waited for her to catch up with him. Perhaps deep down, both had known Christy was following him all along. "I will not kill you or hurt you, Christy." Christy looked up at him through misted eyes; her chin quivered. "Promise?" "I promise," Lando said steadily. Head bowed, very carefully, Christy approached him. She crawled slowly towards his powerful body in deference. Lando waited, breath held, to see what she would do. Upon approaching him, she reached carefully and clasped at his jacket with a shaking hand. Her eyes lifted to his, then fled, lifted, and he knew she was fearful he would yell or strike at her or shove her away. When he did none of these things, Christy crept closer. She tentatively placed her weary head on his shoulder as he 65

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had seen her do with Sam when she had been frightened. Still, he did not push her away or hurt her. Christy grasped at him in need; she gave a soft hiccupping cry. Her small arms pulled him close; he could feel her warmth. Her chest pressed firmly to his, and she uttered an almost inaudible plea. It was apparent she sought his compassion, a kindness. Never having offered another kindness, Lando hesitated slightly. Then, sensing her desperate need for reassurance, he placed his strong arms around her. She cowered against him. She again wept pitifully for him not to cause her any harm. "Be still, sweetheart. I won't hurt you," Lando soothed encouragingly. He rested his chin upon the top of her head. "Please don't leave me," she begged desperately. Her arms tightened around him further. He remembered that was often a plea of hers while she slept. He wondered who had abandoned her. "I won't leave you. We aren't going anywhere," he informed her. The blizzard raged outside their small shelter. The temperature dipped well below freezing. The two within the small cave huddled as one, both fearful of different things. The night closed in upon them with a vengeance. The fire burnt brightly, offering warmth that filled the small area comfortably. As Lando held Christy's shaking form closely, he realized subconsciously he had won the most important conquest of his life. He had, in fact, succeeded in saving a life. After having taken so many, he couldn't believe the ultimate, 66

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intimate euphoria in this one act. The all powerful rush at having dominance over someone's life intensified when that life was allowed to keep breathing by his own hand. Ceasing an existence became nothing...the absolute challenge of existence danced before him as auspicious as a rainbow after a violent storm. He decided suddenly, since he had spared her life, it now belonged to him. She belonged to him. She was, in fact, now his. Never before had such an intensity engulfed him; it was intoxicating. Lando's grip on her tightened painfully, possessively. "Lando?" she questioned on a soft, quiet plea. He liked the quietly voiced sound of his name upon her delicate lips. Breathing in her exquisite scent, Lando held her grasped firmly to his broad chest, though he gentled his touch, realizing she was distressed. Mine! The voice in his head screamed triumphantly. Damn! He wished he could turn that voice off! [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Four **** Christy watched as Lando pulled a Swiss army knife from his boot and cut into the crisp, cooking rabbit. Red and fatty juices dribbled lazily down its side to land, sizzling, dancing about on the hot coals beneath. Her mouth watered. She swallowed heavily, her hungry eyes mesmerized, then unconsciously licked her dry lips. Christy had never before eaten rabbit, yet, could tell it was going to taste wonderful. Lando blew gently on the aromatic meat. The steam floated about his face, reddening his cheeks. He placed a small amount into his mouth and chewed carefully, testing it to make certain it was fully cooked. Christy watched him intently with wide, hopeful, famished eyes. Lando cut a large chunk of its hind quarters and offered it to her, while she hung back against the side of the cave. His look was encouraging, as if he perhaps thought she might not accept it. Christy practically pounced on the meat, grasping it from him, and then scurried back again quickly to the safety of the cave wall. She stuffed large amounts into her mouth, shoving in piece after piece, filling her cheeks, chewing noisily. She stopped only for a brief moment as her choking, agonized throat protested. She grimaced in pain, pausing momentarily, and then shuddered. Taking a smaller bite, she chewed with more caution. 68

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Lando was eating slowly, watching her intently. He cast his glance to her fingers that were bloodied, yet not from the rabbit. She shifted self-consciously, trying to hide them. She remembered clawing at the stone in the back of the cave in an effort to escape from him while engulfed in her absolute terror. Her fingernails were ripped and crusted over; her knuckles were swollen and bruised. She knew she must look a sight. Her hand lifted to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. She felt a smudge of grease down her cheek. After Christy ate what he had given her, she settled back further from the roaring fire. It wasn't just her fear of him that caused her retreat. The flames were making her sweat profusely. Though enjoying the warmth, she was now feeling lightheaded from the heat. She could see Lando had still not taken his eyes off her. Every movement she made was critically studied and assessed and she was becoming more alarmed by the minute. She was fearful of giving up the safety of huddling protectively within Howard's jacket. She felt it was an extra barrier. Lando was a very large man, much larger even than Chad. If he were to be brutal with her, he would cause her great pain. "Sit closer to the fire, Christy," Lando encouraged softly. His voice was low, deep, rough and somewhat frightening. Her gaze shifted fearfully about the cave until, resigned, she crept slowly forward. The sweat beaded her forehead. Lando had already removed his outer jacket. The small cave had warmed nicely, even though the storm raged outside and the occasional draft of frigid air made its way through cracks in the doorframe. 69

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She was now feeling quite warm. She could see by his confused stare he didn't understand why she hadn't made herself more comfortable. Her agitation became more pronounced. "Take your coat off, Christy," Lando suggested. "Aren't you feeling a bit warm?" She nodded stiffly and, remembering her promise to obey him, she reluctantly removed Howard's coat. Perhaps he would honor his own promise not to hurt her. She shifted the coat underneath her instead, to sit on it. Her head remained bowed so low it almost rested on her chest. She was incapable of controlling the small, pitiful, agitated noises she was emitting. Her fingers began to dance and entwine in frustration. "Christy?" Lando commanded. "Christy, look at me." Hesitantly, she lifted her head; her fearful gaze looked imploringly into his. Lando was studying her carefully. "I will keep my promise and not kill you." "You are so big," she whimpered back. "If you are too cruel, you will hurt me." Understanding lit Lando's eyes. "I'm a killer, Christy, not a rapist," he informed her. Christy pondered on that for a moment, wondering if his statement made her feel better or worse. She couldn't help but wonder if he had only spared her life for another reason. Once again, the fire drew her attention; the heat seemed overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, Christy felt resigned. She took off her other jacket. If he wanted her, she wouldn't 70

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be able to stop him. Perhaps he wouldn't hurt her if she cooperated. Lando shifted towards her; she stiffened in apprehension at his approach. He had wet a handkerchief in the bowl of water. He took one of her bloodied hands into his own and gently cleaned it. Once done, he cleaned the other. His head remained bowed, intent on his task. Her slight hand shook between his large palms, but she did not pull away from him. When he finished, he moved back from her, lay upon his own coat, tucked his arms beneath his head and closed his eyes. Christy watched him for a moment, stunned. He hadn't hurt her! Lying down on her own coat, using one of her jackets as a pillow, Christy closed her weary eyes. She once again reasoned she was powerless against him; he could do as he wished with her. With her tummy full and her body finally warmed after being exposed to bitter cold for so long, Christy wearily gave in to sleep. Though frightened of Lando's presence, she was grateful for it. Finally she was not alone. Lando listened as Christy's breathing deepened. Once again, she had curled into a fetal position with her fist tucked under her chin. It wasn't long before her pitiful cries started, as they always did when the dreams came to haunt her. She begged not be left all alone. She called to her mother, her father, and then to Sam. Her frightened, mournful sobs of anguish had Lando taking action this time. He moved to her side and carefully gathered her small body next to him. She woke instantly and cried out in fear. She struggled only 71

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moments, before stopping abruptly, and then she went limp. He loosened his grasp after she had ceased struggling. She watched him, fear in her eyes, for him to make his next move. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. You are not alone anymore," Lando told her. Lando lay quietly, holding her. He did nothing else. He could hear the moans and howls swirling just meager feet from where they lay. A heavy reminder death was just a breath beyond. Though her body still shook with terrible tremors, she was too defenseless to stop an assault. He knew her realization of her vulnerability was the reason she'd stopped struggling. Her fear of being alone, abandoned, would have eaten at her very soul. She would rejoice at even a meager amount of kindness now. After a few moments, Christy reached a tentative hand to clasp at his arm, which was draped gently across her chest. She pulled him more soundly to her, and he knew she needed the reassurance he offered. He pressed his warm body next to hers. He slowed his breathing, waiting for hers to keep time with his. Slowly, her tremors ceased. He could feel her heartbeat. She was taking comfort from him, and he lay still, waiting for her to relax. Once more, she slept. Christy woke to the scent of fish cooking. She looked up at Lando as he stripped the bark off a long twig with gentle, easy, precise strokes from a small, sharp knife. Once finished, he placed it in a beat up metal container holding the remains of meat and bones of the rabbit and water. Placing them on 72

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the burning ash part of the fire, he stirred the bones around in the pot for a moment. "Do you do dishes as well?" Christy asked, then blushed deeply, surprised at her lame attempt at a joke. Lando offered her a calculating look. "I have to, I killed my hired help." Christy didn't think she appreciated his lame attempt either...or was he serious? Scowling slightly, Christy sat undecided. Lando smirked at her, then handed her a large piece of fish. Christy ate slowly. Her throat was feeling decidedly better, yet she was fearful of more bones. The two sat quietly, awkwardly. The eerie groans of the wind whistled with intensity, rattling the cave barrier. The silence between them was becoming uncomfortable. Lando still maintained his intense study of her that she found unnerving. She squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutiny. Christy concluded Lando no longer wanted her dead. Perhaps it was just her company he coveted. If he had wanted to force her to submit to him, he would have already, she was certain; she was powerless to stop him. She remembered Chad had pounced upon her eagerly enough. Sometimes painfully, claiming he needed her and could not wait for her readiness. "Why did you want to kill me?" Christy finally asked. The silence between them had stretched until the intensity reached a climax. "I am no threat to you." Lando was studying her carefully; she bowed her head and her hands shook. 73

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"I felt at the time it would be best, under the circumstances." Her head shot up and she glared at him. "I was hurting and alone and you thought it best to kill me? Don't you realize how terrified I am of you?" she demanded accusingly. "I thought your mind was gone. Those bruises must hurt; they're nothing short of hideous. I think, from the way you move, one or more of your ribs are broken. I thought you couldn't have continued. A wild animal could have got you, you might have frozen to death," he countered defensively. "A mercy killing?" she spat out raggedly. Once again she was confronted with a man who would assume what was best for her without even asking how she felt. "You're all cruel. Assassin or doctor, it makes no difference." "Is that who hurt you?" Lando asked quietly. "Chad? You cried out for him not to hit you. Did he beat you, Christy?" Slowly tears began to fall from her eyes. "He never once threatened to kill me," she countered. Lando once again stirred the rabbit bones in the pot. He added the remainder of the fish, careful of the tiny bones. "Why do you kill people?" Christy asked softly. "Why do you take pictures of ferocious animals? Does it give you a rush? Does the fear excite you?" Lando countered almost fiercely. "How do you know what I do for a living?" Christy asked, unnerved. "Larry, the cop, asked before we boarded. He wanted to make sure you wouldn't hurt me." 74

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Christy's eyes widened at that. Hurt him? Kodiaks would run in terror from him. "I've never hurt anyone in my whole life," Christy declared, outraged. Lando snorted softly at her statement. "I have no doubt you're completely harmless. You're sweet, vulnerable, and innocent. Killing you would no doubt be like offing the Tooth Fairy!" He offered her a cheeky grin at the image that conjured. "You're laughing at me," Christy cried out, annoyed. "How dare you!" "I used to kill. I've killed so many men, I've lost count. Old men, young men, evil, dangerous men. Men who would make the boogeyman seem adorable and cuddly. Men from whom you would cower in terror instead of me," Lando snapped with brutality, now angry at what he must see as her high and mighty attitude. Christy retreated back to the far side of the cave; she cowered from him fearfully as though in shock, ending their conversation. It was too much; he was too much at once. Lando watched as Christy shrank back fearfully from his outburst, huddling against the back wall. Her chin once again quivered; she stared at him wide-eyed, as if trapped in terror. He then realized she was. His life was foreign to her, to a point of being incomprehensible. He was hard and dangerous, corrupt. She was not like the women who had sought him out for a cheap thrill. She had been thrust unwillingly into this position. He had sought to kill her, for whatever the reason. Under normal circumstances she never would have ventured near him. He 75

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disgusted her. Just one more person in Lando's life who would run as far away from him as possible if given the chance. Lando suddenly threw on his coat and, shoving his makeshift door aside, he ventured out into the blizzard that still raged. Christy watched, terrified, as Lando left. She sobbed brokenly. Everyone was always deserting her. Yes, she found him frightening, but the aloneness was far worse. He hadn't killed her, beat her, or raped her. He had fed her and soothed her nightmares. Why was he leaving her? "Please, come back," she whimpered, afraid. The stewing bones began to bubble over and Christy crept forward. She carefully placed the pot off to the side. She waited for what seemed to be an eternity until her fear exhausted her. He was not coming back. She was certain. She had angered him. Once again she had been abandoned because of callous comments. She would die all alone in this cave and there was no one left to care. Everyone whom she had ever loved or known was gone. Lando really was the only one she had. Now he had left, she had chased him away. She lifted her hands to shield her eyes from confronting the aloneness before her. Perhaps if she could not see the nothingness inside the lonely cave she could somehow bear it. Christy cried hurtfully until sleep claimed her. There was no safety even in sleep. Nevertheless, she curled up on her jacket and drifted off fitfully. Lando entered the cave. He felt frozen. He had wandered only a short distance away. It would have been too foolish to 76

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venture further; the snow still fell in heavy sheets like dancing death. Lando was annoyed with himself. He had let her get under his skin again. The result had frightened her. Damn! Go slowly, the loud voice resounded in his head. "Oh, will you just shut up!" Lando snapped angrily to himself. Christy was sleeping on her jacket. He could see in her great fear of him leaving, she just had to nap. Muttering angrily, Lando resisted the urge to shake her awake. While he had been out trying to control his temper, she took advantage of the silence. "No, please," Lando heard Christy whimper. Again, as always, she dreamt. Lando sat on the coat he now removed. Well, let her suffer this time, the mean, more rational voice in his head said. "Damn straight," Lando muttered. "Don't go," Christy cried. Briefly, Lando wondered at just what this Chad had done to her. Why would she cry for him to stay when he had obviously hurt her? Lando had met women who liked rough relationships, though he highly doubted Christy was one of them. Her fear of him was less than exciting. She was almost dumbstruck with terror at their encounter. "Please come back, don't leave me... Lando," Christy sobbed. She thrashed about now as if seeking to get to him. Lando sat wide-eyed, mystified. She was begging for his return? His? Most people begged him to leave. Thoughtfully, Lando reflected, confused. He had provided her with food, shelter, and companionship. Of course she would seek his return. Without him she would die. He knew 77

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she still held certain fear of him. Most normal people did. Moving closer to her, Lando noted her tear-streaked, pale face. She hadn't been napping, he realized suddenly, she had cried herself to sleep. For whatever reason, food or companionship, she wanted him there. "Lando," she cried tearfully again. This time the louder, softer voice was again advising him. He moved to her slowly. He reached a tentative hand and brushed her hair from her face. Christy woke. Her eyes fluttered as he gazed down upon her, wondering what her reaction would be. She threw herself into his surprised embrace. "I'm sorry, Lando, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I was just curious, please forgive me. Please don't go away again. I ask too many questions. I'm too demanding. You've taken care of me and I have been so ungrateful," Christy cried out imploringly. Lando sensed on a certain level she was confusing him with someone else. Her speech held a practiced quality that derived from another's harsh words. A defense mechanism, no doubt. Something in her placating tone gave him pause. Lando shifted slightly to look at her frightened features. Her eyes returned his steady look hopefully. "You angered me," Lando said in a menacing tone. He narrowed his eyes upon her. Christy's expression widened fearfully, her bottom lip trembled. "I'm sorry," she whimpered quickly, her tremors increasing. 78

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"Sorry isn't enough," Lando declared, and his grip on her tightened painfully. He scowled dangerously. Lando sensed her sudden, overwhelming terror. No, she was not after cheap thrills. She was reliving a horrible, painful memory. "I won't do it again," Christy sobbed pitifully. She looked about frantically, as though seeking to escape him. Her body tried to evade him. "You need to be taught a lesson." His hand wrapped around a generous amount of Christy's hair, capturing her effectively. "Oh no...Oh, please no." Christy begged softly, looking trapped. Her eyes clouded and her body shook with horrific, violent spasms. She clutched at him pitifully. "I won't anymore...I won't ask. You can have the money. Oh, please, please don't beat me anymore, Chad, please." Lando loosened his painful grip on her. Though she still remained wrapped within his embrace, he now stroked her hair gently. His large hand rubbed softly up and down her back, trying to soothe her horrific trembling. "It's all right, sweetheart, I won't ever beat you," Lando promised. Perhaps his past wasn't quite finished; he was contemplating ordering a hit of his own. This disgusting, filthy creep, Chad, was in definite need of an attitude adjustment. He rocked Christy within his embrace. Christy continued to sob softly. When Chad had hurt her she'd had no one to talk to. There was no one, not even a girlfriend she could talk out her feelings with. As a result, she had suppressed them. Only in her nightmares had she dared to confront her fears. The pain of his betrayal ate at her. He 79

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had promised he would love her forever. Instead, he had fractured her jaw and broken her arm. She had cowered from men for a long time after. A raised voice had been enough to send her scurrying for a corner. The lonely nights she faced confused and bewildered had left her feeling so terribly vulnerable. Sam had been kind to her. He had never once lifted his voice with her, always remaining calm and rational, as if sensing her inner turmoil and distress. Christy hated being alone. In her heart she craved intimacy, a gentle loving embrace, a kind word, praise. Yet, she was too fearful to seek it out. Chad had taken everything away from her in moments. She feared the very closeness she coveted. Christy heard the rough voice penetrate the cement wall she had once again resurrected. She didn't want to listen. Lando had made her remember her terrible fear, her heartbreaking loneliness, and the horrendous pain. He had forced her to relive that horrible night in her mind. He remained persistent, calling her from the depths of her despair. "Please..." She once more pleaded for his mercy, only this time it stemmed from emotional needs. "Please, no more." "I am not Chad. I swear, you are safe with me. I won't hurt you. I have never hurt you. I could have killed you, but I didn't. I have always sworn I will cause you no pain. We need each other now," he reasoned. Christy looked up into his eyes. Suddenly they didn't appear as soulless as before. His earnest expression gazed back at her. She was unsure if she could allow him in. She 80

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wanted to. She needed to. They did need one another. Or perhaps it was just she who needed him. What if he left her again? What would she do? "If I make you angry, please tell me. Please don't leave me. I can't take the aloneness anymore," Christy begged, suddenly panic-stricken. "I won't leave you alone like that again, I promise," Lando told her. To her relief, he continued to rock her within his arms, though she wondered at his confused, thoughtful expression. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Five **** Christy hung her pair of now clean socks, then underwear, over rope from the parachute after squeezing them dry over the bowl filled with warmed water. Lando had stuck two sticks into the ground, forcefully embedding them near the fire close enough to dry a few items without the risk of the flames touching them. In exchange, Christy had grandly offered to rinse out any items he wanted washed. Lando looked at her oddly. "You want to wash my underwear?" he questioned a bit embarrassedly. Lando had always taken care of his own personal needs and her request seemed somehow foreign. Christy giggled suddenly at his expression. "I don't mind. Really, it's no big deal. You are feeding me after all and you did technically save my life." Lando was thinking. If he hadn't brought her in from the storm she would have died of exposure. He was feeding her. After the blizzard had finally ceased its relentless assault a few days prior, he had caught and cooked more fish that she had eagerly partaken of. It was he who gathered and returned with wood for their never-ending need for warmth, it was he who brought water to be boiled and consumed. Seeing her face alight with such a positive attitude towards him, he could see Christy seemed earnest and somewhat eager at 82

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wanting to return the favor. But, perhaps not his underwear— too personal. "Maybe you could just rinse out my shirt. It's starting to smell like fish," Lando offered, wanting to give her at least a small acknowledgment of her attempt. "Sure. By the way I'm happy to hear you haven't been coughing anymore," Christy said, then went to dump the dirty water out of the bowl and retrieve more. Lando snorted softly. He was also grateful he didn't have to cough anymore. Perhaps acting wasn't for him, after all. He had been feeling the need for a stunt throat double. Lando watched her leave and resisted the urge to trail after her. When he had awoken that morning, he had been panic-stricken to find her missing. He had been furious with himself; he never missed anything. He should have been aware the moment she arose, the moment her breathing shifted; the absence of her presence should have alerted him. He had raced frantically from the cave and, finding her footprints in the snow, he had followed them, quickly scanning the area as a stalker, a predator. She should not have left without informing him of her intention. She couldn't possibly have been contemplating escape. She must know he would find her. She had to know she would die without his aid. He would not harm her. Perhaps he should have explained this again while he held her in his arms last night, as he had every night since the night of the blizzard and she had expressed such need for his presence. He had just felt she had grown accustomed to him. 83

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Lando had crashed through the somewhat densely forested bush when her footprints had suddenly vanished. In an upheaval, Lando had stopped short and spun about as Christy had bellowed out a horrified protest, rising quickly from behind the shielding foliage. "You don't have to watch absolutely everything I do, do you?" Christy grouched as she marched past him, still struggling with the zipper on her pants, mortified. Lando had followed her back to the cave feeling a bit sheepish. He then watched curiously as she rifled through her duffle bag. "What are you looking for?" he finally asked after a moment as she looked thoroughly, to no avail. "Clean panties," she said finally, sitting back on her heels. "I'm not a pervert, Christy. Why would I pack your underwear? What would be the use?" Christy blushed crimson. "But my socks are here," she questioned curiously. Then after a brief hesitation, she also mumbled he had packed her pads. "Mittens," he replied shortly. Then, a bit embarrassed, he muttered back about pads being absorbent, and if he were to cut himself... "They are, after all, made to absorb blood. Doesn't really matter from where. Or as added insulator to my boots; they're thin enough to stick down the sides..." "Oh. That makes sense." "You could always rinse out the ones you're wearing," he offered helpfully. "Yes, I guess I could take them off then go down to the stream," she replied thoughtfully. 84

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Lando didn't like the idea of her going to the stream. Her hands would get too cold. Frostbite could set in, or hypothermia. He had noted she still moved stiffly, as if in pain. Just that morning he had handed her two more Tylenol, noting her pain. Bending over in a crouched position would not benefit her paining ribs; he had cautiously checked them out as she had slept and had noticed the bruising. "I'll bring you some water," Lando informed her instead. "I can set up a clothesline over the fire for you and fill the bowl with water. It's empty now anyway since we finished the broth. That way you can even heat the water and use it when it's warmed." "Why don't I get the water from the stream while you set up the clothesline? Let me do something so you're not doing everything," Christy suggested. "I don't want you thinking I'm too much of a burden." Lando didn't think he liked that suggestion either. Though the snow had been melting, the rocks were ice-covered and slippery. If she fell in she could hurt herself, or drown, or be swept away in the fast flowing current. So what! The mean voice in his head was at it again. Then you won't be responsible for her anymore, you won't need to share your food or protection anymore and she said it herself, she's a burden. Though the louder, kinder voice reasoned in a gentler and coaxing tone, Yet you will be all alone. You won't have her warm, accepting body pressed up against you anymore. Lando didn't like that thought one bit. She had given up struggling against him their first night together when he'd 85

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slept beside her. She now turned within his embrace, her warm chest pressed next to his, her heart-shaped face curled in the crook of his neck or shoulder, as though she liked the security he offered. He enjoyed the warmth she emitted, the way her hair haloed around her, its softness. She rarely cried out from her aloneness, giving him a sense of triumph and arrogance because he felt he was responsible for helping her feel safe. He enjoyed pressing his large body firmly against her small one; he liked the feel of her softness against his hardness. He wanted to continue to drink in the sight of her warm, liquid brown eyes, eyes that didn't seem as fearful of him anymore, and he would like to run his hands through her light brown and sunset-colored, flowing hair. He wanted to touch her naked flesh passionately, he wanted... Damn! Maybe he was a pervert, after all. Giving his head a sound shake, Lando compromised. "I'll come with you so I can find two good sticks," he finally told her, rising. Christy agreed; however, she tossed a fast glance to the back of the cave that still held a great deal of wood. Lando watched her as she shrugged curiously at his apparent absentmindedness and she followed him out. Now, after Christy had left the second time to fill the bowl, Lando could not think up an excuse to follow her. He didn't like the anxious feeling engulfing him. He had never worried over another human being in his entire life. He liked not the fact he was concerned. It made no sense. She was a grown woman and more than capable of taking care of herself. 86

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Wasn't she? Yet, when the voice inside his head screamed the command, GO! Lando didn't hesitate. He went racing frantically from the cave without further thought. Lando was already running even before her screams of terror reached his ears. His heart pumped wildly within his breast. He was jumping logs and rocks, ducking branches in order to reach her. Upon approaching the stream, Lando could see Christy floundering in the fast flowing icy water, though she had not fallen in. No doubt she had jumped in to escape the massive Kodiak eagerly trailing after her helplessly flailing body. "Hey!" Lando yelled, waving his arms, hoping to gain the bear's attention. The bear ignored him, intent on smaller, easier prey. His huge brown body moved steadily, unhurriedly into the freezing stream as though he sensed his victim was helpless to evade him. "Lando!" Christy screamed. Lando had left the gun in the cave. He had put it in the duffel bag when he had tuned into Christy's fear of it—just the sight of it had made her quiver in fear. He pulled the flare gun from behind his belt. This, he was able to reason with her, was something useful to carry upon his person at all times. Christy had offered up no argument. Lando took aim and fired. The blast of red light ignited and flew. The huge bear howled an ominous roar in outrage as his back suddenly burst into brilliant flames. The Kodiak stopped to claw at his back, growling loudly, his body twisting and writhing in pain and confusion. 87

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Lando moved quickly, realizing he had just enraged over fifteen hundred pounds of powerfully muscled, deadly animal. Lando leaped into the icy water and grabbed Christy as she battled a merciless current. Throwing her sodden form over his shoulder, Lando struggled up onto the ice covered rocks, slipping and sliding, and raced hurriedly for their shelter. Once entering the cave, Lando placed Christy down. She clutched at him, sobbing uncontrollably, shaking violently from the cold and her fear. Lando held her tightly for only a brief moment before rifling through the duffel bag and retrieving the gun. He once again exited the cave to Christy's terrified screams. She was begging him not to go, not to leave her all alone. But he knew he had to kill the bear. Once wounded, it would be even more deadly and unpredictable. It would undoubtedly hunt them if he did not stop it. Christy rocked herself back and forth. Her legs felt numb from the icy cold water, her mind was gripped in terror at what had just transpired. She had screamed Lando's name over and over, yet thought it was useless. The stream was too far away, the flow of the running water too noisy. There would be no way he could have heard her from within the cave. Christy had stumbled upon the huge creature, which was apparently intent on doing some fishing of his own. In desperation, she had thrown the bowl at him; it had bounced off a massive shoulder. The Kodiak was the largest of the brown bears. She and Sam had studied them through intense research: their massive claws, thick neck, and unpredictability. She had run hastily in a panic, only to trip 88

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from one of the large rocks by the stream, losing her footing, and entering the water. The freezing water was a slap in the face; the bear would undoubtedly add injury to insult. The waiting was unbearable. If Lando never returned there was no doubt it would be the angry, injured bear who sought her out next. Its powerful body would rip her to shreds as it would have Lando's. Her body remained paralyzed in fear. After a few agonizing moments, Christy sobbed as the blast of a gun sounded; Lando was confronting the Kodiak. What seemed like hours passed, the hard thumps of her heart beating, resounding within her ears. A few moments later Lando once again entered the cave, his exhaustion apparent. Christy flung herself into his accepting, expectant arms, burying her face against his chest in overwhelming relief. "It's all right, honey. It's dead. He won't be bothering us anymore," Lando soothed. His heart was hammering inside his chest. He gripped her almost desperately against his powerful body. "Thank you, Lando, thank you for coming when I called. I don't know how you heard me, but I am so grateful," Christy cried and held him tightly. Lando wondered at her words. How had he known she was in danger? It was almost an eerie feeling, being so in tune with someone else. How could he possibly have known she was in desperate need of his help? He hadn't heard her cries for help before he was already running. Before the voice had sounded... Lando listened again for the voice in his head that had been compelling him to take care of her. Did it know something he didn't? Yet nothing came to mind. What was he 89

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waiting for anyway? An 'I told you so.' But all Lando felt was relief and a feeling of pleasure within himself. He had done it again. He had once more saved her life. Perhaps it was just an inflated ego that suggested it was meant to be. Lando picked up Christy's rhythm and they rocked together as one. Lando decided suddenly he would spend less time acknowledging the mean voice in his head and concentrate on the smarter, informed one that seemed to know what it was doing. "I've never eaten bear," Christy commented, though she chewed contentedly and eagerly on the large, moist, juicy piece Lando offered her. After Lando had held her, both taking comfort from the sheer pleasure of being alive, he had removed the knife from his boot and told her was going to retrieve some of the bear. He brought a large amount back in their crude bowl, which he had recovered. Christy grimaced. She had never eaten bear before, but like the rabbit, it had smelled heavenly while it was cooking. The aroma had teased her senses. "Neither have I. I'm a city boy," Lando commented. He also continued to stuff himself just as eagerly as she was. They ate silently for some time. Darkness was once again falling and Lando had pulled the wooden structure to the cave closed, sealing them in. Christy had stripped at the back of the cave earlier to don her now cleaned and dried underclothing. She hadn't offered a protest as Lando's eyes never strayed from her nude form. She decided she had become used to his intense looks. He had saved her life once 90

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again. Without hesitation he had fought off one of the most fearsome creatures that walked the earth for her. Then once again he had provided her with sustenance. Christy felt such a wide array of overwhelming emotions. No one had ever done anything so incredibly dangerous for her in her entire life; no one had ever made her feel so cherished and protected. She had removed her pants earlier at the fire to dry them and did not balk, as Lando had done the same, seeking to warm them after their icy plunge into the ice cold stream and as he had done, she had assessed him just as boldly. "Thank you for saving me," Christy once again voiced. She had told him a dozen times already and she thought perhaps Lando was becoming uncomfortable with the praise. This time instead of telling her it was nothing, Lando turned intense eyes upon her. "You are mine, Christy. You belong to me." Christy felt a shiver of fear pass through her body. He was claiming her. His look was intent, possessive. Christy realized suddenly this meant a great deal to him. Why, she couldn't fathom. He could take any woman he wanted. What was the difference? They were out in the middle of nowhere; he could do as he wished. No, she realized, he could do as he wished with anyone anywhere; his surroundings were not commanding him. Christy realized again what he was—a killer. Yet, he had saved her life, twice. Did he now reason her life was his? Was it? Christy grew pensive. She did not belong to him. She would never again feel she belonged to anyone; the hurt of 91

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betrayal was too much. The real question remained. Would she accept his closeness, his possessiveness? "I am not yours. I do not belong to you," Christy corrected him. "But I need...I want..." She faltered, afraid. "What do you need, Christy, what do you want?" Lando asked intensely. Again his heated eyes spoke volumes; she knew he did indeed feel she belonged to him. "I want you," she admitted slowly, frightened. Christy realized she sought more than just his closeness. Was it just due to the fact they were out here all alone together? They needed one another. She needed him. His presence engulfed her, overwhelmed her. She wasn't rewarding him for saving her life. She was now demanding he supply her with what he had been providing all along: life, feeling, and acceptance. He had not just saved her physical self, he had given her an opening to her emotional needs. Lando had explored her depth of despair, and demanded resolution. Now it was Christy's turn. She approached him slowly, her intent clear. Though her slight body shook as she contemplated her emotions, unsure of her actions, she needed a release. Lando looked at her with deep smoldering, interested eyes. She had offered. She could tell he was going to accept her offer. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Six **** When Christy reached him, Lando took her into his arms carefully. He noted her slight body shook with violent spasms. Slowly, he ran his large hands over her small, shuddering form. She felt warm and soft against his rough, callused hands. Lando tugged gently on her outer sweater, removing it. The cotton shirt she wore beneath it enhanced the soft curves of her breasts. Breasts full and round that fit into his hands as he squeezed softy, kneading her warm flesh. Christy whimpered as Lando explored her body. Her clothing, piece by piece, was stripped away, exposing every desirable inch of her to him. It did not take him long to remove all of her garments, and she was soon writhing, helpless and vulnerable beneath his large frame. Lando captured her lips, claiming them, gently at first, then more demanding as he explored deeper, tasting her. Christy shied back as his grip tightened. "Please," she whimpered, as his large hand captured and squeezed possessively on one taut nipple, rolling his thumb and finger round with careful expertise. "Easy, sweetheart, I won't hurt you. You are mine," Lando rasped out raggedly. His exploration did not cease, but intensified. 93

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Lando had never felt such overwhelming possessiveness. Every part of her beauty enchanted him. Every emotion of his taking of her engulfed him. He sensed her fear of him. It caused a deep, momentary frustration. He did not want to harm her. His large hands moved over her skittish body, caressing, soothing, wanting only to calm her. No inch went unexplored, no crevice left untouched, un-tasted. He wanted to discover her entire being. His lips and tongue trailed their way leisurely; she was so sweet. His large fingers slid slowly down her silky, flat belly. He dipped lower, cautiously spreading her thighs, searching for, then discovering her nub of desire. His thumb stroked back and forth while he spoke soothing, calming words, listening as her frightened, unsure whimpers changed to moans of desire. Her heat reached for him, drawing him to her whether she realized what she wanted or not. His own passion mounted. Carefully, Lando positioned his body over hers. Elated, he could feel her readiness from a deeper-seeking, gently probing finger that slipped inside her wetness. Her breath caught sharply in surprise as he added another finger, then another, preparing her for his pleasure and her own. His mouth descended upon hers to breathe for her, his breath gliding down her accepting throat. He positioned himself, one hand cupping her behind, the other wrapped snuggly around her slight shoulders, and plunged within her deeply. Her body was incredibly tight; it closed in around him, hugging him, clenching his thickness, and he felt a moment's concern when she cried out in shock 94

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at his size and the depth at which he plunged, filling her completely. "Lando, please," she gasped up at him, grasping his broad shoulders tightly, she pushed at him as if trying to dislodge him. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, I will be very gentle," Lando promised. His forehead rested against hers for the briefest of moments to reassure her he meant what he said, and he began again. Lando removed himself completely and Christy braced herself as he then plunged his engorged member inside of her once more. He was so big. His entire body was so powerful. She could feel the restraint of his massive thighs, knowing he could have buried her within the ground did he so choose. Her hands grasped at his arms. Her fingers felt as though she were grasping at hardened steel pipes, so powerful, so hard, rock-like. She swooned for a brief moment. How could she have wanted this? Why had she even asked? Oh God, what was she thinking, doing, with such a man? She shuddered as she accepted him again and again. His long strokes were rhythmical, from beginning to end, until her wanting body could be denied no longer. Christy had been fearful at first; Lando's lovemaking was different than Chad's. On occasion Chad had hurt her with his desire to possess her so quickly. Lando moved inside her carefully, seeking her response. She tuned to the feel of him. "Breathe, sweetheart. You're all right, you're fine. Feel me, let yourself feel how good this is," he whispered, his voice panting. 95

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He felt so right. His voice was soft and encouraging, not harsh and dominating, and he wasn't using his size to intimidate. He moved gently against her, his hard flesh plunging, then retreating, until Christy no longer sought his retreat. She eagerly began responding to him. Shifting lower slightly, Lando caught her mouth beneath his own in a carnal hunger. He tasted so good. Feeling ravenous, she responded with a release of her inhibitions. Her legs rose higher, now possessed, her satin feet trailing their way up his thighs to his powerful buttocks, seeking a deeper penetration. She slid her silken calves up the long, hardened, manly length of him, to wrap their way around his muscular waist. Thinking ceased, as feeling intensified. Her whimpers turned to deep guttural groans of desire. Never before had she felt such heat. Molten lava washing through her veins would be a blessedly cooler release compared to the engulfing fire dancing throughout her entire being. She thrust herself up against him harder and harder until Lando began to thunder deeply between her thighs. Oh God, there! He was there moving within a place she had never known existed for her, a hunger never before satisfied. Christy cried out her release. In her overwhelming surprise she grasped at him tightly, encouraging him to remain within her, not wanting this feeling to end as the tide of waves washed over her ever more slowly. She had never felt such an engulfing pleasure as her body relaxed with a shudder beneath him. 96

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"Oh, Lando, Lando, please," she whimpered, full of need and want. She craved him still, not wanting this sensation to end. She tugged at his powerful body, yearning for his weight upon her slight form. She was loath to release him. Lando remained buried within her. His ragged breathing slowed and he lowered more of his powerful form onto her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "I don't want to crush you, sweetheart," he said with concern. "No, please stay. Don't you see, nothing could ever harm me with you upon my body," Christy implored, reveling in the safety she so desperately desired. Lando chuckled softly. "I think you're right in that assumption; I doubt you could even be seen under me." He lay quietly pressed against her for a few moments longer, and then rolled to the side with a soft sigh. Christy cuddled up to his chest placing her head on his shoulder. She waited a bit apprehensively for a moment, then relaxed when he did not shift her away from him. After being with Chad, he had never allowed her this small intimacy, claiming exhaustion. He had told her hurtfully he just could not sleep with her touching him. Christy sighed softly. Lando gently lifted her chin and looked down on her with concern. "What is it, Christy, are you sorry?" "No, I'm not sorry, just afraid," she replied. "Of me?" "No...Well yes, but it's not that," Christy mused. "Then what?" 97

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"If we do make it out of here alive, what then?" she asked tentatively. She felt sudden hurt at his reluctant, somewhat annoyed look, and realized perhaps he felt it was a commitment question, when all she wanted was the truth. "I was a hired killer, Christy," he finally answered. She listened intently, needing to understand right away all of the facts. "When we get back, I need to testify. If I'm still alive afterwards by some miracle, I end up in the Witness Protection Program. New life, new identity. No ties." Christy absently stroked the hair on his chest. I will again be abandoned, she thought, but she was grateful in a way. He was telling her the truth and not playing games. And he was right. What kind of future would she have with a man like him? She knew nothing about him. He seemed reluctant to discuss his past with her. A man such as he would not want her near; his life was too volatile. Sadly, she rolled away from him. It would be best not to get too close. She wouldn't be able to stand the loss of another, perhaps another betrayal. "Christy, don't deny yourself a chance at a special relationship because of your fear. Doesn't wanting me prove to you that you are, in fact, ready and willing to love again?" Lando asked. He had rolled to secure her body tightly to his own. "I don't want to be hurt again," she whispered, though she clutched at his arm. "Every relationship has its failings," Lando reasoned and returned her grip. "This one was doomed from the start," she moaned. 98

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"I could see how seeking to kill you does have its drawbacks," Lando said casually. "You said you used to kill," she challenged, her voice pained. "I am what I am. And though I have no intention of hiring myself out ever again, I still live for the moment." "I have never just lived for the moment," Christy said again a bit fretfully. The concept of just here and now with no future seemed so unreal. "That is all I have ever lived for," Lando admitted. "With my lifestyle I never knew if tomorrow would ever come for me. The women I've been with are taken with wild passion, wondering if I will hold one again. The food I consume is eaten with enjoyment. Everything I did or have done is as if I were living my last day because it very well might be. Never once have I planned on there being a tomorrow." "Have you never wanted a wife or children, your own family?" Christy asked curiously. In her world of charity functions attended with her mother, that's what everyone had sought. The women wanted a rich, successful husband. The men wanted to brag about their wives and how well their children were doing in school or their after school programs. They wanted not only prosperity, but a chance to show it off. What was the point in a gala affair without a beautiful woman on your arm? Or even better, Chad had said, would be to have a pregnant woman. Then everyone would know how virile he was. "How could I have a wife, Christy? Do you understand what her life would be like? Can you even imagine what fears 99

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she would be exposed to? Never knowing if her husband was coming home, never knowing if someone would try and kill her, seeking revenge. Waiting for the police to show up at her door, or worse, barging through her door to pin her down, demanding my whereabouts," Lando said. Christy thought about that for a moment. "You must be so lonely," she finally voiced, saddened for him. Lando lifted his eyes, apparently surprised at her compassionate words. "I've never needed anyone," he replied gruffly. "You must have needed someone. At least when you were little," she questioned. "I was abandoned as a baby. No one wanted me. The family who took me in did it for the money. I was never shown love, compassion, or kindness. I was on the street alone by the time I was ten. But by then I was more than able to care for myself. I learned at a young age how to fend for myself. I got odd jobs. I did all right," Lando said, then finished abruptly. "That's terrible, how awful for you," Christy cried in outrage. No wonder he was so hard. She was surprised he was even capable of a merciful act. What a horrible childhood he must have suffered through. "It taught me to be responsible for myself, not to depend on anyone," Lando snapped. "Children should never have to be responsible for themselves," Christy began; she could tell the pity in her voice had touched a nerve. "I can hear your anger and I understand where it stems from. I can feel sorry, and a deep sympathy for the helpless little boy, but you are a grown man 100

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and responsible for your own actions now, no matter your childhood and upbringing," Christy replied. "As are you," he challenged. Christy winced at his hurtful intention. She cringed wondering what horrible name he was about to call her. She resisted the urge to cover her ears. Her body tensed. "You can't let another control you with words or actions. Take a stand and stop being a doormat. Do some yelling of your own," Lando demanded. "But I don't want to make you angry, I don't want you to hurt me," Christy said softly, fearfully. Lando turned her to look deeply within her eyes. "I have been angry. Have I hurt you?" he asked. "Chad said he wouldn't hurt me." "I am not Chad. You may think I possess no honor because of my profession, yet it is Chad who held no honor. He professed to love you, but look at what he did to you. He beat you. You cry out at night at times; you are still so fearful of being beaten again. He took your self-respect and stomped on it. Your body wasn't the only thing he beat was it?" Lando demanded. "No," she admitted quietly. "Damn him to hell for beating your emotions. Damn him to hell for taking away your want of love and affection. Not all men are cruel. I realize I haven't helped with what you are feeling, yet I didn't want to kill you because I'm evil. Because of who and what you are, you could never understand my need to stop suffering in a fashion I am familiar with, the only fashion I am familiar with." Lando pulled her closely. 101

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She held onto him tightly. He was right, she didn't understand his intentions. She would have sat with him, holding his hand until he died if it had been he who was injured. She never would have even entertained thoughts of causing his demise for any reason. And yet...and yet, on a deeper level she was beginning to understand some of who and what he was. He had given her a glimpse into his frightening world. "Why were you with that police officer? I mean why will you be put in the Witness Protection Program if they know you kill people?" Christy asked. She didn't understand why the authorities would just let someone like him go free and help him do it. "A rift formed between some of my people," Lando said cautiously. Christy sensed he was being evasive, cutting her off. "I'm sorry. Am I asking too much?" she questioned hesitantly, seriously concerned she had overstepped her bounds. He sighed softly. "I'm not certain if it would be wise for you to know. When we reach civilization you might be hurt or worse if my people think you know anything or have gotten close to me. Too much information might put you in danger. I won't be able to protect you from them if I'm in police custody." "Would you protect me?" Christy asked quietly. "You may not be able to stay with me, but right now, right here, you are mine," Lando informed her. He once more became possessive. "As long as you are to be in my care I will protect you from anything, anyone. Sweetheart, you have no 102

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idea what happens in my world. I understand the people who are coming for me. You may not comprehend this, but I respect them. They're in a class all their own. Only one who lives it would be able to understand it." Christy gazed at him thoughtfully, digesting his words, his passion. She reached up a slender hand and ran it down his rough cheek. The stubble on his face had only grown in to a point that made it still harsh. "Will you teach me to live for the moment?" Christy asked. Her eyes looked into his imploringly. She wanted him again but she wondered if she would be able to overcome the hurt at another separation. Perhaps with his help... "I will teach you whatever you want to learn," Lando replied gruffly. Once again he sensed the invitation. Passionately, he captured her lips. With a deep hunger, his hands roamed her body, wanting to feel all of her at once. His mouth readily sought a dusty rose-colored nipple and he suckled deeply, tugging with enthusiasm. His large fingers pressed within her depth, searching her warmth, seeking her readiness, claiming her as his. Christy whimpered under him and Lando looked into her skittish eyes. She seemed alarmed and suddenly fearful. His taking of her was different this time, but she had offered and he had explained already he lived for the moment. This time he wanted wild abandon. "Are you afraid?" his deep rough voice asked curiously. "I want you. It's just that you seem to want to consume me," she replied, and he sensed her panic. "No one has ever strove to engulf my entire being." 103

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"I am the big bad wolf. I do want to consume you. I want to own every inch of you. I want you to forget any man you have ever been with. I want to possess you, every inch is mine. I will possess you. I will make you mine," Lando declared roughly, his raging desire burned deep within his eyes. Christy quivered at his intensity. Once again he captured her lips, taking her breath away. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming that as well, while his hand once more settled onto a firm round breast, gripping it. "Please," she whimpered. His lips trailed down her throat hungrily, burning a searing path, while Christy's breath caught and held. His passion became more than consuming, it was overwhelming. "I have shown you enough mercy. You offered. I am accepting your offer," Lando told her, rising intimidatingly over her helpless form. His powerful body enveloped hers. He plunged deeply within her and she cried out. His size once again a shock, his exuberance overtook him while he could hear her attempts to breathe but managed only to gasp for air. He removed himself and plunged again. Christy clasped at his broad shoulders and he could feel her nails raking against his heated flesh. Good God, she felt so small beneath him. He wanted her to feel helpless. His one hand caught her wrists, pulling them high over her head, while his other grasped tightly onto a thigh, dragging her hips higher. Sensations swarmed within him. He knew she wanted him yet she was afraid of him, of his lovemaking. He was intense, 104

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demanding. He wanted only for her to remember he lived for the moment. For him tomorrow might never come. He wanted her to realize tomorrow might not come for her either. "Feel Christy, just feel, don't think!" He was not purposely trying to frighten her, just make her aware. He wanted her to lose herself in wild abandon and enter into his world; he would keep her safe from harm if she trusted him. He could tell he had succeeded. Christy began to move beneath him, trying to keep up with his exhausting, frantic pace until they developed a rhythm. She met each of his demanding thrusts eagerly until he knew her mind filled with thoughts of just him, only him. "Say my name, Christy," he demanded harshly. She cried out his name again and again, her body shaking with intense spasms. Lando had wrapped himself around her possessively, wanting her, claiming her body as his own, satisfying his needs as well as her own. His large hand clutched her hair firmly, holding her in place as his huge body drove within her, seeking his pent up release. He howled out his victory suddenly and plunged one last time. His body heaved as he gasped in great breaths of air. As his heart calmed, he grinned with satisfaction. He had made her his. Christy lay motionless beneath him. "Christy?" Lando asked, feeling a moment of concern. His nose nuzzled gently at her bruised cheek. No response. She remained still, silent. He blew softly in her ear, hoping to elicit a response. Lando lifted himself slightly to look into her serene face. Engulfed in his wild passion, he had forgotten 105

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her bruised ribs, her fear of what had transpired earlier in the day. He had forgotten how tiny and frail she was compared to him. "Christy?" he again questioned, only now somewhat fearfully. His hand gently clasped her chin, shaking it carefully. "Please, Lando. I know you have shown me enough mercy, but you wore me out. I beg you, let me sleep," Christy implored on a quietly expelled breath. Her body sated, she looked indeed beyond exhausted. She gently rolled beneath him, tugging on one powerful arm, enticing him to cuddle with her. Sighing with relief, Lando pulled her snugly to his side. He would have to be gentler with her in the future or she might be too afraid to let him touch her again. That would be a shame; they would undoubtedly be out here for awhile. She was not like the women he was used to; he could have hurt her. Lando did not want to hurt or frighten her. He could also hear the voice inside his head voicing its anger at his roughness. Lando cringed, suddenly embarrassed. The big bad wolf? Please! [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Seven **** Christy watched apprehensively as Lando slung her duffel bag to his shoulder. She had wanted to stay, yet Lando had insisted they must keep moving while the weather held. They could not possibly survive in the wilderness throughout the winter in such a tiny cave with no provisions. Most assuredly the snow would cover over the cave, leaving them trapped and unable to forage for food. Christy understood his reasoning but was loath to give up the security and protection the small cave offered. "How do we even know if we're headed in the right direction?" Christy mused. "Larry's watch has a compass on it," Lando explained. "Between that and the starlight, I've been able to stay on a basic route. It's just a matter of locating the North Star and the Big Dipper." "Very impressive for a city boy," Christy marveled. Lando tossed her a calculating look. "Some people can be very helpful while looking down the barrel of a silencer." Christy's eyes widened, feeling unnerved. Lando began walking, but she could hear his soft chuckle. She guessed he sensed her indecision. Christy looked longingly back at the still warm cave, missing the safety it offered already, then turned and followed Lando's retreating form. 107

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They trudged on for hours at a steady pace, following the stream down river. Many of the large trees were coniferous, their branches bulky, which made seeing past the next tree or large pile of rocks difficult. Christy was fearful as they rounded each bend. She was apprehensive of running into another Kodiak. She climbed over one fairly large mound of dead leaves, moss, and small broken limbs carefully. She scrambled quickly after Lando, who moved with ease, his longer legs a definite boon, until Christy's stumbling began to increase. To her credit she never lagged or complained. She was completely exhausted before long and afraid she would soon be unable to continue. Lando stopped by the stream and dropped the duffel bag. Gratefully, Christy slumped upon a large rock. After Lando had a quick fire going, he once more moved off to the stream to fish. "You stay where I can see you," Lando warned sternly before he left. At one time Christy would have been concerned at the fierce look he leveled on her. Now she had come to the conclusion it was just his way. She supposed she should have been annoyed; after all, she wasn't a child of three. Yet, she sensed his concern. It was dangerous out here. She couldn't rebuff his want to protect her. Though she had originally promised to obey him, it was not the only reason she preferred to do as he commanded. Christy had felt certain something had been trailing after them in the bush. The hair on the back of her neck seemed to stay in a raised position. She had followed closely after 108

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Lando, not letting his comforting, big form get more than a few feet away. The day warmed and the sun shone down brightly through the trees. An eagle soared overhead. The stream bubbled quietly, and a fish jumped. Christy sat complacently, warming her hands at the fire. Lando had removed his outer jacket, having become sweaty during their walk, and it lay a foot away from her. Picking it up, she studied it thoughtfully, noticing a small tear. It had been Sam's jacket, and she remembered when he had torn it on the branch of a tree while they had been out taking pictures. She had offered to fix it for him, yet hadn't gotten the chance. Eager to keep her hands occupied, Christy rifled through the duffel bag and came across her camera case. She fingered it lovingly for a brief moment, wondering if she would ever again take another picture. She allowed herself a brief moment of sadness before opening the case and removing her small sewing kit. She was just finishing her last stitch when Lando returned. He had already gutted the fish he had caught, and proceeded to set it up over the fire. Christy looked at the fish longingly. She had quickly gotten over her squeamishness that sometimes Lando never bothered to scale it, while also leaving the head and tail still attached. "Very nice," Lando commented on her work as he once more donned his jacket. "Thank you. I had a very nice nanny who taught me to sew," Christy commented, a touch primly. She remembered the sweet little puppets they had made for a puppet show. 109

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Her mother had been proud of her painstaking work. Though on reflecting back, she realized the nanny had been more out of prestige than need. It had been her father who had insisted they have one. Her mother had wanted to keep Christy close to her own side. Lando snorted softly. "What is that suppose to mean?" Christy demanded, annoyed. "You are a prissy little pampered, fluffy kitten aren't you? Did she serve tea and crumpets to you and your mountain of dollies and cuddly stuffed animals?" Lando teased, his eyes alight with amusement. "So what if she did," she said, bristling with annoyance. She could feel a slow blush creep over her face. Christy jumped, startled, as Lando suddenly roared with laughter. It had been the first time she had ever heard him laugh. She watched with wide-eyed amazement as he continued to howl, tears rolling down from his eyes. His laughter faltered as his arms flailed and, losing his balance, he fell backwards off the log he had been sitting on. "Well now, that was rather rude," Christy said angrily. She leaned back, shaking her head, watching him lay motionless for a moment, feet straight up. Lando struggled, awkwardly righting himself, then sat up still laughing, swiping at his eyes. "I thought it was rather funny," he said, mimicking her haughty tone. "Just because I had tea parties with a nanny isn't something that should send you into hysterics," Christy answered. Impishly, she crossed her arms over her chest. 110

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"You and I, sweetheart, are worlds apart," Lando informed her. He was smiling with open amusement at her discomposure. "More like galaxies," she rebuffed haughtily. Then noted Lando had stopped smiling as his eyes began to narrow. "You think you're better than me because you have money," Lando said tightly. "I don't think I am better, just different," she replied, now wary. "Would you be surprised to learn I have money? In fact, I have a great deal of money," Lando informed her. She could sense his anger was growing. Feeling apprehensive, though resigned, Christy muttered, "Blood money. You got rich off of the suffering of others." "Yes, I did. How many people do you think get rich off the suffering of others? A great many more do it legally. How many helpless people might actually take their lives when everything is taken legally? How many innocents snap because of the pain another has caused them? Harassing phone calls people want to hide from, demanding money they don't have or they wouldn't be in the predicament they are in. Vicious, mean people, who don't know you. All they want is the almighty dollar, a fast buck. At least I have the guts to do it face to face. Not through litigation, and the people I have faced are anything but innocent or in need of a break, or a small amount of compassion," Lando replied. "The man who taught you about the stars, did you kill him?" Christy asked quietly. 111

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Lando checked on the fish, remaining quiet. Christy knew he was a killer. He had never denied it. But she was struggling to understand why anyone would purposely choose such a vicious profession. He began slowly, and she sensed his hesitation. "I can't begin to describe to you about the people I know. Men who haven't a shred of decency, an ounce of compassion or mercy. Cruel, evil men. Men with relentless, steely determination, who could move mountains if they so desired, instead would kill a helpless, frightened woman and her three-week-old baby girl." Lando's words trailed off slowly, bitterly. "Is that what happened? Did you know them, were they close to you?" Christy asked, wide-eyed. She wondered at what kind of tragedy would make him cause the wrath of such soulless, brutal men on purpose. "I had been ordered to kill them and a nine-year-old boy," Lando told her. "Why would they think you would do such a thing? Have you, Lando? Have you murdered women and children?" Christy couldn't stop her body from trembling; her eyes began to overflow with her tears. He was speaking of them in past tense. My God, a baby, a three-week-old baby? A sudden feeling of gripping terror possessed her and she resisted the urge to flee from him. Lando crouched, before her taking her hands in his; she recoiled from him, yanking her hands away to pull them tightly to her chest. "I have never in my life killed anyone who I felt was completely defenseless," he informed her. 112

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"But you would have killed me." Sighing, Lando sat back on the log. She avoided his look, as though to cast her gaze upon him would pollute her. He averted his own eyes while once again checking the fish. He removed it and set it aside to cool. "You were in pain. I hated seeing you suffer. When you followed me I felt a great relief knowing I would not have to harm you. You told me your father was a doctor. Did he never once see someone in such agonizing pain he wanted to end their suffering?" "He did. He helped them, he gave them medicine," Christy raged at him, her eyes snapping a vile, heated look, feeling furious anger. "Don't you ever compare yourself to such a wonderful, caring man. Every day of his life he sought to ease people's suffering. He took great pains to save them. He told me on numerous occasions life is a gift." "What medicine could I give you except a few pain pills? We had flown way off course. The elements would have caused you a slow, lingering death. What would you have done if you had been confronted by the Kodiak all alone? Can you imagine the suffering he would have caused you while he ripped into your body, perhaps feeding on you while you still lived? What kind of gift would that have been? I at least wanted to offer you some mercy," Lando reasoned. Christy refused the fish he handed her. She rocked angrily back and forth, not even looking at him. When he stretched out a hand to her, she jerked from his touch almost violently, repulsed. She was uncertain she wanted him near her anymore. Lando put his own food down. He packed up some 113

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of the articles he had, leaving her clothes, the camera case, and a flashlight behind. He rose stiffly to his feet as though pained. For a brief moment, she saw his hand hover in the air as though to touch her hair, then thought better. "I suggest you eat. Keep following the river downstream and hopefully you will run into someone eventually," Lando said quietly, then he left. Christy watched as Lando moved from her sight. She whimpered softly. He had left her all alone. Yet, a voice reasoned, what did she expect? It seemed to her she was the only person on earth he had ever been kind to and she had thrown it in his face. But he is a killer, her mind screamed. But he didn't kill you, another voice challenged. "Lando?" Christy called. "Wait, please come back." Christy looked at the bush where he had walked off, her eyes searching hopefully. She began stuffing the items he had left her into her backpack hurriedly. She needed to catch up to him. Running, Christy crashed through the bush, holding the fish in her hands. "Lando! Wait, please," she yelled desperately. She could see him up ahead, slowing down. He still had yet to face her. "Please, don't leave me all alone," she implored. Hearing her frightened cry, Lando paused and breathed deeply. He should tell her to stay away. He had been getting too close to her. Telling her things he had never told another soul. Christy knew he was a killer. He had never denied it. He should have known hearing of an actual killing would frighten 114

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her further. He had felt so uncertain until once again a thought had popped into his warring mind, making the decision for him. She needs to know exactly what she is dealing with, the voice was again advising. If she rejects you, are you still willing to care for her? Did you save her expecting a favor? Can there not be one time in your life you can actually give unconditionally, are you even capable of such a selfless act? He had watched sadly as her eyes filled with horrified disgust. For a moment, Lando thought she was about to become physically ill. Each harsh word had slammed him worse than any knife ever had, and then she had shut him out, ignored him as though he didn't exist. She really only wanted him for the protection he offered. His company. His head dropped to his chest. He could now hear her labored breathing as she raced to catch up. Of course she only wanted his protection, his company. Lando had already told her once they returned he would be gone from her life. The voice casually mentioned, What did you expect, her undying love? A commitment? Lando didn't make commitments, he only lived for the moment. "Lando?" Christy cried to him from a few feet away. Lando stood quietly, head bowed in thought, wondering if he should accept her back. They needed each other. Out here was no place to have to be alone. But she would ask more questions, she would want to hear more of his life. What if she glared upon him once more with revulsion, could he handle the pain of rejection over and over? He made a 115

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decision, having no other choice, his face set in steely, determined resolve, and he turned to confront her. Suddenly, moving swiftly, he dropped the duffel bag to the ground as he meticulously pulled his gun from behind his belt in one fluid motion. Christy stopped dead in her tracks; her face reflected stunned surprise. The fish she was carrying dropped from her grasp, falling to the forest floor with a tiny bounce, ruffling a few crackling leaves. "Lando?" Christy whimpered, her plea was laced with terror. Lando's look had turned murderous. "Get down!" Lando bellowed urgently. Christy turned abruptly, sensing eminent disaster, and dropped to the ground, screaming in terror. Her arms flew up to protect her face. The mountain lion screamed out hideously and leaped into the air, intent on capturing his helpless prey. The gun blasted and Christy was knocked backwards as the huge cat landed soundly upon her. She screamed repeatedly, batting her small arms, trying to dislodge it. Lando gave a violent yank, locking his hands on the cat's neck and back, and pulled the furry predator's limp body from her gasping form. Lando grabbed Christy to him, crushing her within his fierce embrace. Lifting her off the ground as he straightened with her in his grasp. "It's all right, sweetheart, it's dead," Lando soothed. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. You just seem so frightening at times, I get so scared," Christy admitted while clutching his powerful body closer still. 116

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"I know I'm frightening to you at times. You might always find me frightening. But I won't ever hurt you. I swear it!" Lando declared vehemently. "Thank you for saving me...again," Christy said with wideeyed sincerity. Lando chuckled softly, his heart that near pounded from his breast began to steady, and he locked her tightly to him, listening as her ragged, labored breathing began to steady. You are mine. The voice in his head sounded a bit too triumphant. He realized she was still not ready or willing to hear that. Also feeling a tad concerned, Lando rather hoped he wasn't becoming schizophrenic. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Eight **** With Christy's help, Lando and she were able to construct a shelter in front of a large rock, using the parachute as a tent. Soon enough a fire blazed within the tented structure, brightly offering them warmth and a small measure of security against the frightening darkness that would envelope them as dusk descended. Lando had boiled more water, checking to make sure eight minutes had elapsed, and added to it a few of the mints Christy had carried, melting them for flavor. Feeling pessimistic, Christy watched as Lando took a stick and turned a dead, headless snake roasting in ashes placed off to the side. He had found it sunning itself quietly on a rock, warming in the afternoon sun. Lando had pounced on it. He informed her once the skin split he would then boil the meat. She grimaced at the thought; still, her tummy rumbled in hunger. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Christy sipped slowly from a crude piece of driftwood Lando handed her. It contained the hot minted water. She watched as Lando refilled the metal bowl with water from a condom he had dipped into the stream. "Lando?" Christy asked cautiously, remembering how their last exchange had ended when she had questioned him, but she was just too curious, she needed to know. 118

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"I know you are afraid to ask, Christy. I know you are afraid not to ask. You will just have to accept me for who I am and what I was. You know I will never hurt you. I swear that on my own life." Christy thought about that for a moment. "Have you ever been camping?" she inquired, taking a different route. She wanted to understand him, not fear him Lando looked at her thoughtfully, obviously wondering at her change of tactics. "Not intentionally," he replied. "Something you had to do?" she asked. "Definitely," Lando responded, and then chuckled; Christy could tell he was recalling a memory. "Is that how you know about the Big Dipper, and direction, and...eating snakes?" "Yes. The man I was after led me into a deep forested area, hoping I would not survive because of my inexperience; he was very surprised at my tenacity," Lando replied. "Why did he teach you?" Christy asked softly. She knew Lando had killed him. Why would anyone teach someone of survival if they were about to die? Especially by their hand? It just did not make any sense to her. Taking a breath, Lando looked at her intensely. "If you were going to die, if there were no other options available to you, would you rather die a horrible, painful, slow, agonizing death, or would you want a merciful end?" Christy swallowed noisily. She knew it had been Lando who had given the man a choice.

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She once more fought to control the sudden terror in her breast. She knew Lando was admitting he could cause someone great pain if he did so choose. "Would it help if I told you what he had done?" Lando asked kindly. "Was he a bad man?" Christy asked softly, battling an internal struggle. Her head once again bowed almost to her chest. "He was a very bad man. Some men don't feel as I do, that women and children are too helpless to be harmed. They enjoy their helplessness. They revel in it. They glorify in it. When he offered to teach me a few things on survival I offered him an act of mercy he had never shown another," Lando told her. "You have never hurt a woman or children?" Christy asked, feeling relief. "Never," Lando said intensely. She believed him, though why that would offer her some comfort, she couldn't really fathom. Christy watched as Lando cut the meat from the snake, adding it to the now boiling water. His hands rubbed against his pants to clean them. When finished, he settled back to watch her as he always did. This time she cocked her head sideways at him curiously. "Why are you always watching me?" Christy asked, although she decided she no longer minded. She had become used to it. His deep, dark eyes were now comforting. They no longer appeared soulless to her. She knew he would always 120

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wait for an invitation, not demand one. She liked having that one power over him. "I like the way you move, I like the way you look. I am used to studying people. It's a habit. I need to know what people are thinking; I need to be able to anticipate their next move," Lando replied. "Can you hear what I'm thinking?" Christy asked in a teasing way. "I can see what you are thinking. You trust me when I say the man needed to die. You trust I will not harm you. You fear me still, yet know your life depends upon my kindness. Does the fact I am dangerous arouse you?" Lando asked intently. "No," Christy said honestly, her teasing tone abandoned. "I do not crave your fearful side. I want the gentle protectiveness you have shown me, your mercy. Your possessive lovemaking was frightening at first. I had only ever been with Chad. Sometimes he laughed at my inexperience, making me feel inadequate. When you take me I feel...I feel..." Christy hesitated. "What do you feel?" Lando demanded. Her slight body shuddered softly. "I shouldn't want you!" Christy suddenly cried out. "My father saved lives. He would be so angry if he found out I needed you, wanted you. I desire you. I can't help but compare you to Chad. Besides him and my father there is no other man I can compare you with. "My father was so loving and caring, he took care of me. He never hurt me, I always knew he loved me. Chad was 121

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going to be a doctor just like my father. He would be saving lives. But he hurt me. He hurt me so badly. You take lives and yet you have never hurt me. I feel so confused. Why does Chad feel more hurtful and hateful than you do? Why are you safer than he is? How can that be? I don't understand. Please, why?" Christy whimpered. Lando gathered her shaking body to his. "I don't know why, sweetheart. You need me to survive. Perhaps that is all there is," Lando suggested. "No, it's not just survival. If I had been with Chad out here I would be dead by now. I know that. He would have abandoned me. Declaring he would get help, only it would be his own life he would seek to save. I would have been so hurt at another betrayal. I don't just desire physical acceptance or food. I need more than just that to survive out here. Please don't make me fall in love with you. I couldn't take another loss. You have said we have no future. I understand. Really I do. In spite of that I can't help feel there must be more. Please show me more, I need more," Christy begged. The cooking snake forgotten, Lando once more captured Christy's eager lips. He quickly tugged her from her outer clothing. His large, calloused hands roamed over her willing body intensely. Christy no longer shied away at his demanding need to consume her. She reveled in it. She wanted him as powerfully and possessively as he wanted her. She in turn sought out his hard form. Her hands roamed his muscular chest and arms, tugging softly at his dark hairs. She pulled at him, wanting his entry, feeling her readiness, her body responding, seeking to satisfy her needs. She 122

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craved his strong form upon her own. She wanted the protective covering he offered, a warm security blanket in the unending coldness. No one would harm her while he was positioned thus upon her slight frame, although it had become more than that. He had become more. She cried out at his entry, accepting him inside. She was still amazed at his size, the powerful thrusts as he mounted her eagerly. His possessive grip captured her willing, writhing body to his own. She looked up, gazing into the depths of his eyes. She could see her reflection. She was surprised at the need on her face; she blushed to her core, seeing also her own lust. Lando was grinning down at her. Her blush deepened at her exposure. She then thrust the thought off with a shrug. Her body tightened all around him, and she closed her eyes, feeling him, enjoying his movements, loving the sound of him moaning deep within his throat. The guttural male, satisfied sounds he made as he thrust upon her encouraged her to release her own joyous sounds of ecstasy. Her mind tuned only to him, all other thoughts were inconsequential. She released herself, her body her thoughts, into his eager, sensual care. Lando moved within her possessively, grateful she had not shied away from him because of their conversation. It will take time, the voice had cautioned while she had cried out her confusion. He was grateful they had time. He remembered his promise to himself and tried not to be so demanding. He strove to be cautious of her bruises. 123

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Christy writhed beneath him, becoming more demanding than he had been. She begged him to possess her. She cried out her wanton, frantic desire. His resolve faltered. Both lost control. As always, her pleading struck a chord within him, and he gave in to what she wanted. Once more his hand tangled in her hair as he held her firmly beneath him. Christy was screaming his name over and over, her own hand locked in his hair, capturing him to her. Her body gave a violent shudder; she cried out one last time before she lay still. Lando thrust again deeply and found his own release. His hand untangled from her glorious locks, he nuzzled her face from the crook of his neck. He ran a gentle finger across her bruised cheek. "Christy?" "I'm so hungry I could eat a snake," she said softly. "That's good news. That's all we've got," Lando reminded her. The day dawned overcast and foggy. Though the snow had long since vanished, the cold wind whipped around them as autumn battled for its last breaths of power before succumbing to a greater foe. Lando and Christy rolled up the parachute they had used as a tent. Christy's tummy rumbled. The snake she had eaten had indeed been...interesting. Hopefully she would never have to partake of another. Lando had not had any luck that morning fishing. He said he had again detected the scent of snow in the air, and still felt the parachute would not offer enough protection against brutal winter weather if it were to strike again. He didn't want it collapsing on top of them from the 124

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weight of the elements. If they could not find a cave, perhaps they could build a lean-to up against some rocks. They struck out at a steady pace. Lando's only intentions were set on a stronger shelter and more food. Lando had his gun within easy reach in case anything presented itself. Christy gazed amidst the foliage, wanting to be helpful. She followed Lando closely. The thought of the cougar and Kodiak weighed heavily on her mind. Lando was wandering restlessly. The sky had been red upon wakening. Not a good sign, he had informed her, though she could have guessed just by the look on his anxious face. Sounds of the day seemed more intense. The vegetation had a more prominent scent. "What is it?" Christy asked with concern. She could see Lando's agitation, the set of his tense shoulders. "I can feel something," he answered barely above a whisper. "You can always feel the weather change deep within your bones, and I'm anxious to find a decent shelter." When Christy stumbled moments later, he snapped at her. She recoiled from his harsh tone. He offered her no apology. "Lando?" "Damn it! If you keep making too much bloody noise we'll never find anything to eat!" Christy clamped her lips shut. If he wanted silence, then silence is what he would have. She wouldn't utter another word. They trudged on for perhaps another hour. Both were now tired and agitated, their movements plodding. Lando heard a slight noise to his immediate right. Christy cried out suddenly 125

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in fright as Lando pulled his gun and fired. A painful squeal sounded as a large boar dropped to the ground, its hind legs still kicking with intensity, his body flailing wildly in an effort to rise to his unsteady feet. Lando approached it cautiously, aware it was still living. He was furious with himself. The only time he had ever needed another shot to finish a job was when he had been younger and more inexperienced. His first kill had required three. The man he had been after had thrashed in such pain, crying out pathetically, Lando had felt almost sorry for him. He strived afterwards to make certain he only needed one shot. Unless they deserved more or more had been ordered. Wary of the boar's tusks and large teeth at the side of its mouth, Lando pounced upon it. Using his knife, he slit its throat, holding it still while blood spurted, until it moved no more. Lando grabbed the wild boar by its front and back legs. With a great heave, he threw it over his broad shoulders and continued on without even a backwards glance at Christy. Christy moved behind him cautiously, grabbing the extra bag he had dropped when retrieving the boar. Lando continued on. Feeling the slight moisture from the sky beginning to fall, he began moving at a quicker rate. He could hear Christy's labored breathing as she struggled to keep pace with him. He noted she offered no protest, nor did she make a single sound. He wondered if she was fearful he would leave her if she were unable to keep up. He saw a large cluster of rocks in the distance. Upon approaching them, he noted with relief there were a great 126

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many huge logs surrounding the area. It would only take them a short time to stretch the parachute tent over the ready-made structure, offering them ample shelter. There were enough good sized rocks to hold the parachute down to keep it from blowing away, or the strong winds from creeping inside the shelter. Lando dropped the pig to the ground as well as the duffel bag. He noted Christy had been carrying the backpack. He began to remove the parachute. With Christy's help, their new shelter was then secure as the wind picked up and the rain began to fall with greater intensity. Once a fire burnt brightly within the structure, Lando moved off to gut the boar without a backward glance in Christy's direction. Christy watched the warped pot as it boiled water. She shuddered softly. The food would be welcome, yet she couldn't help feel a sense of relief it had not been her that had been laying motionless across Lando's shoulders. The efficiency when he had slit the animal's neck, the power as he held it completely captive... It had indeed been a sight to behold, a disturbing sight at that! Christy fought off confused tears. Lando had been abrupt with her all day. His pace had become grueling to the point where she had lagged and stumbled. She was not trying to antagonize him on purpose. He had yelled at her, not caring he had frightened her. "Stop being a doormat!" It resounded in her head. Lando had said that. He had told her to yell. But he was such a commanding presence. How could she overcome her fear and defend herself when he could strike out at any moment? She realized quickly Lando 127

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had never struck her. He had never caused her any pain. Maybe he was different than Chad that way. Not all men are cruel, Lando had said. Her father had never once harmed her or her mother. Christy struggled with her thoughts. She knew deep down if Lando were to strike her it would not be the physical pain that would destroy her, but the emotional betrayal. Christy was still pondering her thoughts when Lando returned, carrying a great deal of meat. He placed most of it near the back of their shelter, where it would remain cold. A large chunk Lando placed in the boiling water. Once cooked to remove parasites, he would then make sure it was spitted and roasted. Christy sat quietly, not offering him a word. Her thoughts were storming; he had frightened her into being quiet and withdrawn. He never should have yelled at her for stumbling, making her feel so vulnerable. Lando was studying her thoughtfully. "Christy?" "You are a bully!" Christy suddenly raged, surprising him and herself. "I fell from being tired and you yelled at me like I was actually doing something wrong. I didn't do it on purpose." Christy waited fearfully for his anger to explode, but she couldn't help herself. He had been unfair. Let him yell. Let him...hit her. Christy waited for his reaction. She tried not to cringe fearfully. She tried not to cower, though her body shook and her jaw quivered. Lando was watching her movements. She knew he could tell she was terrified at what he might now do to her. She was taking a big chance at angering him. She knew he could make her leave the shelter, or worse, beat her. They were at a 128

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critical juncture. If he were to hurt her it would scar her for the rest of her life. Once more he had control over her life, over her emotions. "I'm sorry. You are right, I shouldn't have yelled at you. Stumbling wasn't your fault, it was the hurried pace I had set out of worry. I shouldn't have expected you to be able to keep up with me; it was ludicrous to think you could," Lando said truthfully. "Really?" Christy answered, amazed. Her breath expelled in a whoosh; she hadn't even been aware she was holding it. Her face lit with wonder. He was not yelling. He was not taking her hurtfully. He had not hit her. He did not seem angered. Christy shook with greater intensity, though the look on her face had Lando smiling. "I was just feeling apprehensive and concerned. I shouldn't have taken it out on you," Lando admitted. Christy cried out suddenly and launched herself into his arms. Lando captured her, his tension betraying his surprise. "You won't hurt me! I didn't think you would, but you didn't. You didn't!" Lando held her firmly. Christy clutched his body tightly. She shook with horrific spasms. Her tears fell uninhibited. "He said he wouldn't, but he did. You said you wouldn't, and you didn't. You say what you mean. You have always said what you mean. My father said what he meant. I can compare you with him. I can. Maybe it's not what you do, but who you are and your actions that are important." 129

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"Is that what is important to you, comparing me with another?" Lando asked quietly while he held her. "You have already said we are from different worlds. We think differently. I have only compared you to the most important men in my life, no, only one important man now. You are nothing like Chad. I can't compare your profession with my dad's. Yet, I can compare your actions. You are honorable, kind, and gentle. Thank you for not lying. Thank you for not hurting me." Lando held her tightly. Christy clung to him desperately. Once again another violent storm raged around them, shutting them in. They held one another, seeking comfort and warmth. Their shelter, though primitive, held as the brutal, freezing rain pelted down. Lightning crashed and the sky rumbled ominously. They ate the meat Lando had procured, but their want of each other stormed more intensely than anything thundering around them. Lando's taking of her was as fearsome as the storm that raged. Christy clung to his body in desperation. The storm, though fierce, was not warm and protective as Lando was. His body was more powerful than the intense crashing sounds. He was stronger than the fearsome, driving winds. Straining to hear his thoughts engulfed her more deeply than any loud crack from the sky. Once sated, they curled wrapped around each other's bodies and slept. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Nine **** "Can we please rest, Lando? I'm so tired," Christy asked. Without waiting for confirmation, she slumped to a large log. Her body trembled, feeling the exertion of the long day. After the storm had abated, they once more struck out following the flowing stream. It was now mid-afternoon. They were both tired. Lando dropped his gear to the forest floor and rifling through the backpack. He pulled out two pieces of cooked boar meat. He handed one to Christy. "Stay here and eat this. I just want to scout around the area," he told her. "I want to fish again, but first we need to find a decent shelter for the night. I'm certain I heard the screaming of a cougar back a ways. I hope it hasn't been trailing us, following the meat carcasses and bones we've been leaving behind." "Don't go far," Christy begged. She looked up at him, wide-eyed. Christy had also heard the cougar, and remembering her last encounter with one, she was loath to repeat it. Especially if Lando was not present to interfere. "It will be fine. I won't go far, sweetheart, I promise. I wouldn't leave you if I thought it was close," Lando said, and smiled down at her reassuringly. He gently traced a finger across her cheek before he turned and left. Christy sat, feeling anxious the moment he left her sight. She tried to calm her nerves while eating slowly. She was 131

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hungry and tired, her body ached, and she hoped Lando would return quickly and tell of a decent place to rest for the night. She sat quietly listening to the sounds around her, always wary. It was not long before she heard movement behind her. Christy rose and turned slowly. Standing completely still, she resisted the urge to scream. Lando had left her alone before for short periods of time. He had not been impressed to have raced frantically to her side, gun drawn, while she huddled, terrified of a chipmunk that had noisily ventured forth from the foliage. The look he had leveled on her on those occasions made her want to crawl into a hole with embarrassment. Christy shook as the noise approached. The movements were most definitely louder than a chipmunk this time. A large bush was suddenly thrust aside and she stared, dumbstruck, at a man who was just as surprised from her sudden appearance. The two looked at each other. Christy's fear turned to relief. She resisted the urge to throw herself into the man's arms she was so grateful to see him. Other people, finally other people. She anxiously approached as three other men emerged from behind the bush. "Well hell, little lady, what the heck are you doing out here all alone?" the man inquired curiously. His hair was blond and he was almost as tall and as well built as Lando. When he ventured closer, she noted he moved with almost the same calculating, predatory walk. The other three men were not quite as impressive, though also decidedly larger than she. All 132

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four seemed of various ages. All four wore the camouflage of hunters. "Our plane crashed. Three of us were killed. Lando and I..." Christy began quickly, but the large blond man cut her off. "You out here with your husband?" he asked. Christy noted the now apprehensive look on his face. He seemed pensive, as were the others. Their gazes shifted around nervously. "No, he's not my husband. He's the only other survivor from the plane crash we were in," she explained, though she began to feel her own apprehension mounting. Her intuition began screaming something was not right. On further inspection she could see two of the men appeared to be spattered in blood. Their backpacks were large and overstuffed. Grayish fur was spilling from one. When one of the men shifted she could see a large rifle strapped to his back. Christy stepped back, sensing she should listen to her inner female voice. Perhaps it was the men's own apprehension. The way they suddenly seemed to surround her. She became frightened, feeling cornered. "He's close by. I'll just call..." Christy stated, now feeling a desperate need, wanting Lando close for security. But the blond man moved suddenly, lunging for her. Before Christy could offer a protest he had her firmly within his strong embrace, and a large dirty hand secured over her mouth. Christy struggled violently, kicking her legs and pulling at his hands and sleeves, to no avail. The powerful man had her in a firm grip, pinning her arms to her sides. He tightened his 133

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large hands upon her painfully, squeezing her until her struggling slowed, then ceased. Her pained whimpers came on softly expelled amounts of air. She ceased struggling and held still submissively. Christy's breath became labored. She looked up at him imploringly, desperately. She could hardly breathe. She was terrified. Her eyes began to tear. She began to shake within his embrace. Her ribs throbbed painfully with the pressure he exerted. She sobbed up at him softly, silently praying for mercy. Christy could hear his rough voice a breath away from her ear. "Now be good, honey, and just maybe we will be gentle with you." The man again squeezed once more viciously before loosening his grip. She slumped within his grasp, groaning deeply at the back of her throat. He chuckled. Christy shuddered and whimpered softly. Lando? her mind cried out. The large blond man easily lifted her up off her feet. He carried her back behind the bush, but not before he instructed the others to do away with the man, Lando. Lando began walking back to where he had left Christy. He hated leaving her alone, yet knew she was tired and he could scout a great deal of land more quickly without her. He stopped abruptly when he noted Christy was no longer on the rock where he had left her. The food he had given her lay resting on the ground near where she had perched. "Christy?" Lando's voice boomed urgently. "Oh, she can't answer. But don't worry, I bet Rick is taking real good care of her." 134

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Lando spun in the direction of the cocky voice. A fist connected soundly with his jaw from a different direction. Lando recoiled, then reacted; his foot came up quickly and smashed cruelly into another's face. Blood spattered. The man went spinning, and tumbled to the ground. Lando felt another blow connect at his temple. He spun about and sent his fist into a man's belly. He heard the answering groan; the man's knees buckled, sending him to the forest floor, rendering him incapacitated as well. One of the men who had been standing back swung hard and a large heavy piece of wood connected with Lando's head, sending him into oblivion. He sank to the ground. "Damn, the man's got an iron jaw," one of the men complained, grasping his hand. "Damn iron foot, too!" another man complained while holding his chin as blood dripped from his nose and mouth. "Just get him up," the third man said. It wasn't long before Lando's limp body was tossed into the frigid water, where the current carried him downstream. Christy's hands had been tied behind her back tightly. Not far from where she and Lando had stopped had been an overgrown road. Once the other men had returned she had been thrown into a jeep and they had left to return to a tiny cabin not far away. Christy had been thrown over the blond man's shoulder and carried inside the cabin. Her pitiful struggles stopped quickly. The large blond man had whacked her behind soundly, painfully, demanding she keep still. "Please don't hurt me," Christy had pleaded once more as the blond man fondled her roughly for a few moments before 135

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wandering off to the fridge. He cracked open a beer. Upon entering the cabin, he had tossed her onto a couch. Christy had scooted as far into the corner of it as she was able. She pulled her legs up closely to her chest. "Well, it just doesn't get much better than this, does it, boys? Kodiaks for the taking, wolves and cougars for the taking, and now a woman for the taking," the blond man joked cruelly, and then downed half of his beer. "What do we do with her, Rick?" one of the other men asked a bit nervously. "Use your imagination," Rick said, and again sauntered towards Christy, his intent clear. Christy cowered back onto the couch she was sitting on, her tears flowing uninhibited. Her body shook as Rick sat beside her and once more reached to stroke her breasts. He pushed his large hand roughly between her firmly clasped thighs. He glared into her frightened, pleading eyes. He pressed his large body firmly against her, pinning her to the couch. Christy began to sob uncontrollably. "No, I mean after we're done here. We already got rid of the guy, but what do we do with her? I don't care much for the thought of throwing her in the stream when we leave," he said with some distress. "Poaching is one thing, but murder is an entirely different matter. If their plane crashed, someone will be looking for her. Besides, the other guy was huge and fought back, we can justify that, and get our story straight. But killing her won't be in self-defense. If we're ever caught no one would believe she attacked us, no matter if we all stuck to the same story, she's too small. And I can see what 136

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you have in mind; it's what we all got in mind. You can't say you raped someone in self-defense. Not a judge in the world would buy that one." "Well, maybe if she's nice to me I might take her home with me," Rick replied. He held Christy's hair tightly and kissed her throat, his mouth leaving a trail of wet slopping kisses upon her jaw line. "Please don't hurt me, please don't beat me," Christy cried out fearfully. "We're not going to hurt you," Rick soothed. He nuzzled her neck, enjoying the sweet womanly smell of her. "Much," one of the other men said, and they all laughed. Christy's breathing became labored. She was too fearful of all of them. They were crowded around her, intimidating her. Her chest heaved with spasms. Images of being huddled against the wall at her parents' home while in agony flashed through her mind. The pain of her broken bones overwhelmed her. The taste of her own blood choking her at the back of her throat while an evil encompassing shadow towered over her helpless body, engulfing her. She felt as though she were having a heart attack. Her face paled until it was chalk white. Her body began to shudder uncontrollably. She whimpered pleading words around a violently quaking jaw until her voice could no longer be heard or understood over her ragged breathing. A terrible roaring noise had started throughout her head. Her hearing began to fade, and then seemed nonexistent. She saw white spots of lights. 137

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"All right now, just relax," she thought she heard a deep voice say from far away. Christy's eyes rolled back into her head when she was unable to take in enough air. She jerked violently once. Her spasms then ceased abruptly. Her head fell forwards onto Rick's surprised shoulder. He grasped her limp form, and his roaming hands stilled. "Well crap, Rick, is she dead? We didn't scare her to death, did we?" one of the men asked with concern. "I don't want to take a dead woman, and I was looking forward to this." "No, she ain't dead. She fainted. She's just really scared. She'll be fine in a little while," Rick said, sighing softly. He placed his hand over her wildly beating heart. He should have realized this would happen. He berated himself quietly. She might already have been in shock from the plane crash she said she was in. He should have just taken her to his room and handled her alone before she was faced with all of them. She would have been terrified by just him, but four of them were enough to send any woman into a panic. Now he would have to wait. An unconscious woman would give him no trouble, yet he wanted her to cry out for him. He could tell she would beg real nice. She was a pretty little thing. Maybe he would take her home with him after all when they were finished here. He lived in the middle of nowhere, all alone. Once knocked up, she would be trapped and completely dependent on him. He could use the baby to make her do whatever he wanted. She would be unable to escape. Rick liked that idea. Now the thought of the other 138

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men presented a problem. He wouldn't really care whose kid it was. But maybe he didn't like the idea of the others tasting what could be his alone. He had been interested the moment he saw her. "Let me dump her on my bed. We best get busy with the animals we got; she can wait," Rick said. He pulled Christy's limp body easily into his powerful arms, enjoying the soft, warm feel of her helpless body pressed closely to him. "Well, why your bed?" one of the men asked angrily. "You want to make something of it?" Rick asked, and glared dangerously at the smaller man. Rick easily slung Christy's slight form over a broad shoulder, leaving a fist free. The other, smaller man knew better than to take him on. His jaw stilled showed bruising from where Lando had struck him earlier. "Just be sure you leave some for us," he grumbled instead, then backed off. Rick strode off and was soon placing Christy down upon his bed. He stroked back a long lock of her soft hair, enjoying the feel of it as he threaded it through his large fingers. She stirred slightly. "Lando," she whimpered pleadingly, then remained silent. Rick pledged she would soon be whimpering and screaming his own name. He decided he wanted to keep this one. Binding her ankles and throwing a blanket over her still and bound body, Rick rose to stare down upon her supine form. Keeping her might not be such a bad idea, he reasoned. No one would find her, after all. She would be good company 139

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for him, especially during the frigid, snowbound months of inactivity. It wouldn't take long for him to tame someone so small and helpless. The more Rick thought about it the more the idea appealed to him. Smiling, he gave a quick kiss to Christy's forehead. He would help the others for awhile, then return to claim her. This trip was indeed proving to be prosperous. He would revel in his new wealth shortly. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Ten **** Lando slowly pulled his battered, exhausted body up onto a slippery rock. He pulled his arms around himself tightly, shivering horrifically. He felt frozen to the bone. He had regained consciousness slowly after having become entangled in debris in the stream. Though freezing cold, the stream was only a little less than waist deep. The current had been strong. His frozen, aching fingers felt as though they'd been smashed in a door. His mind worked from a deep fog, and it took him a while to maintain a decent hold to disengage himself. "Lando." He had heard a small, softly whimpered cry. He knew it was Christy calling to him. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he was certain it was her. "I'm coming, sweetheart, just hang on," he said aloud, though his voice was tired and he never in his life remembered feeling so weary. Lando rose stiffly, testing his joints. Thankfully nothing was broken, though his head throbbed. More than once his ex-boss had told him he had the mind of a steel trap. Apparently he had the steel part right. Lando walked, a bit dazed, realizing he needed to warm himself up or he would die of exposure or hypothermia. If he were to die he couldn't help Christy. Reaching ice cold fingers into his wet front pocket, he had some difficulty removing the 141

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lighter; he fumbled, trying to maintain a good grip. He had gathered kindling and small pieces of dry leaves and moss for tinder. His mobility was helping his blood to flow faster, though he couldn't seem to make his frozen thumb strike down hard enough to cause a spark on the lighter. Instead he took the lighter to a branch. Holding the bottom of the lighter, he pressed the igniter up against the branch, giving it a shove. The flame burned bright and, using his other shaking hand, he held up a few dry leaves. Once they caught he placed them on the kindling he had already set out nearby. Lando huddled as closely as he dared to the flames, his hands seeking desperate warmth. He was exhausted. A foreign feeling of aloneness entered his brain. He felt quite surprised at that. He hadn't had that feeling since he was a little boy. He had hardened his heart to that feeling, as he had hardened his heart to a lot of feelings. Being with Christy had given him a taste of what he had been deprived of his entire life. Warmth, a sense of caring for another, knowing he was needed. Christy had accepted him even knowing he would have to leave her. She had feared him but still wanted him close by. In fact, she desperately wanted his body close to hers, seeking his protection and safety. Lando's teeth chattered. He reached up absently to rub at his jaw, stopping the clattering. The coldness seeped into his bones, making him feel like a wet dishrag. A sudden thought entered his mind. Christy had felt so terribly alone when the plane had crashed. She had been so cold, and he had 142

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callously taken Sam's jacket away from her. She had been in terrible pain, terrified of him, and he thought it best to end her life, to put her out of her misery assuming he knew what was best. When did you become God? a voice questioned. Lando gave his head a shake. When indeed. Christy had persevered. She had thwarted his attempt— the only one to ever have. Her spirit was strong, a lot stronger than a great many men he had known. She had overcome astronomical odds and lived. Well she won't for long if you don't do something, the voice casually mentioned. Lando sighed softly. When had his mind gotten so annoying? Though right! a thought flashed quickly. Lando arose and stomped out the fire. His feet were frigid; pins and needle pain shot up through his calves and thighs. He had sat feeling sorry for himself long enough, and he needed to take action, now. Christy was depending on him; she desperately needed him. Shakily, he backtracked to their last position. The faster he moved, the harder he concentrated, the more Lando's mind cleared. Once again he became a predator. The hunter stalked his prey as he had no other before. Lando's intensity engulfed him. He was angered. No one took what was his. Christy was his. She belonged to him alone. Triumphantly, Lando came across the tiny clearing where he had last seen her. There were signs of a struggle, his. He noted beyond the bush there were only the men's tracks retreating. One of them had obviously picked Christy up to take her away. She would not have been able to thwart the attempt. What was it the man had said? 143

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Lando's mind reflected back, searching. Rick was the name he had referred to, he thought suddenly. There were at least four of them. Christy would be so terrified. He remembered how frightened she had been of just him. If they had hurt her he would kill them all. Who was he kidding? He planned to kill them all regardless, he thought with furious intensity. Playing God again? the voice questioned. "No, I'm not God. I'm just really pissed," he raged aloud furiously. Christy woke slowly. "Lando?" she whimpered, frightened. She tried to rise, then noted her hands and feet were bound. A blanket had been thrown over her. The fact she remained dressed and felt no telltale pain had her realizing none of the men had touched her as of yet. Christy shuddered. Wherever they were, they would be back. They would hurt her. She yanked at her bonds. She managed to squirm out from under the blanket. Being agile, she slipped her bound hands under her bottom and down her bent legs. Struggling, she slipped them past her feet. Once her hands were in front of her, Christy pulled at the rope with her teeth. The knots were tight and she was having a great deal of trouble with them. She felt elation as one finally became undone and, with the rope now loosened, she was able to slip her hurting wrists free. Christy deftly began working on the ropes at her ankles. It was with great relief when they, too, were free. Christy sat up slowly, rubbing at her ankles and wrists. 144

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"Well, you just saved me a lot of time and trouble." Christy jumped at the hard voice. Rick was leaning casually against the doorframe of the bedroom, his huge body filling the entry way. His cruel devilish eyes were penetrating, as though searching her very soul. She realized he had been watching her attempts at undoing herself. She wondered fearfully if he was angry, but his look was that of slight amusement. "I was going to stop you, but hey, I thought, why should I bother? You'd just struggle, and we both would have gotten all tired out. This way only you're just tired. All I need to do now is retie your hands to the head of the bed." Rick strolled lazily towards her, a predatory walk. She began to tremble. Her eyes flashed to the posts on either side of the large bed, then the matching posts at the bottom, and shuddered with her thoughts. She made soft whimpering sounds in the back of her throat. Rick moved towards her slowly, carefully. "You're a real skittish little thing, aren't you? Well, I've waited long enough. You don't need to go fainting on me again, honey; we can go real slow. I got lots of time set aside just for you and me. We can get to know each other intimately." Christy's could feel the blood drain from her face, and her jaw quivered uncontrollably. His meaning was all too clear and by his tone she could tell how intimately he was about to get to know her. She crept slowly off the bed and stopped only when her back pressed against a cold wooden wall. When realizing she was trapped and cornered, she splayed her hands before her face. 145

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"Please, I beg you, don't kill me. Please don't beat me," she pleaded fearfully. This man was almost as large as Lando. One blow would most assuredly kill her. "Don't give me a reason to," Rick replied with elation, obviously enjoying her pleading tone. His voice was deep and rough. When he reached her, he gripped her small wrists in one of his large hands, placing them up over her head. His powerful body pressed against her, pinning her to the wall. "Please no, don't hurt me," Christy cried out. Rick's hand pulled up on her shirt, exposing her breasts. Slowly, Rick ran his hard, calloused hand carefully across one of Christy's bruised ribs. She cringed. "Did this happen in the crash or did the guy you were with do this?" he asked curiously. "The crash," she whimpered. Rick's hand rose higher. Christy watched his large hand rise with fearful apprehension; she cowered back, terrified he meant to strike her. He didn't; instead, he gently massaged one of her high breasts. "You've been hit by a man before, haven't you?" Rick inquired. "Yes," she replied shakily. A tear trailed slowly down her cheek to drip from her chin. Lazily, Rick moved his hand to fondle her other breast. He seemed to be thinking. "There are four of us. All of us want a turn with you, or maybe some won't want to wait until another has finished. Do you understand my meaning? Can you even begin to imagine what we can do to you, the pain we could cause you?" he asked her. He was looking deeply 146

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into her eyes, his one hand alternating at squeezing and kneading her exposed flesh. Christy's tears now flowed uninhibited from terror stricken eyes at the thought. Yes, she could imagine. "I'm so very frightened of you. Please don't hurt me, please don't beat me," she begged. So far, though terribly frightening, Rick's large hands had not been painful upon her. He seemed to be caressing her, thinking of something, planning. He rubbed his thumb against her nipple. "I can keep them off you. I can keep them from beating you and then killing you. But you would owe me," he declared. Christy knew what he was going to say. The thought sickened her, causing her stomach to lurch. Yet, one man as opposed to four would be more preferable. He was the biggest of them. He could make them leave her alone if his offer was serious. But what if he wasn't? What if he only sought her cooperation? Did it matter? He was so powerful he didn't need her cooperation; she was too helpless to stop him or the others. "What do you want?" she asked slowly, hesitantly, her eyes wide and fearful. "Maybe if you're nice to me, treat me right, maybe we could come to an understanding," he suggested. His mouth lowered to capture her lips in a possessive kiss. His hands tightened, becoming more demanding. Christy struggled briefly beneath him. He squeezed painfully upon one exposed nipple. Christy sobbed and held completely still. 147

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She couldn't fight him. He was too big, too strong. She went limp in his arms, becoming submissive. The painful grip mercifully eased and Rick chuckled softly at her acceptance. She leaned heavily against him, whimpering a merciful plea. "Do you beg me?" Rick asked jubilantly. "I beg you, please I beg you," Christy muttered softly into his shoulder. "Now that's better," he said throatily as he picked her up and headed for the bed. He lay her down and positioned his body over hers. She cried out in pain, shifting beneath him to avoid the pressure. He was crushing her ribs. "Now just relax. You don't want to be all tied and helpless when the others come in. If I have to leave you all alone for a minute, they might pounce at the opportunity with you lying here so helpless and vulnerable." Rick's hands roamed greedily up and down her body as though trying to feel everywhere at once. His lips fastened on one dusty, rose-colored nipple. His tugging was painful and Christy thrashed beneath him. She cried out to him that he was hurting her, begging again for his mercy, but her words and pitiful pleas were ignored. Her terror was beginning to overwhelm her again. She began to breathe raggedly, knowing instinctively whether or not she fainted he was still going to take her; he was becoming more brutal with each passing moment. She didn't know what to do. Her fear was again overwhelming. Her brain once more began to slow down its thinking. "Stop being a doormat!" Lando's words suddenly stormed into her mind once again. 148

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Without realizing what she was doing, one of Christy's knees suddenly smashed up between Rick's legs viciously. He howled in pain and Christy squirmed out from under him. Fleeing the room, Christy raced, looking for somewhere to hide. But Rick was already after her. She could hear his ragged breathing between the hideous words he was screaming at her. Christy ran through an opening into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. She climbed on the toilet seat to reach the small window above, struggling to open it, but the windowsill had been painted and was sealed shut. Rick was banging on the door with hard fists, yelling at what he would do to her when he got her. Christy looked frantically for something to smash the window with and, finding the plunger, she hit soundly at the window with the stick end. She cried out in relief as the glass shattered. Quickly she hit at the remaining glass, removing it frantically as Rick threw his shoulder harder and harder at the door. Then, throwing a thin bath towel down on the windowsill, Christy struggled to climb through. The window was narrow and her slight body squirmed painfully through while being cut with a tiny few remaining fragments of jagged glass. Suddenly she heard an ear shattering crash from behind her as Rick kicked a hard, booted foot at the door. Christy's body was pulled back agonizingly through the window with a vicious tug. She screamed, terrified, as Rick's enraged body held her arms in a powerful grip, tangling around her shirt, and he smashed her against the tiled blue bathroom wall. He 149

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grabbed her throat in his hand, lifting her over a good foot up off the floor to his eye level. His face was contorted into a hideous mask of seething rage and anger. His dangerous glare bore into hers. Christy's eyes flew wildly around the room, looking for escape. Her arms helplessly battered at his rock solid chest, only inflicting more pain upon herself. "Let me go! Leave me alone!" she cried, terrified. "Maybe you like it rough," Rick said with menace. "Honey, I can do rough. I can do it rougher than anyone you've ever known." His mouth then angrily descended on hers, pressing so hurtfully against her teeth that her lip split and she tasted blood. Remembering the taste of her own blood and the fear it stemmed from made Christy suddenly slump forward against Rick's body. Her terror consumed her. She had tried. She had failed. She would now face the consequences. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Eleven **** After finding the overgrown road, Lando followed the vehicles tracks, coming upon a small cabin. He approached cautiously. Though still wet and cold, Lando did not notice his discomfort; he ignored his physical needs. He had a job to do, a big one. Lando was told he had been the best in the business. Now he would find out. Not only did he have four hits to accomplish, he had one life to save. One very important life. Lando moved stealthily amidst the foliage, the weight of his boots making no sound as he crept closer. He had abandoned Sam's large, warm jacket. It had been light blue. His own, lighter coat was dark brown, offering a better camouflage. He remained undetected as he pressed himself to a large tree. "What the hell is taking Rick so long?" Lando heard a man complain. "He's inside screwing with a beautiful woman, moron. What the hell do you think is taking him so long? I don't think he needs advice as to what goes where," another man scoffed, giving him a scathing look. Lando controlled the sudden rage that flared within his chest. He quashed it. Anger, emotion, would only get him killed. Though his heart pounded fiercely and his hands fisted, Lando moved silently. A smallish looking, slight man was off 151

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to the side, gutting the body of a very young Kodiak cub. Lando realized this was the man who had knocked him out from behind. Payback time, he thought with gruesome happiness. Creeping closer, Lando's hands shot out, grasping roughly at the man's torso while placing a large hand over his mouth. Lando dragged him back into the bush, easily lifting him off the ground. Alone, this man was no match for Lando's more powerful body. Pushing him to the ground, he easily held the smaller man, pinning his wrists down cruelly with his knees while resting his weight on his chest. With a brutal hand on his mouth and one resting tightly on his head Lando leaned closely. "I can tie you and gag you and then give you a more torturous death than you could ever imagine even in your worst nightmares, or, I will show you some mercy if you answer my questions," Lando said with furious intensity into the man's terrified face. He felt great satisfaction as the man's eyes had begun to tear. One slipped slowly from the corner of his eye to drop quietly to the forest floor. He nodded as best as he could with his mouth and head held so firmly. "Is the woman alive? Whimper once for yes, twice for no," Lando demanded. The man whimpered once. Again, Lando's emotions swarmed, this time with relief, yet he refused to acknowledge it. "Are there four of you?" Again, the man whimpered once. Lando held his head poised; ready to snap his neck, he hesitated. His eyes had 152

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once again shuttered into the mask he wore when he became death, their foreboding intensity settled onto his helpless victim. He could tell the man understood his intent; he began to whimper uncontrollably up at him, his body began to shake. "You said you used to kill." Christy's pained voice sounded in his ears, giving him pause. "Did you hurt her or rape her?" Lando menacingly asked of him. The man's eyes shot up, sensing a hint of leniency. He whimpered once and tried to shake his head, imploring Lando to believe him, sobbing uncontrollably. Lando did believe him. He had found that when gripped in the throes of their own terror, a great many were unable to or incapable of a lie. He would, he decided graciously, grant him mercy, though he wanted to return the favor. Reaching behind his back, Lando removed his gun and smashed it into the man's head, rendering him senseless. Ripping strips from the man's own shirt, Lando tied him tightly and gagged him effectively. The sudden shattering of glass and a terrified scream from a window captured his attention. He heard Rick's furious voice, as well as Christy's terrified cries as Rick snarled threats at her. "What the hell?" one of the men declared, as Christy's body was suddenly jerked back through the broken open window. Lando resisted the urge to call to her. He still had two more outside to tend to, though he sensed the urgency of his need to move more quickly. The man who had Christy was 153

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obviously enraged. Lando was dumbfounded at what the helpless, tiny little thing could have done to him. She was completely defenseless and vulnerable against the power of a man. "Damn! I bet he won't leave any for us if he's pissed," one of the men complained. "Maybe we better go take a look. He sounds mad enough to kill," his partner said. No longer opting for caution, Lando appeared suddenly before the two other men. Surprise was now on his side. After a flying kick to his rounded gut, one of the men took flight into the side of the cabin. He crashed heavily against the wall with a hard thunk as his head collided with wood; slowly he slumped down. The other man, seeing Lando's murderous look, sought to retreat, but Lando tackled him heavily before he'd gone two feet, and once again using his gun, he smashed it down onto the man's temple. The man remained still, a trickle of blood oozing from a cut. Rising grimly, Lando grabbed the man's arm and dragged him to his friend's side. Using one of the standing cabin beams, Lando lashed their wrists securely, using one of the men's own belts. As one of the men began to stir Lando gave him a hard kick to his face. He could not risk someone sneaking up on him. Besides, Lando realized he was also still really pissed. He then turned and slowly ventured into the cabin. Urgency consumed him, though he needed to be cautious. The other man definitely had Christy. He could not place her into a 154

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position that this Rick character could use to his advantage. If he were to put a knife to Christy's throat they would both be doomed. Rick had thrown Christy's limp form triumphantly over his shoulder, knowing she had succumbed to her terror of him. Upon entering his room, he dumped her unceremoniously onto his bed. She was about to learn a very in-depth lesson on who was boss. She would learn what it was to be completely submissive. She was about to learn that lesson now. Taking one large, fisted hand, he grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it off. He then grabbed her wrists and tied them together viciously to one of the posts on the bed, stretching them up painfully. Then climbing onto her slight form, he placed a great deal of weight on her tiny waist and slapped her across the face, hard. Christy moaned and woke slowly. Rick's enraged face was before her when she ventured to open her eyes. "No, please don't hurt me," she cried up at him, seeing his raised hand poised to strike. Her eyes tearing, she screamed when he slapped her face painfully again. "You want it rough?" he raged angrily into her face. Hurtfully, he grabbed at her breasts, his large hands squeezing. Christy cried out in agony. She pulled at her tied wrists desperately, trying to avoid the pain. "No, no, please," she sobbed brokenly. Rick grabbed at her pants. Not bothering with the zipper, he pulled them off her. Christy tried to shift beneath him, to clamp her legs together. But he was too strong. She 155

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remained bound helplessly. She heard her panties tear next and she lay before him, exposed and vulnerable. Christy sobbed uncontrollably, begging him not to hurt her, pleading desperately with him not to break her bones. Rick was enjoying her whimpered pleas for mercy. He showed her none. "Let's see how rough we can make it." "Please no. Don't hurt me anymore," she whimpered. Rick's entire body covered hers, pressing her down into the mattress. One brutal hand gripped her bound wrists painfully in a crushing grip. His tongue delved deeply into her mouth, to the point of choking her. Pressing one knee painfully high up between her legs, Rick soon had Christy's thighs apart. A large finger then thrust eagerly into her, repeatedly, while he voiced malicious, harsh words telling her of what was to come, what he was going to do to her, what he would let the others do to her until he felt satisfied she submitted willingly. Christy screamed repeatedly as she felt him position himself, seeking entry within her. The sudden force of the blow almost sent Christy off the bed, the rope ripping at her already sore wrists. Lando smashed into Rick's large body She heard a frightening, enraged bellow and watched as the force of the collision sent both men flying off the bed, crashing through the sliding glass doors and out onto the porch. "Lando!" Christy screamed. He was not dead, he was here. He had come for her. She had held hope deeply within her heart that he would come. 156

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Both men hit the wood porch amidst the glass, then each was up and swinging with a vengeance in a matter of seconds. Lando's fist connected solidly with Rick's jaw. Rick countered with a blow to Lando's belly. Hard-fisted, powerful punches were thrown with brutal intensity as each man strove for dominance. Lando leaped into the air spinning and, turning sharply, sent a hard-booted heel into Rick's face, propelling him backwards off the porch and onto the forest floor, blood flying. Landing hard on his shoulders and back, Rick flipped over, then jumped to his feet, and running, slammed his body into Lando's midriff, sending them once more through the broken glass, back into the bedroom. Both men hit the floor hard. They rose steadily, facing each other. With an evil glance in Christy's helpless direction, Rick pulled a long knife. Resolved, Lando pulled his gun. He could not take the chance of Christy being hurt if he were to be killed. He was about to break his promise. This man would die. The gun suddenly flew from Lando's hand as the door was slammed open from behind him, connecting with his back; he careened sideways, almost ending up atop the bed with Christy. Christy screamed in terror as a large, enraged Kodiak barreled into Rick's surprised form. It seemed they hadn't left the mother for dead before killing and taking her cub. They had planned on returning for her carcass, but had run into Christy and Lando. The mighty bear had painfully followed their scent and had come seeking her young. Discovering its slaughtered body, 157

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sorry for the enraged animal. The Kodiak was on her hind legs, offering them a roar full of hate and pain, her anguished loss apparent. Christy remained sobbing in the corner of the jeep. Though the heat in the vehicle was cranked to full power, Lando struggled to remove his outer jacket. It had dried enough to the point where it would warm her. He tried placing it on her, his hand touching her arm. Christy screamed out, terrified, shrinking back from him. She held her arms once more in a pleading gesture. "It's all right, sweetheart, I won't hurt you, it's me, Lando, you're safe now," he soothed, concerned. He had seen what rape and even attempted rape could do to a woman. She was already so vulnerable. She had already experienced such pain. Lando couldn't help but feel those men had gotten what they deserved. Christy looked up at him. Her arms dropped slowly from their defensive position. Lando could see her rational thought return; she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He had saved her, and she needed him. "Please, please don't ever leave me," she said softly. Lando knew she didn't just mean now, today. His heart ached. How could he leave her? How could he not? "Did he hurt you?" he asked instead. "He didn't rape me. You stopped him. But he hurt me, Lando," she sobbed. "I hurt up inside. My throat aches and my back throbs. My wrists, my wrists..." Her cries cut her words short and she clutched her wrists to her chest with obvious agony. 159

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pleading, as always, unnerved him. "I won't leave you, sweetheart." "Promise?" she asked, holding onto him tighter. He could almost feel the hope surge throughout her, waiting for his response. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in the tone of her voice. She knew he would not lie to her, whatever his reply. "I promise," he vowed. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Twelve **** Lando followed the dirt road slowly and carefully, very aware of Christy's battered and bruised body sleeping fitfully beside him. She was in more pain now than when he had first met her, but instead of wanting to put her to a merciful end, he wanted desperately to save her. She could not die. He would not allow it! His gaze shifted to her as she whimpered pitifully again in her sleep. This time she cried out, begging desperately for the mercy of another. Lando knew the man had shown her none. Her horrific bruises told a gruesome tale of one who only possessed evil intent. As far as he was concerned, the bear had been merciful; if given the time Lando would not have been. "Lando," Christy cried. She reached for him even in slumber. Lando gripped one of her upper arms and settled her head onto his lap. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here. I have you," he said softly. He stroked a gentle hand down her hair. Her hand settled onto his thigh and she quieted. He knew his presence helped her to realize she was not alone. He was here. He would help her. To Lando's dismay, Christy didn't settle for very long, as he had surmised she would. She suddenly struggled, trying to pull herself from his grasp. His grip tightened, holding her firmly but gently in place, 162

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wondering if she was in shock, fearful she was still in the cabin, thinking perhaps Rick had her. "It's me, sweetheart, it's Lando. I'm here." "Please, don't kill me. I don't want to die, please," she cried out, terrified. "I know I'm in pain, but I'm frightened. I don't want to die. Please, I'm trapped, I can't hide from you this time. I don't want to you to end my suffering, I want to live, and I tried so hard." Feeling his heart wrench, Lando knew he deserved that. She was once again fearful of him. Deep within her frightened, vulnerable mind she would be terrified. He had told her before, the only way he knew how to stop suffering was to end it. "I won't ever hurt you. I give you my word I won't kill you. I will keep you safe," Lando pledged. He looked deeply into her frightened eyes; he released his grip on her, allowing her to make her own decision. She pulled away for only a moment once his restriction eased. He smiled encouragingly at her. To his relief, he saw her understanding; his need to protect her, and her terrified pleas had saddened him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to doubt you," Christy whimpered, her tone placating, her abused body slumped against the possessive grasp he once more placed upon her shoulder, holding her to him. "My whole body throbs so painfully. I feel so terribly helpless. Rick was so brutally cruel. He was so much stronger than me. It doesn't seem fair someone so much larger would seek to cause another so much smaller such awful terrible pain and glorify in it. How could he? Why would he? It makes no sense to me." 163

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"I'm sorry he was so cruel to you." "You are here now, that's all that matters. I need you, I need you so much," Christy said as she pulled herself more snugly against him. "I'm here, sweetheart," Lando said gently. I need you, too, a thought said in his head. Lando almost slammed on the brakes as the notion came to mind. He had never needed anyone. When he had been very young he had tried so hard to win the approval of another, to no avail. She had shoved him away and shrugged off his attempts, showing him nothing but cold disdain. He had stopped trying and never tried again with anyone else. The pain of rejection had been so brutally hurtful. He had come to terms and accepted within himself Christy's overpowering need of him, yet he remained completely stunned at the thought he could somehow need her. What could she possibly have to offer him? She was so helpless, so vulnerable. He protected her. He provided for her. He had saved her... She was his! The thought thundered into his mind like an avalanche. She gave him purpose. She gave him a tomorrow. Lando wanted to wake with her beside him. He wanted for the first time in his life to plan for the future. He almost shuddered at the thought. A future? His future? Was it possible? He had only ever lived for the day, for the moment, that was all. Your life is not just your own anymore, it belongs to another , the voice reasoned. 164

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No! Lando thought. He possessed her. She was his. How could he, someone so much more powerful, belong to her? Is possession only for the strong? the voice challenged. Perhaps it wasn't ownership, but a surrendering of the heart. Not possession but passion. Lando wanted more than just her passion. He wanted her acceptance. He wanted...he wanted her to... "Lando?" Christy said softly. "I'm here, sweetheart," he soothed, jarred from his thoughts. "Please, I need to rest," Christy begged. "Very soon, sweetheart, I promise," he answered. It was with relief Lando spied a small cabin in the distance. He drove towards it hopefully. The cabin seemed deserted as Lando pulled up in front of it. He realized most of the places out here were for summer use, or perhaps hunting. Their occupants would have vacated to their homes as winter approached. He stopped, gazing up at the small wooden cabin. Carefully, he disengaged Christy from him and stepped out of the jeep. Lando walked up to the door and knocked sharply. No answer. He had expected as much. He tried the door. It was locked, again no surprise. Lando reached up and ran his hand over the top of the door; he felt great satisfaction when his hand settled upon a key. He inserted it into the lock and entered cautiously. No one was about. It was empty. The slumbering smell of hibernation was already apparent throughout. 165

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lower. When she had placed his hand between her thighs, she grasped his arm while placing her head tighter onto his shoulder, seeking his reassurance. Tenderly, Lando moved the cloth between her agonized legs. With his other arm, he pulled her securely to him while he inserted the cloth cautiously up inside her. He understood she wanted the feel of the man gone. She sought to wash away his hurtful touch, his merciless attempt. She was whimpering softly when he finished. "He can never hurt you again," Lando promised her. He felt the warm wetness upon his neck as Christy buried her face against him. He knew it stemmed from her tears and not the bath water. "No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it. You are mine," Lando declared vehemently. "Don't leave me," she begged. "Never," he vowed possessively. Lando watched Christy as she slept. Darkness had fallen; the light from the flames seen through the glass on the wood stove produced a calming atmosphere. Lando had found a few cans of soup in the cupboard and had tried to coax Christy to eat. She claimed exhaustion after only a few tiny mouthfuls and once again begged to be allowed to sleep. Lando was deep in thought. Christy needed a hospital. He felt certain real civilization was within their grasp. He had found extra gas stashed away, no doubt for the generator. He knew Christy needed more help than he could offer, yet he was faced with a dilemma. 167

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He had promised her he would keep her safe, though how could he when he still needed to testify? He didn't want to be running from both the mafia and the police. He wanted a new identity, a new life. Alone, he was capable of falling off the face of the earth, but not when there were now two of them. That would be no life for Christy. He knew all he had to do was but ask her, though he wouldn't. If he took her to a hospital, she would be questioned about him. The police would immediately remove him to another facility. If the papers somehow found out about his identity it would prove disastrous for them both. He knew she would say anything he wanted. She could insist she made it out alone, or that he had perished. But his people would know differently. They knew him too well. One look at Christy's innocent face and they would know who had saved her. They would go after her. Even if she were to be placed into protective custody she would not be safe without him. Even if they were placed together, he would eventually have to leave her unguarded to testify. Then they would pounce. They would keep her alive long enough to get to him. They would have, in her, a weapon that could make him retract any and all statements. Once they killed him there would be no hope of her survival. Or worse, they would kill her in front of him. Lando understood suddenly on a deeper level the amount of pain his ex-boss must have been feeling. Losing his wife and daughter must have killed him inside. No wonder he had appeared to be walking death. He had loved them both so 168

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deeply. Just the thought of losing Christy made his heart ache. Well what a surprise, you do have a heart in there after all, a voice sounded wryly. Yes, indeed he did. Perhaps he'd had one all along. Even if he were to lose Christy he still would not slaughter a defenseless woman and her helpless baby for revenge. Lando wondered if the boy were even alive. "Lando?" Lando moved swiftly to her side and brushed back her hair. "I'm here, sweetheart. You're fine." "Please lie down with me." Very carefully Lando eased himself beside her. Thankfully it was a large, overstuffed couch. He would have been hardpressed to nestle his large frame down with her otherwise. Careful of her battered and bruised form, Lando held her to him. Her soft weeping subsided, and once more she slept. Lando remained awake, still pondering their dilemma. They couldn't stay here forever; someone would find them eventually. They couldn't seek help or someone else would find them. Lando felt like bellowing in frustration. How could one tiny woman complicate his life so thoroughly? What was he going to do? How could he possibly keep her safe? How on earth could he stop another assassin when he could not be close by? Hire your own, the voice said thoughtfully. Lando almost jerked himself upright. Of course! He had known of men sent to protect the family of others when they were unable to. It happened all the time in his circle out of 169

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necessity. Who better to know and understand an assassin than another assassin! Lando settled himself down. Absently he stroked Christy's forehead when she stirred slightly. Lando knew of a man; he would be perfect. He hired himself out, preferring no ties. A real loner. His price was even steeper than Lando's had been. But Lando didn't care about the cost. The man had a good reputation; he would honor his vow. After all, you wouldn't last long in his field if you suddenly opted for more money and went back on your word. Decidedly a very dangerous game to play with people who played for keeps. It would be tricky contacting him. He would also need to be certain he had not been one of the men ordered to cause his own demise. He didn't want to walk into a set trap. Christy once again stirred. Lando sighed softly. It was going to be a long night. Although feeling restless himself, he closed his eyes after soothing Christy's fears. If he were going to keep them alive he had best get some rest; morning would come all too soon. Lando realized he could not risk moving Christy. The problem of how to get the help he needed weighed heavily upon him. Once again sighing softly, he drifted slowly into slumber. It had been a long, grueling day and he never remembered ever feeling this tired. Well there was that one time...the voice quietly remembered. Lando was asleep. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Thirteen **** "Lando, I feel ridiculous," Christy complained. They were in the jeep, driving slowly. Lando was still mindful of Christy's sore body. He looked over at her and smiled. He resisted the urge to laugh. Most certainly she looked ridiculous, yet he was positive no one would ever recognize her. The cabin possessed only men's clothing and they must have been very robust men. The shirt she wore looked like a tent on her slight frame. Lando had used rope to keep her pants up. Every time she stood they had dropped to her ankles. Though Lando didn't mind that, he felt she was still too battered for any type of play. On her feet, she wore three pairs of thick, mismatched socks. It still did not keep her from clomping in the man's size eleven boots she sported on her tiny feet. On her head, she wore a dark blue cap to cover her hair. If they were to run into anyone, Lando didn't want word of what she looked like finding its way into dangerous ears. He wanted her completely unrecognizable and he felt he had succeed quite nicely. "Don't you think the soot was overkill?" she also whined, glancing at herself in the rearview mirror. At that Lando did laugh. He had smeared the soot over Christy's chin and upper lip, hoping to give the appearance of 171

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a five o'clock shadow. Instead, she looked like a very messy youth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he soothed, noting her now dark, glaring look. "Once we get back you can have a hot bath." "Why couldn't I just have stayed at the cabin?" she asked. "I appreciate your deep protectiveness and that you want me close every single second, but if you keep this up we may develop issues." "I have already explained to you you're not well enough to be left alone," Lando said tightly. "Why don't you just admit you are afraid one of your people will find me and use me against you?" They had been at the cabin for well over a week and a half. Lando had taken care of her. He had changed the gauze on her wrists and placed bandages on her cuts. He had nursed her hurts while soothing her emotions. No doctor or therapist could have done better. Thankfully the cabin still had enough canned food to last for quite a few days if used sparingly. Christy's appetite had only just started to improve, much to Lando's relief. Fearfully he had wondered if she may need the aid of an intravenous if she did not increase her fluid intake. She had asked him just that morning for hot chocolate, but they had none. Lando had eagerly asked her if she felt she could sit in the jeep for awhile without being too tired. He wanted to scout the area for other cabins or stores. When Christy had inquired about the use of cash, Lando evasively told her he would think of something. He felt even if he added armed robbery to his list of wrongdoings he would 172

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still be forgiven, the police were that anxious for his testimony. Lando had been greatly relieved to have come across a shotgun and shells in the closet of the cabin. The weapon was resting on the backseat. "I won't be used, Christy. I won't let anyone hurt you either." They drove in silence for a short time. Lando suddenly turned down a smaller dirt road. He noted the wheel impressions from a previous vehicle and they looked fresh. It was not long before another cabin came into view. He approached with caution. There were no other vehicles around; it seemed to be deserted. "Stay put," he said sternly. Once again he leveled the ferocious look upon her when he expected her to obey. He reached for the shotgun. Once out of Christy's sight he felt apprehensive, and cast a glance quickly back at her before he disappeared into the cabin. Perhaps she was right about his incessant need to want her close. He glanced around quickly and it was with great relief he returned to her. "You're gonna love this," he declared. Lando could see Christy's surprise as she walked into the cabin. It was still warm. The people must have just left. The windows were shuttered and he could smell the fluid they poured down into the drains to keep the lines from freezing. They obviously would not be back until spring. This cabin was larger than the one they were staying in. There were two bedrooms instead of one. They had a large 173

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Jacuzzi Christy gazed at longingly. Lando looked out a large bay window overlooking a small, pretty lake. Christy came to stand beside him while absently tugging repeatedly on her sagging pants, struggling to keep them around her slender hips. Lando noted her agitation and smiled down at her. "Wait right here," he declared, and raced off into a bedroom. He returned quickly. "Look, Christy," he said, and held up a pair of women's jeans, running shoes, socks, and a cotton shirt. "What a relief," Christy replied, reaching for them. The pants she wore suddenly dropped to her ankles. Christy grumbled and slowly tugged them back up. "I'll get the generator started, prime the pump, fill the hot water tank, and you can bathe once we get water warmed," Lando said. He moved off, chuckling softly. It wasn't long before Christy was soaking contentedly in the large tub. She could hear Lando banging around in the kitchen. Her tummy growled and she felt that was a good sign. Hopefully, the cupboards were not bare. She craved more than just soup. Christy looked at her wrists. They were scabbing over. The bruises from the crash were dulling in color. The pain between her thighs had disappeared. No doubt it would have worsened under Rick's administration, she thought bitterly. Christy rubbed at her cheeks, regaining control of her emotions. She refused to shed more tears. Rick was dead; he could never hurt her again. She washed herself carefully. She remembered for the first few days at the cabin it had been Lando who washed her battered body. She marveled that such rough, calloused, 174

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powerful hands could be so incredibly gentle and soothing. He had wiped away her tears as she painfully recounted every sordid detail of what had transpired between her and Rick. She hesitantly told him of how she had kicked Rick and enraged him. With dismay she told him it had been her fault he had become so terribly angry. Lando had crouched before her and, holding her chin up, he looked her in the eye. He told her none of what had happened had been her fault, nothing. If she hadn't fought back when she did, giving him the extra time he needed, she would have been brutally assaulted. She knew he was right. Feeling relieved, she had just needed to hear him say it. Lando had promised to stay with her. She knew he was concerned for her, about what kind of life they would have. She, too, wondered about the life they would have. All she knew was she wanted to be with him. She knew what he was; she knew what he had been...she knew what he was still capable of. Christy understood if the bear had not killed Rick, Lando would have. She also realized he would have done anything to save her. She could live with that. Christy also acknowledged she held no fear of him. Frightening or not, she knew she was in love with him. She needed him; she wanted him to stay close. Christy's thoughts were interrupted when Lando appeared at the bathroom door. He moved towards her slowly. Christy tried to hide an amused smile. Lando always seemed to move towards her lately as though he were afraid she might cower or run away. Sitting naked in a tub, she highly doubted she 175

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would flee anywhere. Lando picked up the washcloth and carefully soaped her bruised back. "I'm guessing if I turned on the jets you would be history," Lando remarked casually. Christy grimaced. At one point she would have enjoyed the relaxing vigorous massage. No doubt her bruises would be unappreciative of the assault. "I think you're right," she mumbled in agreement. "It will take time sweetheart." "How much time do you think we have?" "We can't stay here forever, although the thought is definitely tempting. Eventually, we would run out of supplies. We are going to have to show ourselves sooner or later. We have a little while, sweetheart. If I have to be away from you any length of time I would like to know you could at least run for cover or hide until I could get to you." Lando lifted Christy gently from the water and wrapped her snugly in a large bath towel. His brow furrowed and she knew he was again assessing her weight. The vigorous exercise with the lack of food, and then her loss of appetite had caused a dramatic weight loss. "Thankfully these people believe in stocking their shelves," she heard him mutter, confirming her suspicions. "Let's get you dried and dressed," Lando said while carrying her to the living room, where a huge fire blazed in the fireplace. He sat her on a black bear rug before the flames and retrieved the women's clothing he had found while rifling through closets and various drawers. 176

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While Christy slowly brushed her long hair, Lando carried over a large tray with different bits of food. Christy stared delightedly as Lando sat the tray between them. There were pieces of cooked canned ham, warmed baby carrots, steaming sweet potatoes, also from a can. Lando had mashed them and mixed in a small bit of canned milk and brown sugar. The sugar had been in a small plastic container in a pantry. He had also found an unopened bag of saltines, also in a container, apparently to keep freshness in and mice out. Last but not least, Christy gazed longingly at a small crystal dish filled with caviar. "Please eat, sweetheart," he encouraged. He rose to his feet to head once more to the kitchen. "I appreciate the open concept of the cabin," he said as he walked away. "From anywhere I can almost see into any room. Apparently I'm not the only man who likes keeping his woman in sight." Christy dipped a quarter of a cracker into the caviar. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste. "Do you know what would be wonderful?" she wished aloud, her eyes closed, feeling content. "Wine?" Lando asked. When Christy opened her eyes, Lando was crouched before her, holding two crystal goblets of white wine. He was looking very pleased with himself. Christy reached for the glass and, bringing it slowly to her lips, she took a taste. "This is wonderful," she said on a soft sigh. The wine was fairly sweet, just the way she preferred.

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"Actually, they have a very nice selection of alcohol. They must spend a great deal of time up here. Or maybe it's where he meets his mistress for their trysts," Lando said cheekily. "If it is, we had best hope she satisfies him elsewhere for the winter," Christy declared. Lando laughed, and she found the sound to be very pleasant to her ears. Using a spoon, he scooped a large amount of sweet potatoes into his mouth, chewing contentedly. He then reached for a baby carrot with his fingers. "No plates?" she inquired. "I lied when I said I do dishes. Good plates are the kind you throw away," he said sheepishly. "Oh, Lando, I have been such a burden," Christy suddenly wailed with embarrassment. Lando looked at her with concern when she stopped eating. "When you feel better you can wait on me hand and foot. I'll run you ragged and bed you ragged. So you had best eat and get better soon. I am very demanding." Christy knew all too well how demanding he was in bed, or at least on a cave and forest floor. She allowed him to put a small piece of ham into her mouth. She kissed at his fingers. The cut on her lip had healed to the point where it was almost unnoticeable. When she stopped chewing and swallowed, Lando handed her a cracker with caviar. Christy dutifully ate his offerings slowly. He was watching her intently, as he always did; only this time it was to make certain she chewed well. She knew her first attempts at something solid had him panic-stricken 178

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when she had choked because of her sore throat. Thankfully, the coughing had dislodged the small bit. Christy had been horrified at the thought of him performing the Heimlich maneuver on her agonized ribs. Though the bruising had lessened on her throat, it was still prominent, Rick's fingerprints pronounced. When Christy claimed she'd had enough, Lando retrieved more wine. They sat companionably by the fire. He held her against him, supporting her weight up against his chest. Christy sighed softly. "What is it, sweetheart?" Lando asked, concerned. "I wish you could make love to me, but I'm afraid you might cause more damage than the Jacuzzi jets," Christy replied. "Are you sore?" "Not anymore. At least not there." "I could be very tender," Lando mused. "I would love to hold you and make love to you again." "You could be very gentle?" Christy asked hopefully. Her breath quickened. She wanted all trace feelings of Rick's hands upon her body gone. She knew it would not happen until Lando once more possessed her, yet she was concerned with his need to consume her when he took her. Lando took Christy's glass and his own and placed them off to the side. "I will be very careful and tender, I promise," Lando said, and he very lightly caressed her eager mouth with his own eager lips. [Back to Table of Contents] 179

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Chapter Fourteen **** Carefully, Lando pressed Christy's shaking body back onto the fur rug. He slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing her breasts. Tenderly, he gently traced his long fingers around one of the bruises near her nipple, gliding back and forth over her. Christy whimpered, remembering the pain that had caused the bruising. "I won't hurt you," Lando soothed. He bent his head to kiss lightly at the bruising; his lips felt like the feathered touch of a butterfly's wing. Lando removed Christy's shirt, easing it over her shoulders, and trailed kisses down her forehead and cheeks. He whispered loving words into her ears, quashing the sounds of Rick's evil, hateful, enraged voice. Christy rubbed at his shoulders and pulled at his shirt, wanting it removed. Mistily, she gazed up at him. "I want to see you; I love to look at your beautiful, masculine chest. I love the feel of your power under my hands." She reached for him, but he stilled her hands. "I don't want anything to tire you more quickly." Lando sat up and, undoing his own buttons, he removed his clothing. Christy could not keep her fingers from sliding up over the generous amount of course hair covering his chest. She tugged at him lightly in a teasing fashion, wanting him closer. 180

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She trailed the very tips of her slender fingers across each of his nipples, loving how they hardened to pebbles. "I need you," she whispered. It did not take him long to remove the rest of his clothing. Returning to her, Lando explored her body with excruciating slowness. Again he checked her over critically, as he had done every night, making sure her wounds were healing and none had become infected. She saw him wince at the large, fist-sized marks high up between her legs, where Rick's knee had pushed between her thighs so viciously to expose her to him. His look was such an intense emotion of gentle love she could not stop the tears dripping from her eyes to trail down her cheeks. "Honey, maybe we should wait," Lando said with concern. One of his large fingers reached to stop the trail of one tear and bring it to his lips. "Make him go away, please," Christy begged pleadingly, and she reached for him. He stroked every inch of her body, not leaving one area untouched. He kissed at her with lingering passion in his sweet attempt to erase all thoughts of Rick's hurtful actions from her mind. They both knew it would take time for her to heal. But she felt certain that with his help, she would. When Lando finally positioned himself, he entered her; he did it very slowly, tremendously slow, while in deep concentration. Christy had braced herself, waiting for him to plunge, filling her as he always did, yet she cried harder when he tenderly moved into her inch by slow inch, gliding himself deeper with each caring stroke. 181

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He rocked softly against her, making certain she was able and willing to accept him. "Am I hurting you?" he asked again, his face an open book of concern. As her flowing tears dropped steadily, his fingers tenderly brushed a lock of her fine hair from her forehead. "No, Lando, you are loving me," Christy sobbed gratefully, and clasped his hard, rugged, powerful body firmly to her own. He could be brutal if he chose, Christy thought, but instead she had never felt such overwhelming sweetness. It was as though he were taking her for her very first time. He felt so wonderful as he moved carefully within her. He kept his weight from her slight, bruised body. His beautiful lovemaking helped her lose her abandon. She needed no more reminders she was his, that she was safe. Christy moaned softly with her desire. He strove harder to help her find a release they both knew she needed. He moved within her carefully, looking for her special place. Christy could see his great joy with himself as he became aware he could find enjoyment in being compassionate, knowing he could be aware of the needs of another while taking his own pleasure. He did this for her; the alighted wonder on his face was a gift just for her. The sheer depth of her feelings of great tenderness towards him was almost her undoing. He found release before she did. But his slow sensuous movements did not stop until she went rigid, her body closing all around him. This was the safest place in the world for her to be.

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"Oh, Lando," Christy cried out suddenly beneath him. She shuddered and lay still. Lando shifted his body off her immediately and held her gently in his arms. "Christy?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Did I hurt you? I tried so hard to be as careful as possible." He cupped her face with a large hand, and she gazed with adoration into his eyes. "Oh, you are so wonderful. I love you, Lando, I love you," Christy whispered. She clutched his arm possessively around herself and was asleep soon after, feeling safe and secure. Carefully, Lando picked her up off the rug, moving to the master bedroom, and tucked her into a large, king-sized bed. He smoothed the hair from her warm, sweat-beaded forehead. She said she loved him. Him! And he knew she meant it. No one had ever in his entire life uttered those three words to him until now. How could she love him? He was mean, demanding, and rough. Tonight he had not been. Tonight he had been overcome with a feeling of such intense protectiveness it had consumed him. About time you were the one being consumed, a thought flashed through his mind. Lando climbed into bed beside Christy. She reached for him and he cuddled her gently to his chest, feeling a sense of awe. Could he return the love? Absently, Christy was rubbing at his back. He knew she was asleep. Even in slumber she wanted him, she needed him close. Lando knew love was not just need.

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The feeling was so terribly foreign. Confused, Lando gave his head a shake, and then closed his eyes. They still had time. He could explore the feeling. Christy smiled brightly when Lando brought her a mug of hot chocolate in the morning. "You're looking much better," Lando said, relieved. "I feel better. I feel wonderful," Christy declared. He smiled cheekily at her animated expression. She knew he was feeling a bit smug. After all, it had been he who helped put the look there. "Lando," Christy began, now feeling a bit apprehensive. "I know you want to wait, but I want to get on with our lives. I want to start a new life with you and put this behind us. When we get back, I'll clean out my bank accounts and tie up any loose ends. I'll be waiting for you while you do what you need to. I'll do or say whatever you want me to. My apartment won't be hard for you to find, or I can stay somewhere else." She watched as he appeared apprehensive, his brows knit into a fine line. It was more than apparent he chose his words with some hesitancy. "I want to see if maybe a friend will stay with you," he said evasively. Christy became alarmed. She knew what his friends did. Lando had also been outspoken at some of their cruelty that did not just center on men. He had taken great pains to point out how vulnerable she would be against them if they ever found her and questioned her about him. Both she and Lando knew if they were to be brutal, or even just malicious or cruel, Christy would cower in fear. She had been too 184

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traumatized too often. These people were skilled in the art of another's vulnerabilities. She was no match for them; hardly anyone was a match for them. "Lando," she said uncertainly, and began shaking her head. "It will be fine, sweetheart. He can take care of you," Lando soothed. "But I will be so afraid." Lando took her mug from her and climbed on the bed beside her. He took her into his arms. Placing his chin on her head, he began in a reasonable tone, "Sweetheart, who better to keep you safe than another of us? Who else to better understand what action to take?" Though Christy could see his reasoning, she couldn't help but feel it would be like the fox in the hen house deal. "But what if he hurts me?" she said shakily. She couldn't live through another attack like Rick's. Tilting her head gently, Lando cupped her chin and gazed into her frightened eyes. "I would never hand you over to anyone I thought would harm you," he promised. "Couldn't I just stay here alone?" she asked in desperation. She could feel her heart rate quicken. "I can't leave you alone, not only at the mercy of others, but of the elements. The snow will be falling in greater amounts. You could get trapped here. I can't leave you to starve or freeze to death. The gas for the generator will run out soon. Then what would you do?"

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"I was so afraid of you when we met, but I love you. If you say to trust you, I will," Christy said, bowing her head in acceptance. He was, of course, right. "Trust me," she heard Lando reply. He cupped her face tenderly and gazed now into her frightened eyes earnestly. Christy nodded. Christy's body rocked faintly as the jeep bumped down the dirt road. They were going to find a town. Lando needed to find a phone. They drove in silence, Christy still struggling with the concept of what he was expecting her to do. Lando said he would buy supplies and they would return to the cabin. When she asked him where he would get the money, he was once again evasive. He told her he would worry about it when the time came. When the small town appeared in view, Christy couldn't ascertain from his look if Lando was feeling relieved or not. She became curious when he stopped at a pay-phone. He seemed to be making numerous calls. Christy was positive they must have been collect calls—he had no money. When Lando returned to the jeep, she thought he looked relieved. They were off again, only this time to a bank. Again, Christy remained in the car as Lando entered the building. She felt a great relief he did not take the shotgun with him. From where she was positioned in the car, Christy knew Lando was watching her from behind the tinted windows while absently conversing with the teller. Again, Lando looked relieved as he exited the bank. He drove straight for the grocery store. When he stopped, he looked at Christy, assessing her. She was not wearing a 186

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disguise. He appeared to be in deep conflicting thought. Christy gazed back a bit apprehensively. She didn't want to be left all alone in the vehicle near the back of the store; it was stolen, after all. Lando would not be able to keep an eye on her through the windows of the grocery store—too many blind spots. She also wondered if the bodies of Rick and his men had been discovered. She continued to look up at him, unable to keep the frightened, woeful look from her worried eyes. "Come on," he said to her finally; it was apparent he had reached a decision. Christy smiled gratefully at him and, with his hand on her arm, she followed him inside. Lando grabbed a cart and began throwing mountains of food into it. Christy became concerned, wondering again how they would pay for it. She couldn't see the bank giving him money out of charity. She knew he hadn't robbed it. There was also a great deal more than she and Lando needed. "Lando, how will we pay for all of this?" Christy asked quietly. "Don't worry, everything will be fine, but I don't want you to say a word. When we get to the front I don't want you talking to anyone. Understand?" Christy did understand, she could see how apprehensive he seemed. She vowed to remain as unobtrusive as possible. **** "You folks from out of town?" the young girl behind the cash register asked. 187

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"Yes." The purchases were placed quickly on the belt. The girl rang them in slowly, not really concerned at the look of consternation the man showed. She was used to the out-oftowners always being in a big hurry, while she had all the time in the world. She studied the eggs for a moment, opening their carton and inspecting each one individually to make certain none were broken, then lazily running them through, settling them into their own bag. "Where are you from?" she asked. She was bored, and the couple in front of her were the first people to have been in all day. They were certainly an interesting pair. When the girl could finally take her interested eyes off the massively built, impressive form of the man before her, she looked at the woman. She noted with a bit of dismay the bruising on the woman's throat and face, the frightened look that gazed back at her for only a brief moment before trying to hide behind the huge man. "Look, we're in a hurry," the man snapped. The girl looked harder at the brutish, now glaring man; he was obviously trying to intimidate her. He's a mean one, she thought. She rang the order in faster. She felt it might be a good idea to mention them to her father. Her father was the town sheriff here. She hoped the young woman wasn't being beaten by the man. He was huge, extraordinarily muscled. It wouldn't take much to harm the poor little thing. She already appeared terrified. When she finished bagging their groceries with the man's help, the petite woman beside him gave a sharp gasp of surprise when he removed a wad of cash from his front 188

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pocket. There had to at least been a few thousand dollars there. The girl behind the register raised surprised eyes as well; not many flashed that kind of wealth in this lazy town. The large man threw a bunch of bills at her, mumbled to keep the change, gripped the bruised woman to him and, grabbing up his purchases, he practically dragged the tiny woman away. The young cashier waited by the window as they left, taking down their license plate number. She then went to find her cell phone. Lando was in a beyond foul mood on the way back to the cottage. He was furious with himself; he never should have pulled out a huge wad of cash in front of the cashier at the store. He never should have allowed Christy to come into the store with him in the first place; he should have known her bruising would raise suspicion. Yet, he was loath to leave her unprotected in the jeep, or alone at the cabin. He should have put a few hundred dollars into a different pocket instead of pulling out the entire wad of money. "Damn!" Lando viciously struck the dashboard. He screwed up. He hadn't realized retiring from his profession would make him stupid. He couldn't afford to stop thinking of survival now when everything depended on him being his sharpest. He needed to remember who he was dealing with. In order to do that, he would have to remember what he was. That could prove tricky, as he did not want Christy to become frightened of him. "Lando?" Christy asked, wide-eyed. "Are you angry? Did I do something wrong?" 189

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Though he knew she was not afraid of him, his raised voice had caused her to automatically cower against the door away from him. Lando glanced at her, taking in her pale face, the way her body shook. Her eyes flickered quickly to his, then were immediately cast down once more. He shook his head slightly with agitation. How was he going to be two people at the same time? Fearsome and hard, yet tender and gentle? This would indeed prove to be tricky. Not two people, two types of emotions, the voice reasoned. He thought about that. He wasn't very good with emotions. It seemed remarkable to him he had been able to gently make love to Christy. He decided suddenly she would not make him soft; he would use his ability of new and greater control more effectively. She was teaching him how to cope with change. "It's fine, sweetheart. I'm not angry with you, I'm just mad at myself," Lando said soothingly. He watched her noticeably relax. "Lando, where did all that money come from?" "From one of the phone calls I made." "Who did you call?" "A detective who is very grateful I'm still alive. He wired the money right after I called him." "So he is coming for you?" Christy asked fearfully. "Not exactly," Lando replied hesitantly. His hand reached to clasp hers. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb over the backs of her fingers. "I didn't tell him where we are staying. He knows 190

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the vicinity. I told him I needed to take care of something, and we arranged a meeting place." "When are you leaving? Will it be soon?" "In a little while. I need to make certain you are safe first," Lando replied. "Your friend is coming isn't he?" He heard the unmistakable trepidation in her words. "Yes, he is coming, sweetheart. He won't hurt you, I promise," Lando said softly. "What's his name?" Christy inquired softly, head bowed. "Wolf." [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Fifteen **** Christy sat curled into a tight ball at the far corner of the couch in the living room. She was watching a large man, who was conversing with Lando. Periodically, his gaze centered on her. Each time, Christy cowered fearfully. He would hold her gaze, delving into her terrified eyes, and then release them. The man was not as large as Lando, but big nonetheless. He had short, black hair and deep brown eyes. His impressive chest was not nearly as broad as Lando's, yet he moved with a calculating walk that oozed predator. The way he held his head still as though listening intensely, the way his eyes took in his surroundings...he even appeared to smell the air. Christy shuddered. No wonder they called him Wolf. Christy could see Lando unobtrusively watching her as she watched Wolf. He knew she was terrified of him. When she had awoken in the morning, it was to find him talking to Lando at the kitchen table. Lando had introduced her, pulling her hesitant form forward, wanting Wolf to see the extent of her injuries. Christy had begun shaking the moment Wolf looked at her. She had only been wearing a small, revealing t-shirt and tiny panties, and Wolf had studied her bruising critically, much to her embarrassment. Lando had whispered soothing words into her ear as he turned her and exposed the bruising high 192

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up on her back as well. Lando had said he wanted Wolf to be aware of just how much care and attention she would require. After she had changed, with great relief, Lando had handed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate. After one sip she realized he had dropped a healthy dollop of Kahlua into her mug. She thought perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea. She had gone through three hot chocolates until Lando had worriedly cut her off. When Lando finally rose, venturing closer to her side, Christy went to him immediately. She buried her face into his chest, pulling him close, resisting the urge to cry. "You need to eat something, honey," Lando said with concern while looking into her pale face. "Please don't leave me. Please, can't I come with you? I won't be any trouble, I promise," Christy whimpered up at him, clasping at his clothing. "We've been through this, sweetheart; it's not safe for you to come with me. I'll be back before you know it. Wolf will keep you safe. He won't hurt you, I promise," Lando soothed. Christy ventured a glance at Wolf, peeking from around Lando's secure frame. He was sitting lazily in his chair, his head cocked off to the side, watching her with an assessing gaze. Christy couldn't help but be reminded of the way Lando was always watching her. He said it was a habit from his line of work. Perhaps it was part of their job description. Maybe a prerequisite, Christy mused; powerful killers required, must be able to unnerve people with one glance, Christy thought, suddenly then blushed. She almost thought she detected a 193

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hint of amusement from Wolf. Lando said he couldn't hear her thoughts, but maybe Wolf could. Lando steered Christy back to the couch. She felt the blood drain from her face and she looked up at Lando in panic. "I think maybe one more spiked hot chocolate might not be such a bad idea after all," Lando declared as she sat on the edge of the couch shakily. He ventured to the kitchen. Christy watched as he put the kettle on. It was not long before he had bacon sizzling. With practiced ease, Lando whipped eggs together with a dollop of heavy cream, and soon had them cooked and settled on pumpernickel bread, topping it with caviar. He took a plate to Christy with hot chocolate. "I don't think I can eat anything," Christy mumbled, knowing she would not be able to eat a bite while sitting anywhere near Wolf and his unnerving, impassive looks. Lando looked at her with concern. "I don't want you starving yourself to death when I leave. I can't ask Wolf to follow you around demanding you eat. He's an assassin, not a babysitter," Lando said fretfully. He was standing before her with a worried look. She could almost see his mind turning the situation over. She then heard him mumble as he walked away; "I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask. I can point out, no Christy, no money." Christy ate slowly although she had no appetite. Lando was going to leave her with a merciless killer; how could he do that? But Lando had promised her Wolf would cause her no harm. Lando kept his promises. Perhaps Wolf felt the same way Lando did. Perhaps he never harmed women, she 194

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thought hopefully. Then Christy's shoulders slumped inwards. She remembered Lando had avoided that question when she asked him. He had hinted vaguely in Wolf's defense, not only men were skilled with weapons, not all assassins were male. Christy shuddered at that, then had an evil thought. Maybe Lando could hook Chad up with one of these women. No doubt it would be Chad left cowering in terror! Sighing, Christy put her plate down. She carefully tucked her knees up under her chin. She was just going to have to trust Lando. Slowly, she sipped from her mug. She concentrated on the glorious view from the window. She watched the sunlight dance upon the gentle, rippling water. Sighing gloomily, she realized she was trying to keep her mind from shutting down. Christy was loath to fall back into her world of loneliness. She didn't have to be Wolf's friend, but she would eventually have to converse with him. Lando and she had found things to talk about even in the beginning. Christy had a frightening thought; she had angered Lando on occasion, but he had promised not to leave her. What if she angered Wolf and he left her unprotected? What would she do? With Lando gone as well, she would be defenseless. She was so intensely involved in her frightening thoughts that she jumped, spilling her hot chocolate, when Lando sat suddenly down beside her. Lando took her mug and made sure she hadn't burnt herself. He pulled her soothingly into his arms. "Lando?" Christy whispered. "Yes, sweetheart." 195

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"Will you please tell Wolf I don't try to be annoying?" she asked fretfully. She accepted that he needed to go away and she was trying to deal with her fears. Lando was smiling at her serious expression. "I will tell him," Lando promised. "Don't be afraid, he won't leave you all alone." "Please come back to me soon. I need you. I love you," Christy begged. He held her firmly to him, running a gentle hand down her back, trying to ease her fears. "You know I don't want to leave you. But I have no choice. Hopefully, I can return soon. But, honey, because of the delay of the plane crash I was unable to appear in court. With no witness, there was no case. The charges against my ex-boss had been withdrawn and now he's free. I have to get him off the street before word of you reaches his ears. If he were to discover you even existed, I might lose you. You would be hunted mercilessly." Christy shuddered with intensity, realizing just how much danger she was in. "When do you have to go?" "Tomorrow. I will return as soon as I can. Christy, Wolf may move you around a lot. I need for you to listen to him. I need you to listen to everything he says, do you understand?" Lando said urgently. "Yes, I understand," Christy said on a soft sigh. Her eyes fled to the window, resigned. She suddenly found her chin gripped tightly within Lando's large hand. Firmly, but not ungently, he forced her to look 196

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deeply into his eyes. Christy felt a moment of apprehension when she was faced up close with Lando's fierce, direct stare. "You will do as he says," Lando demanded. Christy's chin trembled; she understood how important this was to him. Through his intimidating glare, she could see the worry etched around his tired eyes. If Christy didn't know she would have thought him afraid. Then she realized he was. He feared for her. The thought was sobering from such a powerful man. She felt ashamed of herself. "I will listen to him. I will do whatever he asks of me, I promise," Christy said solemnly. She realized she wasn't the only one who was making sacrifices for them. Lando loosened his grip on her face and again pulled her close. When he raised to his feet, he took Christy with him. Though fearful, she followed him to the table. Lando sat her down closely beside him. "Christy, ask Wolf your questions," Lando encouraged her. Christy shot a glance at Lando, then bowed her head. Lando was important to her. "Ask me, Christy," she heard Wolf say. His voice was smooth and not intimidating, and with the slightest hint of an accent. Christy looked up at him. He wore absolutely no expression on his face. His entire body sat completely motionless. He did not fidget, he did not cross or uncross his legs, not a muscle moved, not even an eye twitched. "Will you hurt me?" she asked quietly, head bowed. "No." "Will you keep me safe?" "Yes." 197

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"You won't leave me all alone?" "No." Christy looked directly into Wolf's emotionless eyes, battling her great fear of him. "Promise?" she whispered, her eyes searching his. "Promise," Wolf replied. Lando and Wolf conversed for the rest of the day and well into the night. It was very late when Lando finally climbed wearily into bed beside Christy and pulled her to himself snugly, wanting to feel her close. She had not been asleep, but waiting for him. She clung to him, sobbing. When they lay tucked together, Christy clutched his arms tightly around her. Her face buried into his chest, and he felt her quiver. Tenderly, he captured her face with his large, warm hand and pressed her to his hard chest. "Come back to me, please. I need to be with you," Christy begged. "Sweetheart, if something happens to me..." Lando held her closer, feeling her body tremble in great trepidation from his words. She needed to know. "If I don't make it back I have given instructions to Wolf. He will make sure you arrive at a safe place. He will make sure no one knows you ever knew me or that you even exist, if he has to." "I don't want to live without you, I love you so much," Christy cried. "I love you, too," Lando declared. Lando bowed his face into Christy's; he pressed his cheek onto her own, noses touching. He knew he loved her. He knew the foreign feeling in his gut was love. He had never 198

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known love before, that was why he was having trouble understanding the emotion. Lando had never in his entire life had another being love him, not a human, not a dog, nor a cat, not even a goldfish or gerbil to care for. He had also never in his life thought there would be anyone he would die for, until now. Lando knew in his heart he would come back to her or die trying. He also knew with deep resolve he would take anyone out who got in his way, promises be damned. Gently he cupped her chin, lifting her saddened, but soft, yearning, hopeful eyes, to search them thoroughly. He loved her. Christy's eyes closed as his mouth descended upon her own, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, roaming lower, until his tongue licked at her hardened nipples, drawing one deeply within his mouth, taking as much of her in as he could. Carefully, Lando turned her in his arms, placing her atop himself. Christy's head fell back as she helped guide him into her heat. He hardened further, feeling engorged. She felt so fiery hot, so velvety soft and slick with moisture. He burned for her to take him inside. Lando groaned deep within his throat. She was so wet, so incredibly tight, but she accepted his entire length. He encircled her tiny waist with his powerful arm, drawing her down, down, as he moved within deeper. He raised up, then lowered, raised, then lowered, her body eagerly following, allowing him the control he demanded. He was on a wild ride, the most amazing, exhilarating ride of his life, and he would be her safety net. His hands closed to almost span her tiny waist as his thrusting continued. 199

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"Tell me, Christy," he demanded. She didn't hesitate. "I love you, Lando, I love you!" He locked his arm around her middle, his other grasped high on her back, and in one gentle fluid motion he turned them both effortlessly, tucking her beneath him. Her legs tightened around him, capturing him. His body encompassed her own, becoming her very own security blanket of warmth and love. He realized then she wasn't just his, he was hers. The hard thrusts ceased slowly as they both found release. Their hearts beat as one as they closed heavy eyes. Both drifted happily with joined thoughts. So, this is love... Christy sobbed softly while standing at the bay window. Lando had left early. It was a tearful goodbye while Christy clung to him, not wanting to let go. Both were feeling a deep pain, and Lando had to disengage her small arms from him. She was trying not to plead with him to stay. But her eyes had spoken volumes. For one brief moment she knew Lando had almost relented and taken her with him. But then realization triumphed, and he once more insisted to her she would be safer here. No one knew of her existence out here. Staying away from her would keep her alive. Lando wanted more than anything for her to live. Christy could sense Wolf's close proximity. She knew he was watching her intently. She understood the moment of truth was now upon them. She was completely vulnerable; he could do what he wished with her and she was too defenseless to stop an assault. She would soon find out if he had been lying to both her and Lando. With resolve, she 200

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turned and faced him. Hopefully, if he meant to cause her demise he would not end her life the way she imagined Rick had wanted to. Wolf was only a foot away from her. Christy raised frightened eyes to look into his face. Again, he wore no expression. His eyes appeared devoid of emotion. She moved closer, seeking his intent, not wanting to delay the inevitable if he sought to harm her. She would not cower or beg this time. She realized if Wolf were to kill her, Lando was walking into a deathtrap. Wolf was gazing at her, thoughtfully studying her slightly shaking body; she clasped her hands together tightly while trying to calm her thundering heartbeat. She could not stop her chin from quivering. She was waiting for him to make the first move. To Christy's great surprise Wolf grinned...wolfishly. "I keep my promises, kitten," he casually mentioned. Christy released the breath she had been holding. She thought she might fall to the ground in relief. Wolf casually walked away from her, entering the kitchen. It was not long before he was pulling things from the refrigerator and clanging pots together. Shortly, Christy detected the scent of sausages. She was soon seated at the kitchen table, where a plate of toast, a soft boiled egg, and two sausages were placed before her. Christy looked at the food thoughtfully. She was surprised when Wolf put a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. She detected the unmistakable scent of Kahlua wafting from it. 201

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When Christy still sat, not touching her food Wolf picked up her toast and took a healthy bite from it. So surprised, Christy almost grabbed it from him. "It's not poisoned, kitten," Wolf casually mentioned and placed her food back on her plate. Grimacing, Christy had never even thought of that. "It's not that," she said. "What then?" Wolf asked curiously around a large mouthful of food. "Both you and Lando seem so comfortable in the kitchen," Christy said while blushing. She picked up the toast, dipped it in her egg, and took a cautious bite. "Even assassins need to eat, kitten," Wolf replied, munching noisily on his own food. "Why do you call me kitten?" Christy asked curiously, taking another small bite. "In case we need to change your name, I won't slip and call you by your real name." That made sense, she thought. Now she understood why he referred to himself as Wolf; the name definitely suited him. Christy ate slowly, missing Lando. He had told her to eat. Lando had told her if she loved him she would try to stay healthy for him. She loved him. When she finished what she could, she did up the dishes and hesitantly approached Wolf. He seemed in deep concentration as he inspected his arsenal of weapons. Christy shuddered softly. Why on earth would anyone carry around a hand grenade? 202

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"I need to soak in the bathtub. It helps with my aching. Lando ran out of Tylenol long ago and there isn't anything here I can use. He was too concerned to make a stop at a pharmacy," Christy muttered to him. She fidgeted about, agitated. She didn't mention to him that Lando did not want to stop at the pharmacy because he was too fearful to repeat what had happened at the grocery store, not wanting it to occur again. Wolf gave her an assessing look, nodding. She was well aware he had seen the bruises. "Don't lock the door, and make sure you have a change of clothes right beside the tub. If I need to pull you out of there in a hurry I don't want to be carting you around nude. A naked woman would definitely draw attention." Christy's eyebrows rose. She had absolutely no intension of ever being nude around him. She spun on her heels and headed for the bathroom, locking the door soundly behind her. "Don't lock it!" she heard Wolf bellow loudly. Her hair rose on end. Good God, he even howled like a wolf! Remembering her promise to Lando, Christy slowly unlocked the door. As she sank gratefully into the hot water, she gave in to her hot tears and sobbed softly. She pulled her hands up over her eyes, trying to envision a safe place as Lando had taught her. "Lando?" she whimpered. She realized the safest place would be within his arms. Soon, sweetheart, I will be with you soon, she thought she heard a voice reply inside her head. Feeling comforted, 203

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Chapter Sixteen **** Christy screamed, terrified, as she was picked up out of the tub. She struggled in Wolf's strong embrace for only a short time. Her body still remained too battered to offer up any real resistance. Wolf strode purposely with her to the bedroom. Christy whimpered, fearful of his intent. Images of Rick's enraged, contorted face flashed before her eyes. Wolf was as big as he had been, perhaps even bigger. The damage he could inflict upon her would be astronomical. Certainly Lando would not be coming to save her this time. Christy smothered another cry into Wolf's shoulder. She sobbed softly, refusing to again beg another's mercy when she knew none would be forthcoming. Wolf placed her onto the bed, not ungently, and wrapped the top comforter around her sodden form. Leaving her there, he strode off. Christy pulled the blanket more snugly around her, shaking violently. Wolf returned shortly. His face was no longer impassive; he was very clearly angry. Christy shrank away from him fearfully when he approached her. She again stifled terrified cries, one fist lodged against her mouth, waiting for him to do his worst, while her other hand splayed before her in a pleading gesture. Tears dripped steadily down her pale cheeks. She became confused when all he did was dump her clothes beside her. 205

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He then towered above her, his huge fisted hands balled like sledgehammers. "I understand you are injured. But if you are tired, sleep in the bed, not in a bathtub full of water. If you drown yourself, I don't get paid," Wolf snapped menacingly. He then stormed from the room, slamming the door so hard behind him it cracked the hinges. Christy stared at the closed door open-mouthed. Slowly she dressed herself, her tears still falling steadily, but surprisingly after Wolf's tirade she felt somehow calmer. She realized he did not mean her any harm. He would not beat or assault her. Still, an angry Wolf was a very frightening Wolf. Absently she wondered what Lando was paying him. Giving her head a shake and climbing back under the covers, not wanting to face Wolf as of yet, she realized it must be a great deal of money. It was a good thing she was wealthy; they might just need it before Lando returned. "I'm sorry, Wolf," Christy said apologetically. She stood before him in the living room with her head bowed in deference, her shoulders curled in and her arms hanging limply by her sides. She had napped well into the evening. Wolf knew she would emerge sooner or later; she would have to eat eventually. Though it had given him a great deal of time to reorganize his weapons and clean his gun, he was hopeful he wouldn't have to use it. Wolf studied her thoughtfully. He knew she had been terrified when he had lifted her from the tub. He had heard her pitiful whimpers as she pressed her face into his shoulder, trying not to make a sound. He knew what she thought he 206

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had intended to do to her, yet she never once begged for his mercy. She assumed, like the other man, he had none. Wolf had wondered why Christy had not emerged from the bath. She had been in there quite some time. He had crept in cautiously, not wanting to frighten her. He had gazed upon part of her nude form, more critically assessing her bruises from a short distance, assuming she was just resting her eyes. Wolf had listened while Lando had angrily explained what the man Rick had done to her. Wolf had been furious when he ventured closer and had looked into the bathtub and found Christy almost submerged, the water dangerously high upon her chin, her entire body covered. She was not resting her eyes; her even breathing told him she was sound asleep. In her weakened state she might have slipped beneath the water and have been too exhausted to pull herself up. He had promised to keep her safe. Wolf always kept his promises. "Don't do it again," Wolf threatened. "I won't," Christy agreed immediately. Wolf smirked as her eyes skipped to his heavy arsenal. With practiced ease, he hefted the hand grenade and turned it in his hands. "Go put your running shoes on. You need to be wearing them at all times as well while we're here." He tossed the grenade into the air and captured it once more. Christy scurried away to her bedroom. Wolf watched her retreat smugly. He placed the grenade beside him. Christy peeked out her bedroom door. Once more she had been too fearful to emerge. Her tummy rumbled angrily, as it had been doing for some time now. She realized she could 207

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hide no longer. She could see from her position Wolf still remained on the couch. Thankfully, he had packed away his weapons. Once again Christy crept before him. "I'm hungry," she muttered. She cast a hopeful glance in his direction. She could see him summing her up; for a brief moment he looked amused. "Lando mentioned you couldn't cook. Too rich to learn?" he asked. Christy turned crimson. She was annoyed Lando had shared part of her childhood with this man. Wolf arose easily, his body moving in one fluid motion. He went to the kitchen and pulled the steaks he had marinating from the fridge. As he sauntered away, Christy marveled again that two such powerful men could move without making a sound. Lando had emerged before her suddenly more than once, displaying his eerie prowess. She now watched as Wolf moved about the kitchen. Christy noted the barbecue had already been started. She moved casually into the kitchen, wondering if he wanted her help. "You can set the table," Wolf told her. Christy looked at him, surprised; she hadn't even offered to help. Could he read minds? Wolf gave her a calculating glance. "Lando mentioned you were exceptionally good at placating," Wolf said, and winked. If Christy hadn't known better she would have thought he was teasing her. Did assassins tease? Christy pulled china plates from a hutch and cutlery from one of the drawers. She added to the table ceramic mugs and removed sour cream 208

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and butter from the fridge. She watched as Wolf set a steaming bowl of asparagus in front of her. The T-bone was medium rare and tender, with a small baked potato on the side. Wolf replaced the ceramic mugs with wine goblets and poured Christy half a glass of white wine, then did the same for himself. Christy ate slowly. The food was wonderful. However, after a few mouthfuls her tummy surprisingly protested. Scowling, Christy sipped at her wine. After a few sips she was again hungry. After a few more mouthfuls her tummy, for a second time, grumbled as if annoyed. Once again Christy sipped at her wine. Wolf was watching her. "You seem agitated about something. Are you still frightened of me, kitten?" Wolf asked casually. After his angry tirade this afternoon she supposed she should be. "No," Christy declared, and both of them were surprised she meant it. "You haven't eaten much," Wolf said, stating the obvious. "It tastes very good, and then it doesn't. I guess I just miss Lando," Christy said, and sighed. She put her fork down and gave a soft smile as Wolf enthusiastically polished off the rest of her meal. When he finished he went to the cupboard and returned, offering her two crackers. Christy took them and nibbled on them slowly. Once finished, she told Wolf she was tired and headed for the bedroom. She was not in the mood to engage in any conversation. She cried herself to sleep. 209

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Once again Christy woke, terrified as a large hand was placed securely over her mouth and a strong body pinned her to the bed easily, though not painfully. Christy whimpered up into Wolf's face, wondering what was happening. "No noise," Wolf cautioned with a soft breath. Christy stilled instantly, becoming docile and complacent. Her body quieted submissively under his. The moonlight bathed his intense features. Christy knew something was wrong. "We are leaving," Wolf informed her. His mouth was pressed to her ear. "When I get up, you will make no sound and come with me." Christy nodded her compliance. Wolf released her mouth and pulled her quietly from the bed. He locked a powerful arm around her midriff and practically carried her through the cabin, their shadows casting flickers across wooden paneling from the dying firelight. Christy remained completely silent. She heard the movements of ground crunching outside the cabin, though beyond the windows everything was black. They were not alone. Wolf exited the darkened back door carefully. "Freeze! This is the police!" a hard voice shouted. A brilliant floodlight flashed into Christy's face and her hands flew up protectively, covering her eyes while she cringed against Wolf. She knew there was about to be big trouble. Instead of standing still, Wolf moved more swiftly. He gripped Christy firmly to himself, leaped from the porch, and landed amidst the foliage. He was up and running swiftly in moments, taking her with him into the darkness. He was counting on the fact they thought Christy to be his hostage, and that they wouldn't risk shooting. He was right, they 210

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didn't. A command was yelled to hold their fire lest the girl be killed. Wolf had planned on leaving at first light. Lando had informed him with embarrassment he had gotten sloppy and to beware. If a description had been given, Wolf was certain he would match Lando's. Both were big, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. Wolf was relieved it was just the police he was dealing with. He stealthily wove his way quietly amidst the trees, escaping detection. He outmaneuvered their lights with ease. His grip on Christy was brutal as he clasped her closely to him, not wanting to risk losing her in the pitch blackness. Christy began whimpering softly. "Silence!" Wolf snapped into her ear angrily. "I ache, you're hurting my ribs," she whimpered back softly. Her body shook with great spasms. Wolf swore softly at her quiet sob. He placed her onto the ground behind a large tree. "Stay!" he commanded gruffly, then slipped into the forest silently, leaving her alone. Christy huddled tightly against the base of the tree, her arms wrapped protectively around her chest. She sobbed with concern; Wolf had left her all alone, was he abandoning her? She couldn't help the fact she hurt. But he had promised he would take care of her, he wouldn't leave her to the police. Lando would be in so much danger. She remained unmoving for a few moments filled with mounting apprehension, then watched, horrified, as suddenly all hell broke loose. Suddenly cars were exploding and men were running, screaming for their lives. Another explosion 211

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sounded near the cabin, felling a massive tree. Christy remained transfixed as brilliant lights repeatedly lit up the sky like fireworks. It became very apparent to her Wolf did not carry just one hand grenade. He was putting his arsenal of weapons and knowledge to good use, and Christy became all too aware Wolf was indeed an assassin. She covered her ears, horrified while names were desperately yelled as the police sought their partners through the fiasco. Sometimes only ragged screams replied, calling for help. Worse was when there was no response. It was then Christy realized how silence could be deafening. She sobbed brokenly, horror-stricken, knowing she was responsible for any deaths that might now be occurring. She could not take the pain. She clasped her hands tightly to her ears, but the explosions continued, and the screaming increased. Lando had not told her innocent people might be harmed to save her life. She began to stumble from behind the tree and found herself caught up in Wolf's powerful embrace. "I said stay!" Wolf snapped as he grabbed her up off the ground, angrily throwing her over his shoulder. "I do not like being disobeyed!" "Don't hurt them, Wolf, please," Christy begged. "It's my fault, my fault," she sobbed over and over as Wolf threw her into a nearby vehicle and sped away. The car bounced over the rough terrain, then spit gravel as it entered the other roadway. She heard the battering of voices from a radio and realized Wolf must have stolen an unmarked police car. Christy huddled in the far corner against 212

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the door, knowing she had angered him. She sensed there would be repercussions and she was once more fearful of him. They drove at a fast pace for a long while, changing direction at intervals and various time periods. After what seemed a quarter of an hour, Wolf snapped off the radio and slowed the car. When he finally stopped the vehicle, Christy tried to shy back, but he grabbed a fistful of her shirt. Viciously he yanked her to him, his face only inches from her own. The night was dark but the shining moon and starlight bathed his thunderous expression. "You disobeyed me," he ferociously yelled. "It would have been my fault if you killed them." Christy cringed from his intense rage. She cried, now fearful of his intent. She tried to pull at his wrist to dislodge his hand, but it was useless. "It would have been your fault if you had gotten killed. Death is death. They wouldn't have asked who you were before they shot you in the darkness. They wouldn't have waited to see if you were an innocent, with bombs exploding all around them and officers screaming. If you don't want my help then get the hell out of the car," Wolf snarled. He thrust Christy physically from him. She hit the car door with a bang, crying out. Christy's body shuddered. She rubbed at her now aching shoulder. She wanted to live, but not at another's expense. Bowing her head, chest heaving, and whimpering softly, she slowly opened the car door, preparing to climb out into the dark, frightening night, alone once again. She would hide 213

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somewhere. She would go find Lando, she would... Wolf grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her back into the vehicle. He leaned beyond her, slamming her door closed. Wolf ran a frustrated hand over his face. "So let me get this straight," Wolf began raggedly. "You want to die?" "No, I don't want to be the cause of someone else's suffering. I have been on the receiving end of suffering. A great deal, in fact. I won't be the cause of another's distress," Christy said with quiet conviction. Her tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Wolf had been glaring furiously at her. Now his eyebrows were raised incredulously. Her body shook with tremendous spasms, her teeth chattered in fear. She wondered what he would do. But he needed to know she meant what she said. Her eyes brimmed with the emotion she was feeling. No one would suffer because of her. She would not be the cause of cruelty. She may cower and be afraid, but she would not relent. If he was going to save her he would have to obey her terms or she would forfeit her life for the sake of another. "Damn you, Lando!" Wolf howled, slamming his hand against the dashboard viciously. Fine! He would protect her, but when this was over Lando was going to pay in interest! He was going to owe him more than just money; he was going to owe him in blood. The returned favor of saving a life would be honored by him, by God. If Wolf ever needed a protective place for someone he loved, Lando was going to honor it. 214

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Chapter Seventeen **** Christy woke when Wolf picked her up into his arms and headed for a soft light. They had driven for hours and hours, only stopping for gas. She could hear the quiet sounds of the city in the distance. A cat howled, a can of garbage crashed, a woman yelled obscenities at someone. Christy was exhausted, emotionally as well as physically. Wolf had not even allowed her to tend to personal needs alone. He had remained inside the restroom with her, only keeping his back turned, or he stopped on the side of the road when a dark place presented itself. By then Christy was too tired to do more than sob softly with embarrassment. Wolf had acquired three different cars in less than three hours. Christy offered a protest at the first one, yet Wolf swore he had injured no one. After awhile she was too tired to question him further. He seemed to be heading to a particular place. When Christy had questioned him, he remained silent, offering up no explanation. In fact, for most of their trip he had ignored her completely. "Wolf, please," Christy pleaded softly. Her weariness overwhelmed her and she was done in. She was so tired she was ready to beg him to end her misery. Her poor body throbbed everywhere. She was too tired to lift her arms to 216

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hang onto him; they hung dangling limply from her side, her head resting on his shoulder. "Hang in there. I'll put you to bed," Wolf promised. Wolf entered the small home. It was empty; he had already been through it. He had left her for a few brief moments, and Christy was beyond relieved at his return. He took Christy into a small bedroom and placed her on the bed. He carefully removed her shoes and socks and shifted her under the covers. "Lando," she whimpered pitifully. "Say Wolf!" Wolf suddenly yelled into her face, grabbing cruelly at her hair. "Wolf, Wolf!" Christy cried out, clutching at his powerful grip, terrified. He was snarling at her angrily. She could feel his hot breath, his ferocious glare only inches from her. "It is too dangerous for you to call out his name. Do you understand me?" Wolf said, giving her head another sound shake. "Yes, Wolf, please, Wolf, Wolf, Wolf, please," Christy cried out until he loosened his vicious grip, satisfied. His angry expression eased somewhat and he sauntered over to a nearby chair. He dropped heavily into it as though he, too, were weary to the bone. Christy turned from him, sobbing softly, pulling herself into a tight ball, and shoving her fist against her mouth. She soon succumbed to her exhaustion. She knew the dreams would come again and she was terrified of calling out to Lando. During the night, Christy wept in her sleep. Her saddened voice called to Wolf instead of who she really needed. To his 217

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credit, Wolf came when she called, wanting her to continue to cry out for him instead. He knew if he did not heed her cries she would once again cry out for Lando. They were on shaky ground. When he had made his last phone call he realized he had some damage control to do. Things were heating up. Lando had really stirred up trouble when he had resurfaced. Once more the police were looking for Lando's ex-boss. Lines were being drawn and he did not want to be found suddenly behind the wrong lines. Angrily, he wondered if his informant could even be trusted. "Wolf," Christy again whimpered. Running a ragged hand across his tired brow, Wolf rose to his feet and went to her again. This time he gave in to his own weariness. Instead of comforting her, then heading back to his chair, he pulled her into his arms and slept, holding her close. Thankfully, he noticed this worked better. When she shifted, all it took was a quiet, 'Shh,' and she once more calmed. Perhaps he would be able to attain some well deserved sleep tonight. He had not been assured this was a safe house, but it would do for a few hours until he could rest. He had been informed his whereabouts were being sought by another very interested party. A party he needed to avoid. They needed to be off at first light; Wolf would then acquire another car in the morning. He had been told one was already waiting, he hoped, at a secure drop-off point. Christy woke to raised voices. She resisted the urge to cry for Lando, instinctively knowing the result would be disastrous. Instead, she crept from the small room, heading 218

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in the direction of Wolf's strong voice. Emerging from the room, Christy stopped dead in her tracks. All three men turned to look at her. Standing to the side of Wolf were two men. One tall, lanky and blond; the other shorter, dark-haired man had an incredibly stocky build. You could land a plane on that man's chest, Christy thought incredulously. "Kitten," Wolf demanded sharply. Knowing that tone of voice, Christy went to him immediately. She buried her face against his chest, her fingers gripping his shirt. To her surprise, Wolf clutched her possessively to himself. "Do as I say," Wolf commanded softly and directly into her ear, when he leaned down to her, appearing to offer reassurance for the benefit of the other men. Christy shuddered, knowing they were in grave danger. She pulled herself against him closer still. Wolf tilted her head and kissed her mouth thoroughly. Christy did not respond, yet she knew better than to struggle or push at him. When Wolf broke contact, he once more secured her head against his chest. Christy could hear his heart pounding. She resisted the urge to pull away and run. "Well, lookit what Wolf's got," the blond man drawled. "You gonna share your new toy?" Faster than Christy had ever seen anyone move, the blond man was slammed into a wall. Wolf's forearm lodged under the man's chin and he was lifted up off the ground. This time Christy did cry out, though her feet remained rooted to the floor. She had never seen such an enraged expression on Wolf's face. 219

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"I don't share what's mine," Wolf snarled threateningly. He released the man, who slumped, grabbing at his throat, choking. Wolf then took Christy by the arm and once more pulled her to him possessively. "Well hell, Wolf, I was just playing," the blond man declared when he regained his voice. "I don't play nice," Wolf said, glaring at the man. His dark eyes fastened on the blond man dangerously. Christy watched the exchange. Obviously Wolf was familiar with these two men, and he seemed very worried. Although he once more wore the impassive face that so unnerved Christy, she could still feel his heart pounding. Nothing else gave any indication he was agitated. "We need to get moving," said the dark-haired man. Christy saw his eyes flash to her, assessing her, having witnessed the exchange between the other two men. He seemed to be summing up Wolf's possessiveness towards her. His cunning eyes trailed over her bruises coyly, making her squirm with trepidation. She eyed him back fearfully. "He's right, Mitch," the dark-haired man finally commented. "The great Wolf doesn't share and he doesn't play nice. The great Wolf stalks his prey quickly without any preamble," he began in a mocking tone. "Just where did you acquire this female? Never knew you to beat a woman before." "I didn't beat her. And it's none of your damned business where she came from," Wolf ground out angrily between clenched teeth. 220

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Christy shrank back against Wolf as the two men glared at one another. Only a moment passed before the dark-haired man drew a deep intake of breath, as though calming his anger. Christy knew immediately Wolf had won this round. "Put the girl somewhere," the dark-haired man commanded. "It's time to leave." Wolf looked down at Christy and she could see his hesitation. She could see the flicker of realization come to his mind. There really was no other choice, he had promised. She was his responsibility until Lando died or came to collect her. "The girl comes with me," Wolf declared as though in challenge. Once more he locked eyes on the dark-haired man. Christy felt his hand tighten with possessiveness; she, in turn, clutched him harder to herself. "The boss won't like it," the blond-haired man declared. "Your boss won't like it," Wolf said in emphasis, as if in reminder. Christy remembered Lando had expressed she was safe because Wolf was a loner; he owed allegiance to no one. He worked for himself or for whoever hired him out. Right now he was under contract with Lando. The dark-haired man looked at Wolf thoughtfully. "The girl must be important to you; you're not a stupid man. I understand no one commands you, and that you also respect our boss. I'm sure you wouldn't stir up trouble by being disobedient for nothing. Just remember there is safety in numbers. Unless one of those numbers turns on you," the dark-haired man said in obvious warning. Christy closed her eyes tightly when the powerful man turned dark eyes on her. She cowered against Wolf, wishing 221

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she were small enough to fit into his pocket. She knew instinctively this was one of the men Lando referred to as a bottomless evil. No remorse, no pity, no mercy. Perhaps not even for a three-week-old baby girl. The thought popped into Christy's head and she almost screamed at the thought. No! These couldn't be Lando's people. Wolf wouldn't, he couldn't. Still, when Christy offered a quick glance up into Wolf's face, she could suddenly see why he was so apprehensive. "Get her shoes on her," the dark-haired man commanded. Without hesitation, Christy was lifted off the ground. Wolf carried her to the bedroom. "Wolf," Christy whimpered into his ear, clutching desperately at him. "Stay quiet, kitten, I will take care of you," Wolf said soothingly. Then he looked over his shoulder, as though he had known the dark-haired man would follow. "She's been sick. She's frightened. We need to move cautiously around her," Wolf explained. Christy looked past Wolf at the well built man. She had thought they would at least have a few minutes alone. Though Wolf's tone had been caring and gentle, Christy had heard the underlying threat. She would remain silent. "What happened to her?" the man questioned. "She fell," Wolf answered almost wryly. Christy knew he wouldn't mention it had been in a plane. "Must have been some fall," the blond man declared. Wolf ignored him and when once Christy again wore shoes and socks, Wolf lifted her to him. This time she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closely. 222

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"Can't she walk properly?" the dark-haired man questioned. "I want her as close to me as possible with you two dogs sniffing around," Wolf casually mentioned and strode past them. The car ride had again been long and tedious. Wolf had demanded they stop and buy Christy something to eat. She only picked at her fast food, having no appetite for the greasy fare, that for some reason she insisted smelled rancid. Wolf had sniffed at the food, detecting no ominous odor. But he knew she wouldn't cause problems or unnecessary attention to herself. Once more when they stopped at a restroom, Wolf followed her in, much to the amusement of the other men. Surprisingly, this time she mentioned it was more of a comfort than an embarrassment to have him close while he stood guarding the door with the other men standing immediately outside. She slept occasionally, pressed tightly to Wolf's side, clutching at some part of him. Wolf knew Christy had come to the conclusion very early these men were more of a threat to her than he was. He was wondering if she comprehended he was the only one standing between her and death. At first Wolf had been worried Christy would sleep and cry out for Lando. He became relieved when the only one she wept for pitifully was himself. During those times Wolf was quick to offer his comforting support. He gathered her to him and whispered soft words to her. He attempted to soothe her fears and considered he did an admiral job, though he was 223

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feeling clumsy with his babbling endearments to a woman he barely knew. "Wolf, you usually never bother with a woman like this one, she doesn't seem your type," the dark-haired man casually mentioned. Wolf knew he was fishing. "Apparently she is," Wolf countered, but he could see the wheels of the man's mind turning. He wasn't through. "She's cute enough, all right," the man replied while he rubbed at his jaw, still pondering. "She knocked up?" he asked suddenly, taking Wolf by surprise. Wolf narrowed his eyes at the man. It had been a thought he had also considered, but how the hell had this man figured it out so fast? Christy was injured, yes, but the sight of food and smells suddenly seemed overwhelming to her. She frequently needed to use the facilities. She cried often. She had every right to cry after what she had been through. He had held back her hair while she had vomited just that morning. Hopefully it was just terrible fear... "Damn!" Wolf swore softly. The dark-haired man chuckled. "What's the matter, don't you want to hear the pitter patter of little Wolf paws?" No, Wolf thought. I sure don't, I hope Lando does. "She's just too injured to be having a baby," Wolf muttered instead, seeming to be the doting boyfriend. "Well hell, buddy, just because you claim you're a wolf doesn't mean she'll whelp in just two months. Considering how tiny she is, she's looking at quite a few, I would imagine. 224

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I don't even remember you mentioning her before," the darkhaired man said. Wolf knew he was again fishing for information. If Christy was indeed pregnant the baby could only be a month or so along, if that. Wolf considered the idea. It would have to mean Christy had gotten over her initial fear of Lando quickly. Although on reflection he surmised there were other greater factors involved. When you think you're about to die you seek comfort from the closest available person. Wolf had seen a dying woman climb into the arms of a man who had lethally shot her, seeking comfort from another so as not to die alone. "Wolf," Christy said, stirring slightly. "I need a bed." "It's all right, sweetheart, we're here. I'll find you a place to lie down," Wolf told her. Wolf looked up at the huge chalet before them. It was beautiful. The entire structure was made from fitted logs interlocking and stained a soft honey color. There were beautiful bay windows on the first and second floor of the huge place. On the second story, two of the great logs on either side were carved into the heads of bears. A massive wraparound porch sported chairs and a huge barbecue. The view of the large lake was impressive. Very few other cottages dotted the distance. 'No trespassing' signs were posted everywhere, along with attack dog warnings. Christy was trying to hang back as the three men made their way to the chalet. Wolf's nudging was gentle, but persistent upon the small of her back. He would have liked to take Christy into his arms, feeling her need and sensing her absolute exhaustion, but he wanted at least one hand free. 225

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The moment of truth was upon them. They could very well be walking into a trap, although Wolf was doubtful about that. Luke, the dark-haired man, had casually mentioned a family man could always use more extended family. Someone to take care of the wolf den when he needed to hunt. As if Wolf would ever allow this merciless man to be left caring for anyone he loved. He certainly didn't want Christy to end up alone with him. She would most likely die of fright if he so much as scowled at her. Unfortunately, after that thought crossed his mind Christy slumped before him. Wolf grabbed her up before she could hit the ground. Damn! Now he didn't even have a hand free. "Fainting is definitely a sure sign of pregnancy," Luke mentioned casually, then laughed when Wolf swore again. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Eighteen **** Christy woke slowly; Wolf had thrown his jacket over her to help keep her warm, as she still remained in another woman's T-shirt. She was lying on a couch with Wolf perched protectively in front of her. He reached to help her sit up immediately and ran a hand kindly over her tired face, wanting to calm her. He didn't want her to become hysterical. There were six other men in the room with them. They were all well armed and exceedingly dangerous looking, and they were concentrating on her. Christy moved closer, obviously welcoming Wolf's embrace, and she hid against him. Wolf could feel her erratic heartbeat through the thin material of their clothing. "Wolf, I'm so exhausted. I feel so tired and dizzy." Her small voice was unsteady. "Keep quiet, kitten, reserve your strength," Wolf soothed. He hoped Christy heard the unveiled warning. "Perhaps she would be more comfortable in another room where she can rest quietly," an older man suggested. He was tall with a good solid build for a man of forty-nine. His dark hair was thinning, but Wolf suspected he could still turn a few heads. Perhaps he could if his eyes did not now appear so soulless after the tragic death of his wife and teenage daughter. 227

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"I would prefer she remain close to me. But I appreciate the offer, Mr. Mahoney," Wolf said with hesitancy, but also with respect. "You don't trust me or my boys?" Mr. Mahoney questioned casually. He sipped slowly from a glass containing whiskey. He was resting casually back against a large, overstuffed chair with his legs crossed, looking content. No, thought Wolf, not as far as I could throw a rabid bull elephant. "She's very skittish and shy. Luke has brought it to my attention she could be carrying as well," Wolf offered in the way of an explanation. Playing his part, he smiled tenderly into Christy's face. He rubbed a gentle thumb across her quivering chin while she gazed wide-eyed around her. "We're all friends here, Wolf; call me Tony. If she's already skittish she may not like our conversation. We have a very urgent matter to discuss of a very delicate nature. It really isn't for someone who is not one of us to hear regardless," Tony replied intensely. His eyes rested on Wolf. The ice in his glass clinked. He took a slow, steady sip, his eyes never leaving Wolf's. Wolf could see Tony was ready to press the issue. He was outnumbered. He had no choice, though the idea caused great frustration. Sighing, he looked at Christy. He could see she sensed his intent. She clung more tightly to him, her face buried against his chest, and he felt her shudder. Wolf rubbed her back in a soothing fashion and ran a soft hand over her tangled hair, feeling a great deal of pity for the frightened woman. She must be so terrified. 228

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"She needs to soak in a hot bath, Tony. I would be very appreciative if she could be given clean clothing and some hot chocolate. She seems to be able to tolerate crackers, but perhaps some dry toast or a banana?" Wolf said thoughtfully. He had emphasized the word 'appreciative', hoping Tony might be swayed into believing perhaps they might have hope with him if his woman was well cared for. Nodding, Tony gave Wolf a calculating glance. Wolf could almost hear his thoughts. The man had been around a long time; he knew deception, even from one so skilled at it, and he knew also both Wolf and Christy were at his mercy. Tony never cared how loyalty was obtained as long as it was obtained. As long as Christy remained near him, Tony would have the hold he desired. Wolf suspected he was as good as Lando. He knew Tony was in the market for a replacement, perhaps a replacement who would be encouraged to remove his predecessor. Wolf did not have the same idiosyncrasies Lando possessed. Though Wolf had never once killed an innocent, he now had his own innocent to protect. He sensed Tony was intrigued. Wolf watched with apprehension, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, as Christy was led away. Christy lay back in the tub full of hot, soapy water. She resisted the urge to close her eyes, hearing Wolf's warning as she was led from the room, away from him. He had once more seemed the doting boyfriend as he told her not to fall asleep in the bath again, it was too dangerous. Though he had offered an endearing smile for the benefit of the other 229

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men, she could see the stern double meaning in his eyes. Christy shuddered softly; she was surrounded by maniacs! Lando, her mind screamed. I'm coming, sweetheart, she thought she heard in reply. Rising with a sigh and heavy heart half an hour later, Christy headed from the bath to the bedroom. She was surprised to find a long, spaghetti strap, satin, white nightgown draped across the bed and a tray covered over with a silver lid. Christy lovingly fingered the satin gown. It had been so long since she had worn real bed clothes. Glancing about, she noticed the clothes she had been wearing were gone. Christy sighed, realizing it was either the gown or the bath towel. She opted for the gown. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gingerly lifted the lid to the tray. She picked up and sniffed delicately at the single rose lying beside her plate. These people certainly move fast, she mused. There couldn't have been roses in the house before her arrival, at least not with a whole houseful of men. Christy lathered a small amount of honey onto her buttered toast. She ate slowly, thinking about what Wolf had said. Could she be pregnant already? It was certainly a possibility. The only use Lando had for the condom had been to carry water. She had stopped taking birth control after her separation with Chad. She had felt at the time it would be a long while before she ever trusted a man to let him get that close. Perhaps a baby would explain the odd feelings and sudden distaste of things. Emotionally she was overwrought, yet she 230

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had been through and was still going through an ordeal. But the longer Christy pondered, the more convinced she became. Christy put down her toast and peeled the small banana. After taking a bite, she nibbled a cracker. It seemed every suggestion Wolf had made was honored. Even a steaming mug of hot chocolate had been provided. Christy once more returned the lid over the tray, keeping out the flower and her steaming mug. She sniffed delicately at the rose. She understood why Wolf had done what he did. She knew absolutely if these men knew she was Lando's she would no doubt be locked in a cold dark room with cockroaches, left to starve until they could use her to get to Lando. Christy also knew in her heart if Lando found out she was here, he would come. He would be killed. There were too many of them. She didn't even need to assume they were armed; they had kept their arsenal in plain view. The darkhaired man, Luke, looked like he could rip someone's head off with his bare hands. She shuddered at the image and her tummy protested. She ran a soft hand around her midriff, wondering. She hoped Lando would be happy if she were carrying his baby. Although not yet; he might be even more distressed knowing he needed to save two lives. Christy crawled under the silk sheets. There was nothing she could do against these men. She would just have to trust Wolf would honor his promise. Vaguely she wondered if she were pregnant would he charge Lando double. Again grateful 231

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she was wealthy, Christy closed her eyes. She was once more too tired to stay awake. Christy jumped, frightened, as the bed dipped behind her, awakening her immediately. A quick hand went over her mouth, cutting off her reflexive scream. "Careful, kitten. How would it look if you were to howl in terror of your lover?" Wolf cautioned in warning. Christy turned in his arms, distressed as she saw he only wore tight fitting boxers defining a well rounded, huge bulge. The rest of his powerfully built body still glistened from the shower he had just come from. Carefully, Wolf removed his hand from her mouth. "We can't sleep like this together," Christy said hesitantly. What was he up to? Her hand lifted automatically to push at his hard chest. "We can and we will. Listen, kitten, I know for a fact they will be keeping a very close eye on the two of us. What would they think if they peeked in the door and saw me crashed on a chair?" Wolf reasoned. He easily stilled her hand. "They would think you were graciously letting your poor girlfriend get some much needed rest," Christy countered. "Sorry, kitten, they know I'm not gracious. I'm overprotective, domineering, and demanding," Wolf told her. "Which also seems to be a prerequisite of your profession. You're just like Lando," Christy snapped. "I'm not just like Lando, and you're lucky I'm not another man here or you wouldn't be arguing, you would be moaning and thrashing, begging from underneath me," Wolf replied as if in warning. 232

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Christy's eyes widened. Terrified, shrinking from him, she tried to pull from his grasp at the fearful insinuation. She felt a moment of surprise at his cruelty after what she had been through. She could see Wolf realized he had gone too far when his heated expression softened. "Relax, kitten, I'm so tired even a voluptuous, eager hooker wouldn't interest me right now. I promise to be a good boy. So roll over; I'm just going to drape my arm around you so it will look good," Wolf said gently. Christy did as he commanded, but kept her eyes open, unable to sleep. It was not long before she heard Wolf's even breathing. Christy tried to relax and calm her own erratic heartbeat, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Very slowly, she calmed and became accepting of Wolf's close proximity as he kept quiet and unmoving, and non-threatening. Her eyes drooped from exhaustion. An ominous creek from across the bedroom had her gaze shifting. Christy's breath almost stopped as she caught sight of their door opening slightly. A large silhouette darkened their door. The light from the hallway settled over their apparently slumbering forms. Christy's body stiffened and she felt Wolf grip her to him more tightly, an almost inaudible shushing sound reached her ears. Quickly, Christy closed her eyes and steadied her breathing again. Only seconds passed before she couldn't help herself and, turning, reached for Wolf fearfully, pulling him tighter.

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Wolf tucked her securely into his side. His large body shifted, moving to cover over half of her. He trailed a lazy hand over her breast and kissed the hollow of her neck. "You were wonderful, kitten, but it's time to sleep now," Wolf said suggestively, his throaty words deeply seductive. Christy felt herself blush crimson from head to toe at the insinuation. She thought she heard a small, guttural laugh as the door creaked closed once more. "Was that really necessary?" she snapped quietly, as she pushed his weight off herself. "No, but it was fun," Wolf said, chuckling softly. He removed his hand from her breast and once more it was not long before she could hear his steady breathing. It took Christy a lot longer to fall asleep, but she eventually realized she was safe with Wolf. Worrying herself to death would not help Lando. Besides, she decided she preferred Wolf close by. Not necessarily this close, she thought, as she repositioned one of his roaming hands, but close nonetheless. She had an uneasy feeling he might expect her get a lot closer if they had to remain there for a while. Only time would tell. When Christy woke, she could see Wolf dressing. He had strolled into the room naked from the shower and he began donning his underwear. Christy turned away, blushing. "Shy little thing, aren't you?" Wolf said, then laughed. "You could have dressed in the bathroom," Christy remarked, grumbling.

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"I've already seen you nude, I thought I'd return the favor," Wolf casually mentioned. He cast an appreciative glance down the length of her with a predatory wink. Once again blushing, Christy remembered how, like Lando, he watched while she changed. He claimed Lando had demanded he keep a close eye on her, though Christy doubted this was what Lando had in mind. "Get washed up, we're expected for breakfast," Wolf told her. "I would be too afraid. Besides, I haven't any clothes to wear. Please let me stay here in the room," Christy whined up at him. Wolf tossed her a bundle of clothing, then sat beside her on the bed, only just having pulled up his pants and not bothering with the zipper. He gripped her chin in a hard clasp and narrowed his eyes at her. "You will do as I say. You will come downstairs with me and be the doting lover. You will smile shyly and prettily for all to see. Or I will be very angry with you. Do you understand?" Fearfully, Christy nodded. He was the only friend she had here. If he were to abandon her she would be killed. It occurred to Christy he could no doubt leave at any time. He could offer her over on a silver platter and pledge his loyalty, saving himself. Instead, he was keeping her safe at the risk of his own life. Christy bowed her head; it was sobering thought. "I will go get dressed," she said, rising slowly. Wolf reached out and grabbed her wrist as she passed him. "I won't let them hurt you," he promised sincerely. 235

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Her head still bowed, Christy nodded. "Thank you." Christy entered the large dining room. The view of the lake from the room was spectacular. The beautiful polished oak table situated in the middle of the room could easily seat twelve. She noted it appeared all seats but two were taken. Wolf guided her to the seat next to Tony, who sat at the head of the table. Christy smiled cautiously at him. Tony rose and grandly settled her into her chair. He then shook out her large white napkin and placed it in her lap. "Would you care for some juice?" Tony asked her politely. "Yes please," Christy answered quietly. What she really wanted was to cower under the table and throw the napkin over her head. She could feel every set of eyes now focused on her. She reached for the tomato juice and, dismayed, pulled the glass closer with a visibly shaky hand. So shaky, in fact, Tony placed his hand over her own to steady her. After Christy had taken a sip, Tony placed her glass on the table. "Are you afraid?" Tony inquired. "She's just a little..." Wolf began quickly, but Tony lifted a hand to silence him. "Let her answer," Tony said, and encouraged Christy to speak. She looked up at him, knowing instinctively he would hear a lie. "Yes, I am frightened. I have never been at a table surrounded by so many large and powerful men. Sometimes Wolf alone is very intimidating."

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Tony nodded, looking about as though understanding her reasoning; she was, after all, small and defenseless compared to the brutes surrounding her. "Being surrounded by powerful men can also be a very safe thing. No one would dare break in here to harm you," Tony reasoned. He placed a piece of lightly buttered toast on Christy's plate and offered her the choice of an array of spreads. Christy selected honey. She passed on the bacon, but tried the eggs Benedict. Slowly, she ate a few green seedless grapes. She could feel the tension surrounding them; never before had she known a group of men to be so reserved. "I wish my father was here," Christy heard a small voice say in the quiet room. Surprised, Christy glanced around. She hadn't even noticed the small boy at the end of the table. It was no wonder she hadn't noticed him; his small body could barely be seen past Luke's massive chest. "Your father has been notified he needs to pick you up here, Mark. I'm guessing it won't be long now," Tony casually mentioned. He sipped slowly at a steamy mug of black coffee, his eyes centered on the boy. Christy could see the boy hadn't touched his breakfast. His tousled brown hair fell into his eyes. He looked close to tears. His head bowed from Tony's steady gaze. "Have you been waiting long for your father, honey?" Christy asked gently. The boy nodded. "Three whole days," he replied, and sniffed. 237

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"You're not going to cry again, are you, boy? Your father would be mad if he showed up to see you whimpering like a sissy little girl," Luke snapped cruelly. He scowled at the boy. "You're a bully!" Christy said, mortified. He was, after all, just a little boy. He couldn't have been more than eight or nine. Luke narrowed his eyes onto Christy; she glared back defiantly. "I am a bully and I don't care who I bully," Luke said dangerously, his insinuation clear. "You better start worrying," Wolf said with soft menace. His look was unmistakable as he glared Luke down. His large hand settled over Christy's, his fingers curling protectively around hers. Once again he firmly established he would allow no harm to come to Christy, no matter the circumstances. "Why don't we keep it friendly? Everyone, please eat," Tony suggested, and though he was smiling brightly, his tone brooked no argument. Christy sat amazed as Tony took complete control of the conversation. She hazarded a quick glance at Wolf under lowered lashes; he seemed to have settled down easily. His look stopped being predatory. The food before him disappeared quickly. Tony was obviously well respected by everyone. Christy bowed her head and once more nibbled at her toast. She surmised this was going to be the longest breakfast of her life. Tony sat comfortably in his easy chair, his mind reflecting back to the altercation he had witnessed at breakfast; with interest he had viewed the confrontation between Wolf and 238

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Luke. Wolf was definitely more than attached to the pretty little thing he had brought with him. That would prove useful as long as he could keep Wolf from killing Luke. Luke was a good man to have, yet he was unpredictable, a wet gun. Tony decided he had best have a word with Luke about the girl. Whether she angered Luke or not, he would have to keep his temper under control. There was enough dissension surrounding the family already. But perhaps it might be a good idea to hand the boy over to Christy for awhile, if Wolf were receptive to the idea. The woman did seem tired and exceptionally pale and fragile. Tony wanted the boy alive when his father showed to retrieve him. He had barely eaten in three days and Tony noted the child had picked up his toast and taken a hesitant bite while Christy gave him an encouraging smile. They could keep each other occupied while he offered up his proposal to Wolf. He could use his help when the boy's father showed. It was always good to have a trained wolf amongst your ranks. They were very loyal. They also took care of their own. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Nineteen **** Later in the day, Christy once more sat at the large dining room table. She had encouraged the boy, Mark, into playing a game of Go Fish. At her incessant, whimpered pleading and begging, Wolf had relented and approached Tony, asking if Christy could spend time with the saddened, lonely little boy. Wolf had hinted perhaps her maternal instincts were flaring and he would once again be very grateful if Tony would be indulgent. Tony was more than eager to comply. When Christy had asked for a deck of cards, Tony had sent someone to find them posthaste. "You win again," Christy said, smiling brightly at the boy as he lay down the last of his cards. "My daddy taught me," Mark answered proudly. He sat back with his arms now crossed over his smug little chest. "Did your daddy teach you to whine like a little girl too?" Luke said meanly from the doorway. Christy had been very aware of Luke's presence. He had remained silent as she and the child had played, for the most part. He had not interfered, though her temper had risen slowly when he snorted rudely each time Mark had won a hand. Christy had allowed the child to win every game, and for some reason the idea seemed irksome to the large man.

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"Go away," Christy demanded firmly. She had seen Mark's smiling face pale with apprehension at the words of the large, mean man. Luke seemed to glorify in terrifying the small boy. "Make me," Luke said, his lips curling into an animalistic grin. Christy's agitated breathing increased. "Wolf won't like it you're cruel to me," Christy said instead. She gathered the cards up off the table together slowly, shuffling with shaky hands. Luke scowled dangerously. "You gonna tell on me?" he said in a mean, simpering, taunting voice. "Yes, I will. I'm not a man acting a role at being brave. If you frighten me I will seek the protection of my baby's father. I don't have to pretend you don't frighten me. I will ask Wolf if we can leave because I fear you. I don't think Tony would like that," Christy challenged. She felt certain satisfaction as Luke appeared to be the one now agitated. "You're as big a coward as the kid," Luke snapped, moving closer. Christy's hands stilled. She glared at him. "Why? Because a man more than twice my size threatens me? I'm no coward, and neither is Mark. We are helpless against one so big and strong. You are the coward. You are the one who picks on those completely vulnerable and defenseless. Are you afraid to challenge an equal? If I were in a dark alley alone with only you or Mark faced to fight off vicious men, I would choose Mark to defend me. He at least has courage," Christy said, perhaps unwisely. Luke had her slammed against a wall quickly. Her chair clattered to the floor behind her. The cards she had been 241

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holding scattered atop the table and onto the floor. Christy looked up, frightened, into Luke's enraged face. She saw the pitiful attempts of Mark as he pulled to no avail on Luke's massively muscled arms, trying to defend his new friend. Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded with the large man to put her down. Christy's own anger soared. How dare he frighten the child? Christy pulled her knee up viciously into Luke's groin, obviously shocking him. She had actually fought back and not begged for him to release her. Luke let her slump to the floor, where she ducked around him and grabbed Mark by the arm. They quickly raced from the room. To her dismay, they collided with Tony. "Playing tag now?" Tony said, surprised as the woman and boy collided against him heavily. His arms shot out to steady her. "Please, Tony, please stop him," Christy pleaded up into his face. A fleeting look of confusion washed over Tony's face until he watched as an enraged Luke suddenly barreled from the dining room. Christy pulled Mark between herself and Tony, pressing firmly against the man, seeking his protection. Her hands clutched at his shirt and arm desperately; Luke looked ready to kill her. "That damn bitch kneed me," Luke howled, enraged, advancing on the trio. "You threw me against the wall," Christy countered. Terrified, she pulled harder on Tony's arm as Luke came 242

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closer. Mark clutched at Christy and buried his face into her chest. "Enough!" Tony demanded. It was impossible not to see Luke's obvious intent. "You were warned Luke, and the reasons why. No harm is to come to either the woman or the child." Luke stopped short, snarling in rage and frustration. His large, meaty hands fisted, and Christy could tell he desperately wanted to use one of those large fisted hands to smash into her jaw. The blow would undoubtedly kill her; she would be defenseless. At that moment Wolf entered the chalet. "Wolf!" Christy screamed in relief. She wasted no time abandoning Tony and, grabbing Mark off his feet, she raced to him gratefully. Christy flung herself into Wolf's powerful, secure embrace, clinging to him desperately. "I want to leave, please take me away. He wants to hurt me," Christy cried frantically. "I can't lose my baby, please, I'm afraid." Christy's tear-streaked face lifted to stare him in the eyes; the terrified boy clung to her. She shuddered at the look of murderous intent on Luke's face. Only Tony stood between them. Christy clutched at Wolf pitifully, pulling him closer. "Did he hurt you?" Wolf snarled, glaring into Luke's face. It was Wolf who now looked murderous. Wisely, Tony took a cautious step back, no longer standing between the men. "He frightened me. He slammed me up against the wall. I had to protect the boy. I couldn't let him beat me; please, I don't want to lose my baby." Christy sobbed brokenly. She 243

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clutched at him desperately, needing him close, frightened for her life and the boy's. Once more Luke was advancing slowly, his evil intent clear. The man advanced with confidence past Tony, closer and closer until he was but a breath away, his fists raised. Terrified, Christy wondered if Wolf would protect her. Christy screamed as Wolf suddenly pulled his gun and, in one fluid motion, put a bullet through Luke's head before he could even react. Luke dropped soundlessly to the ground. Tony sighed softly, shaking his head as though he had already sensed the outcome. The confrontation had been inevitable and perhaps unavoidable after all. "No one harms what is mine to care for," Wolf said. He glared ominously in Tony's direction. Four huge men entered the room, guns drawn. All of them were pointed at Wolf. Christy pulled the boy more tightly between herself and Wolf, hoping to shield him. Tony held up a hand, stopping any confrontation. "Paulo, get rid of the body," Tony said, referring to Luke's slumped form. A giant of a man came forth, obeying the request. "You just took out one of my best men," Tony said to Wolf. The other men advanced slowly. Christy sobbed, terrified of what would happen next. "I'm your best man now," Wolf declared, "as long as no harm comes to my future wife." Tony nodded silently, his face impassive, but Christy could tell the tables had turned to his advantage. It was apparent he was pondering how well he could use this to his benefit. She buried her face into Wolf's chest and sobbed her misery. 244

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She knew absolute power corrupted absolutely. Tony had absolute power now and there was no denying the man was corrupt. "Your future wife seems distressed. Perhaps she and the boy would like to have dinner in your room while we talk business." "I am certain she would, but I wish to be positive she has suffered no ill effects," Wolf countered. His look was still decidedly dangerous; he had yet to sheath his weapon. "I suppose we will have enough time to talk later. Take your time, attend to her, by all means," Tony graciously conceded. Replacing his gun behind his belt, Wolf grabbed Christy's shuddering body to his own protectively. He took the stairs to their room two at a time; the boy trailed closely. Once entering, he gently ran his hand over her body, searching for any new spots that pained her. She knew Wolf was very aware of her body; he had seen her exposed and vulnerable. He had witnessed her bruising. Wolf knew every scratch, every aching bone, and every bruise adorning her slight form. "Are you hurt?" Wolf asked, concerned. Luke had been huge; he could have hurt her without even trying. Wolf scooped her up and headed for the bathroom, commanding the boy to wait for him. Christy allowed him to ease her shirt over her head, rendering her upper body unclothed, in an effort to seek any new injury. Christy knew Wolf was right when he had said he had seen her nude. She was hurting; what did it matter if he looked? 245

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Wolf inspected her back, grumbling angrily at the fresh marks. Christy listened as he berated himself fiercely for having allowed this to happen. He had known Luke was a live wire, he was muttering. He should not have taken it for granted Tony could control him. Wolf became even angrier while noting the large, red fingerprints on Christy's upper arms. "Damn the bastard!" "I was just afraid. Please, I'm still so afraid," Christy sobbed. She pulled him closer to her naked chest, wanting to feel his reassurance. "They won't hurt you. I will kill every last one if I need to," Wolf declared with passion. "You may not be mine, but right now you are my responsibility. Lando would kill me if you were to be harmed while in my care." "I'm all right. I am so happy you are here with me," Christy declared. She clung to him gratefully, understanding he would at this moment protect her just like Lando would. His concern was sincere, and for perhaps a brief moment did not just reflect solely on money. He would not let another harm her, she was certain. Christy slowly pulled her shirt back over her head with Wolf's help. Once she was dressed, they returned to the bedroom with Wolf still supporting her as she moved slowly. Now that her adrenaline was slowing she could feel her pain. Christy could see Mark huddled in a corner. She could see his confusion and fear—she understood it. Christy looked up into Wolf's eyes, distressed. She felt so much sorrow for the small boy. How on earth could Tony expose him to this? Following her anxious gaze, Wolf looked 246

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Mark pressed into a corner, his small body shaking almost as violently as Christy's. "Everything will be fine. I need to go take care of business." Wolf headed for the door. "You watch out for her, Mark. I'm depending on you," Wolf said kindly. The boy nodded, awed at the large man who had just saved them. Christy called Mark to her and pulled him into her arms. "It's all right, sweetheart, soon your daddy will come. He will take you away from here and your mommy will be holding you," Christy soothed. Again she wondered why on earth the child had been placed in Tony's care. "No she won't. My mom died a long time ago. My stepmom and my new baby sister were killed in a fire a few months ago," Mark informed her sadly. A deep, cold feeling settled over Christy like an icy blanket of doom. Now she knew the boy who was in her arms was the child Lando had been ordered to kill. Now it made sense why Tony had the child, why Luke had been allowed his verbal cruelty, but not to physically harm the boy. The child was bait and Tony needed Wolf for a mob war. Oh God! Christy clutched the boy to her chest, knowing when his father came they would both be killed. All of Tony's men were heavily armed. They would be in Tony's dangerous territory, an unforgiving terrain. Christy could not allow that. She liked the boy. He was brave and caring of human life. He had cared for her life when he had pulled on the arms of a man many times larger than himself, hoping to save her. 247

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"It will be all right, honey, Wolf will keep us safe, I promise," Christy pledged. She ran her hand gently down the child's hair, trying to soothe them both. The image of Luke's large form slumping to the ground weighed heavily before her. She knew Tony was making his demands of Wolf. Using her as his leverage, thinking Wolf actually held some affection for her when he didn't. Christy was terrified, wondering just how much Wolf would take before deciding to throw her to the winds callously. She belonged to Lando, after all, not him. She was nothing but a contract to him when all was said and done. He had already gone to great extremes for her. Did he even know about the critical circumstances he was now in? What if he became fed up, deciding the risk she placed him in was too much. No, he had promised, he had told her he always kept his promises. Lando had said something about honesty and integrity to her before. Christy tried to focus her thoughts; it was the man, not the profession. "My daddy will save us," Mark said with conviction. "Of course he will," Christy soothed, wondering if the man were even alive. It would not matter to her. Mark's father had murdered a woman and her teenage daughter. Even if he saved his son, Christy would again be at the mercy of a man who possessed none. She stifled a whimper. Please, Lando, come, Christy's heart screamed in terror. Christy put up a great fuss when they tried to take Mark from her. Wolf had been present, offering her his reassurance 248

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the child would not be harmed, but Mark cried out, wanting to stay with her, pleading desperately. Christy had become violent, much to Wolf's surprise, when the boy had cried out while being taken physically from her side. She had slammed her fist into a large man's face and kicked viciously into another man's groin. Christy was no longer the passive, frightened female; she was the angry, enraged Kodiak protecting her young. Her small fist connected viciously with a man's nose. She kicked solidly at a shin. Her elbow smashed soundly into a belly. She grabbed a fistful of hair, giving a nasty yank. Her small, even teeth bit down cruelly into an arm. The whole time Wolf demanded they were not to harm her. He could not believe her tirade. This small but terrified bit of fluff was attacking huge, powerful, armed, frightening men, inciting their wrath. What the hell was wrong with her? "Tony, call them off!" Wolf howled desperately. She would be hurt and Wolf had been unable to get close enough to her to grab at her flailing fists. Four men and Tony had come running when Christy had bellowed out her fury at the two large men who had attempted to take Mark. Christy had launched herself into the fray. "Enough," Tony yelled. At his narrowed sideways look, Wolf could tell Tony was thinking he was somehow saving his men from Christy's brutal retaliation. The men stood off to the side, each gripping a sore part of his body Christy had attacked viciously. They had all been given a stern warning not to harm the woman. After 249

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witnessing Wolf kill Luke, they were inclined to obey that particular order. Wolf watched with wide-eyed amazement as Christy stood firmly, angrily, before Mark's huddled form. She snarled viciously, anticipating the approach of someone dangerous. Her small hands balled into fists, her teeth flashed as though she meant to bite. Christy's hands suddenly curled into claws as one of the men shifted uneasily. Her eyes leveled onto him with the intensity of a raptor. Wolf could see her resolve. She seemed to be willing them to come because she was ready to take them all on. "Tony, I don't think now is a good time," Wolf said on a surprised breath, quickly running his hand through his hair. Wolf wondered in fascination at Christy's ferocity. He could hear the boy's crying pleas. Perhaps it was just her first attempt at maternal protectiveness. Whatever the reason, thankfully Tony decided to call his men off. Wolf approached Christy carefully, wanting to pull her close. Her angered look at those around gave him pause, yet he clutched her to him firmly. She did not struggle in his firm grasp. He stroked her back gently and spoke calming words into her ear. Her tense, unyielding body shook with violent spasms. "It's fine, everything is going to be fine. They won't hurt him," Wolf soothed. Christy stiffened. "Please let him stay with me. He's frightened." 250

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"We need to talk, privately. Tony will not allow anyone to hurt the boy. Will you, Tony?" Wolf shot a fast glance at the man, seeking his help and confirmation. It was not a commanding look. If it had been, he knew Tony would not have been impressed. Surprisingly, this was possibly the closest Wolf had ever come to honestly wanting and needing Tony's aid. Tony's eyebrows rose in some surprise, and Wolf knew he was tucking away Christy's importance to himself, Wolf's apparent vulnerability. He suppressed a groan of annoyance. She had picked the wrong time to show her claws. "I promise no one will harm Mark. After the events of today you really need to sleep. I can see your exhaustion," Tony said to Christy kindly, arms splayed. Then to Mark; "Mark, you can have the room right next door from Wolf tonight. But your friend needs to have some rest. Luke hurt her, didn't he?" Mark nodded slowly. With obvious reluctance, he dried his eyes, and taking Tony's hand, he left the room quietly, only once casting Christy a frightened glance. Once everyone had left, Wolf closed the door and turned to level a dark look at Christy. He snapped the door lock into place. He was angry, very angry. Christy was in for it. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Twenty **** Wolf advanced slowly, stalking her, while Christy backed away, now fearful. She knew he would not hurt her, yet the look on his face reminded her of the fierce glances Lando had leveled on her when he expected her to obey. She had not obeyed. Now Wolf was angry, very angry. She was worried what type of wrath he had in store for her. "Do you have any idea what those men could have done to you?" Wolf snapped angrily while moving in on her. "I don't know what happened to me. Mark was so terribly frightened. The last few days have been so hard on him. Luke had been so cruel. When he cried out to me, so terrified, I just lost it. I needed to help him. We need to help him," Christy implored, backing slowly away as he stalked her. "I was hired to protect you. Just you. I'm not Roy Rogers, I am an assassin. My trigger is my finger. I am not retired either, like Lando is. I just blew out a man's brains for you," Wolf declared angrily. Christy winced. Luke's lifeless body hitting the floor flashed into her mind. "Wolf, do you know who that boy is?" Christy asked quietly. "No. I don't care who he is. It's not my business, I never asked. You ask too many questions in this business and you don't last long," Wolf replied. He had stopped only a breath away from Christy's violently shaking body. He stared down 252

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into her face. "Lando owes me big time for this. I don't like killing people I'm not being paid for. I took a big chance at angering Tony. Sane people do not anger Tony on purpose." "Mark is the reason Lando left Tony. It was his stepmother and baby sister who were murdered, and I think by Luke," Christy said quietly, then found herself suddenly running for cover and cowering in a corner when Wolf launched surprisingly into a violent rage. He voiced vile words at loud levels until Christy finally covered her ears. He stormed on and on until Christy was tempted to seek safer shelter under the bed. "This just keeps getting better and better!" Wolf stormed furiously. He paced the room, slamming his fists into walls and shaking the furniture in his vicious grasp. "Please don't leave me," Christy whimpered up at him when he stopped suddenly before her cowering form. He glared angrily down at her, looking at her as though he wanted to pull her to him and shake her soundly, his anger so real. Slowly, Wolf took a deep breath, then another. She could see his internal struggle to maintain his reason. "I can't tell you how tempting it is right now to blow my own brains out!" Wolf ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Damn it, woman! Do you have any idea who that kid's father is?" Wolf demanded down at her instead. "No." Christy shook her head, answering him quickly, her hands splayed before her in a pleading gesture. She had never seen Wolf so irate. He looked as though he might actually harm her. The thought terrified Christy. Her body was already so battered and abused. She couldn't imagine, after 253

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killing Luke to save her life, he would seriously consider harming her. "You thought Luke was mean? This man is beyond dangerous. When his wife and kid were murdered he went insane, killing at random. You better believe he'll be coming for his boy. We're going to be in the middle of a war zone soon. Damn! No wonder Tony was so desperate to get his hands on me," Wolf stormed. Christy watched as he struggled to control his temper. His face calmed to the point of once again appearing impassive, or at least he tried to; a frown narrowed his brows. Christy sighed with relief. The storm was apparently over. "Well, what did he expect? He killed Tony's wife and daughter. Did he think Tony would just look away?" Christy said, incredulous at the reasoning of some people. She allowed Wolf to take her hand and she pulled herself to her feet. She winced when Wolf swore another vile obscenity. "What are we going to do?" Christy asked quietly. She could see his thoughts warring within his troubled mind. "I don't know yet." Her eyes followed him as he paced the room, as though forgetting she even existed. She felt for the moment she had best make herself scarce. Christy retreated to the far side of the room and settled, quietly waiting. Wolf ran a hand down his face, thinking hard. He had to get Christy out of here tonight, now. When Mark's father showed up all hell would break loose. Christy wanted to protect the boy. She could be killed in the crossfire. If Mark's father proved to be successful, he would not hesitate to kill 254

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Christy. He would automatically assume she belonged to one of them. He would enjoy putting her life to an end. Wolf studied Christy. Damn! She would go kicking and screaming without the child, he just knew it. Thoughtfully, he wondered if Tony had something he could slip her to make her sleep. If Wolf asked him for it he knew Tony would not hesitate, thinking as long as Christy were to be drugged, Wolf was unlikely to leave. He would not think Wolf would drug her and sling her over his shoulder. Leaving would be harder that way, yet, wryly Wolf thought, he had gotten used to carrying her. She was a lot less trouble when not awake. He could see her gazing at him from across the room; he hoped she wasn't figuring out what he was thinking. For just a brief moment his eyes shifted from hers, hoping to hide his guilty feelings. There was no possible way she could guess at his next course of actions. "I won't leave without Mark," Christy suddenly declared. Damn! "Christy, we need to get out of here," Wolf said with quiet urgency. "Not without Mark," Christy insisted. "What are we suppose to do, grab the kid and return him home?" Wolf asked. "Yes," Christy declared. Her arms crossed over her chest defiantly. "Are you insane? The boy's father is a cold-blooded killer, do you think he'll thank us?" Wolf asked incredulously. "You should talk, you just blew a man's brains out," Christy countered smugly. 255

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"Women were put on this earth to torment men!" Wolf stormed angrily. "God has to be a man. No one else but another male could have created something as annoying as men!" Christy declared. Reaching a stalemate, the two glared at one another. "You promised Lando you would obey me," Wolf said, lifting an eyebrow. Christy cringed, and it was Wolf's turn to feel smug. "He's just a little boy. He's all alone, frightened and defenseless. Don't you have any compassion?" Christy implored. "No," Wolf said stubbornly. "Lando would save him," Christy mumbled. "Lando is not here," Wolf said. "I am." "What if I paid you?" Christy asked suddenly. "Lando isn't the only one who has money. I'll pay you double what he is paying you." "Why do you care if this kid lives or dies?" Wolf asked thoughtfully. The boy wasn't hers. She had only just met him that day. She was likely never to see him again. "Why don't you care if this child lives or dies?" she countered. "Unlike you, I possess compassion. I care for life. My father was a doctor; he spent his whole life saving lives. I was taught at his knee life is precious." Wolf considered her offer. Lando was paying him a great deal. Double was indeed tempting. Wolf could retire on what she was offering. "You have that kind of money?" Wolf inquired, eyes now narrowed. 256

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"Yes. Both of my parents were quite wealthy. I'm an only child. Everything was left to me when they died," Christy said on an air of excitement. "We need to be away from here tonight. I would demand your absolute obedience," Wolf told her. He stressed the word obedience, his look stern and uncompromising, and Christy swallowed loudly. Slowly, she nodded. "I will obey you, I swear," she promised. Wolf studied her critically. She was sincere. Perhaps children could come in handy after all, Wolf thought with interest. They seemed to definitely be a woman's Achilles' heel. Wolf pondered thoughtfully. He would have to plan very carefully; this would take some serious thought. "Get some sleep. I need to think of a plan," he ordered. He smiled slightly as Christy dutifully turned, headed for the bed and climbed under the covers without a word. Christy moved quietly into the dark room. Wolf had awakened her only a short time ago. He demanded she follow him to Mark's room. While Wolf kept watch, Christy determinedly approached Mark's slumbering form. "Mark?" Christy whispered softly. She gently ran a soft hand over the boy's warm brow. Mark stirred. "Kitten?" the boy said sleepily, yawning. "We need to leave here, Mark; we need to leave here now. We are in great danger," Christy told him. "But my father is coming," the boy said with distress. "Your father wants you safe, honey. You are not safe with these men. They are like Luke. I promise you, Wolf and I will return you to your father, but we must leave now. We must 257

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be very careful and quiet, and we must do anything Wolf tells us. Do you understand?" Christy told him. Wolf had warned Christy if the boy did not obey him he would leave him behind. His first commitment was to Lando. Christy had promised him she would make the boy obey. She intended to keep that promise. "You won't let anyone take me away from you?" Mark asked quietly, hopefully. "I promise, sweetheart. I will keep you safe," Christy vowed. Mark nodded slowly and Christy soon had running shoes on his feet while Wolf issued a command to hurry. The trio left the room silently, moving swiftly down the hallway. They rounded a corner, heading to the kitchen. Christy stifled a scream as Wolf was suddenly pushed against a wall and pinned. Surprised, Wolf looked into the furious face of an enraged Lando. "Is this how you protect her, to bring her into the viper's den?" Lando snarled. He looked beyond furious. "No, Lando, wait please," Christy cried out. She grabbed at Lando's powerful arms, trying to tug him off Wolf. "It's about time you showed up," Wolf said nonchalantly. He appeared unimpressed and undaunted at Lando's anger. For a moment all was quiet. Lando was studying Wolf intently. Christy pleaded quietly to him as she tugged on his arm, encouraging him to look past her, and he finally shifted his gaze to note the small boy, who appeared frightened as he tried to cower behind Christy. 258

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"Now is not the best time; we need to get the hell out of here," Wolf said calmly. "You think!" Lando said sarcastically. The room was suddenly lit with a bright light. All four turned to see Tony and his men enter the room. Christy cowered into Lando's embrace. Tony moved slowly about the room, watching her with interest as she was seeking protection not from Wolf. It was Lando she clung to desperately. She moaned in despair; there was nothing she could do now to correct her mistake. Tony motioned to two of his men, who removed Lando's and Wolf's guns. Christy cuddled Mark closely, pressing the boy between herself and Lando. "Now this is indeed a pleasant surprise, Lando. I thought perhaps you would be safely in another country by now. Perhaps something is keeping you here?" Tony casually asked. His eyes shifted to Christy. "No," Lando denied. "Then you won't mind if the girl is given to Paulo?" Tony said, motioning to the large man. Paulo moved forward, leering and Christy screamed, clutching Lando tighter. "Leave her," Lando warned, stepping in front of Christy. Tony's face alighted with a dark, evil, calculating smile. He raised a hand, stopping Paulo's ascent. "It would seem to me, Wolf, either your girlfriend is confused or she has been cheating on you," Tony mused thoughtfully. Wolf sighed softly. "It's always been a rocky relationship," he said nonchalantly. 259

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"Whose baby is it she is carrying?" Tony inquired. Tony chuckled with glee when Lando's eyes shot up with concerned surprise. The Mafia leader couldn't contain the fact he was overjoyed. All could see Lando was suddenly terrified, an expression none before had ever seen crossing the deadly man's face. He gripped Christy even tighter, his hands pulling her even more snugly against himself with an air of desperation. "I don't suppose the police will be bothering me again, will they, Lando?" Tony asked smugly. Tony gave a nod of his head and Lando was grabbed roughly by two large men while Paulo grabbed up Christy into a powerful embrace. Mark tried desperately to help her but was also picked up off his feet by yet another man, his struggles also in vain. Guns remained trained on Wolf. He stood angrily with his arms splayed, unable to offer aid. "Don't hurt her!" Lando yelled, struggling violently. He stopped his struggles as Paulo put a huge hand to Christy's throat, the threat unmistakable. "Lando," Christy whimpered, terrified. She slumped against the powerful man, crying softly, her arms dangling at her sides. "I have no intention of harming her, Lando. On the contrary, you have just given me a replacement for my own tragic loss. I had always felt you were like a brother to me. We are family. Now your family will be my family. She is a pretty little thing," Tony declared. He approached Christy and ran a soft hand along her cheek, wiping away her tears. Christy looked imploringly into the man's soulless eyes. 260

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"Please, Tony," Christy whimpered up at him, terrified. Smiling softly at Christy, Tony commanded Paulo to remove his hand from her throat. "See how simple that was?" Tony said gently. He once again stopped another tear's descent while she remained immobile. "You only need beg my mercy and perhaps it will be given." "I will kill you if you hurt her," Lando snarled in rage, his fists balled. Tony turned cold eyes on him. "You are in no position to demand anything from me. I will do as I wish with the girl and the baby. They are mine now. I don't think she will be needing you anymore." Tony nodded his head at the men who held Lando. "Get rid of him." Christy screamed while Mark howled out in fear. A gun settled onto Lando's temple. Suddenly, glass shattered and guns sounded. Wolf had been right. Once the boy's father showed up they would end up in the middle of a war zone. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Twenty-One **** Paulo dropped Christy to the ground, drawing his weapon. She landed painfully on her knees. Lando smashed a cruel fist into first one man, then downed another with a solid kick to the man's jaw. Christy moved quickly as everyone else dove for cover. She could see Mark's small form crouched under a buffet table, his tiny form huddled into a small ball. She crawled to him. When she reached him, she pulled his frightened body closer. The sound of blasting guns resounded off the walls. Windows crashed and the glass on the buffet above Christy's head exploded, shattering down onto the floor in tiny shards. "Mark, come," Christy demanded shakily. She needed to get the boy out of the room. She had seen Lando scoop up a gun from Paulo's now motionless body. He had gestured for her to run, then took cover as more shots were fired and other men charged into the room. Christy moved as swiftly and cautiously as she could while trying to shield Mark. They entered the living room, huddling behind the furniture as they continued to find the safest shelter, hoping to leave the fiasco behind them. "I want my daddy," Mark cried, clutching her tightly to himself.

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"Be still, honey, we will be okay," Christy said, trying not to sob her own reply. She could hear men screaming in pain as gunshots were rifled off at a furious pace. The two of them scurried to huddle under a coffee table, shaking violently. Two men came flying into the room, brawling viciously. Mark cried out for his father while Christy screamed for Lando; in great fear, both woman and child clung together. The two powerful men punched viciously at one another. Christy saw it was the blond friend of Luke's and an equally powerful man, whom she had never seen before. The two men crashed into furniture, shattering wood. A massive fish tank ruptured on impact as a large back crashed into it, spilling the contents onto the ground. Exotic fish flipped about haphazardly on the sodden carpet floor amidst the glass and tiny, colored rocks. The large blond man crushed a glass deep sea diver under his large, booted foot while throwing himself at the darkhaired man. Pictures dropped from walls, smashing to the floor as they each took a turn throwing the other against them. The dark-haired man grabbed a poker from the fireplace and swinging it soundly, connecting viciously with the blond man's jaw. The man slumped forward, raising his hands in a pitiful attempt to shield himself. "Uncle David!" Mark cried out to the man. The huge, dark-haired man pummeled the blond man into oblivion. With one last punch to his temple, Christy knew instinctively the blond man would never move again. He lay, eyes open, in a sea of his own blood. The dark-haired man 263

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rose slowly and commanded Mark to him. Eagerly, the boy scooted out from under the table, leaving Christy to huddle alone. Mark launched himself into powerful arms. Christy cowered fearfully when the man commanded she was to emerge. She curled into a tight ball, refusing the command. She whimpered softly. "It's okay, Uncle David won't hurt you like Luke did," Mark said reassuringly. He crouched down and pulled gently on one of the arms she had wrapped around herself in a protective gesture. Sobbing in fear, Christy cried out pitifully as the man, David, gripped her forearm firmly and yanked her out from under the table. He grasped her tightly to his hard chest, almost lifting her off her feet. "Be careful, Uncle David, a man hurt her when she was trying to take care of me," Mark scolded. The large man regarded Christy critically. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded roughly. His large hand tangled into Christy's shirt front. She pushed at him frantically, trying to dislodge him, but it was useless. He held her easily to himself. "I'm Lando's. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill my baby," Christy begged into his cold, hard eyes. Mark was clutching at Christy's hand, trying to console her as she had consoled him. He cautioned his uncle to be careful of her, pulling sternly and almost angrily at his powerful arms, telling him to loosen his grip, demanding he be more cautious, as she was frightened enough. 264

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"You will do as I say," David said viciously into Christy's tear-streaked face. His large, firm hand gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to look at him and obey. Christy's eyes overflowed as she whimpered up at him, terrified. "She doesn't even do what I say," a hard voice bellowed loudly. "What the hell makes you think you're so special?" David and Christy were sent flying as Wolf tackled the man holding her. Once again fists were thrown as Mark and Christy huddled together tightly. Wolf's fists were relentless. He smashed into the man's face repeatedly, enraged, until Christy looked away as the man became an unrecognizable mass of pulp. She shielded Mark's face into her breasts as he sobbed pitifully for his uncle. When satisfied, Wolf rose and grabbed Christy to himself. "Are you injured?" Wolf asked with concern. He began running his hands over her in a familiar gesture, searching for new hurts. Christy screamed as a shot was fired, sending Wolf spinning into a wall away from her. He clutched at his arm and sank slowly to the ground, leaving a small trail of blood behind him. "Lando!" Christy screamed in absolute terror. Tony stood holding the weapon, glaring at her. "It's time we left." He grabbed Christy up off the floor and sent Mark spinning with a backhand when he attempted to once more save his friend.

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Christy cried out as Tony easily pulled her to him, intending to take her away. He wrapped a firm arm about her waist, lifting her up off her feet while she struggled wildly. "Leave her alone!" Mark screamed, his little face seething furiously. He rose from the floor, ready to throw himself bravely at Tony. Tony raised his gun to shoot the boy but Christy kicked viciously at his wrist, sending his weapon flying. A shot fired and Christy fell to the ground, screaming in terror. Tony's heavy body pinned her to the floor. "I have you, sweetheart, I have you," Lando soothed. He pulled Tony's lifeless form off her. Lando clutched her tightly to his chest, holding her sobbing body. Christy saw Mark clutch tentatively at Lando's arm, also seeking reassurance, as he tried to push himself closer to her. Looking into the child's small, bruising, frightened face, Lando pulled him against them. Christy clasped both man and boy firmly. "Lando, I'm afraid," Christy cried. "I think I'm carrying your baby. I want this baby. I want this baby more than anything in my life. It is part of you. I love you," Christy pleaded desperately. "It's all right, sweetheart, no one will harm you or the baby, I swear," Lando promised. His hand cupped her cheek tenderly. "Our baby, my baby, too. I'm going to be a dad," he said in wonder. "Daddy!" Mark suddenly screamed. Mark raced from Christy to fling himself into his father's waiting arms. The man cuddled the boy firmly to his chest while running a gentle hand over his tousled head. 266

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Christy turned in Lando's embrace. It became apparent who had proved victorious in the mob battle for dominance. They were helpless. Wolf slumped incapacitated against the wall, and Lando was out of bullets. A dozen men surrounded them, guns drawn, advancing. Christy shook violently while hiding her head against Lando's chest. He wrapped his arms about her more protectively, trying to shield her from the inevitable. "Daddy, come meet my new friend. She helped me. She even pissed off a bad man when he was being mean to me," Mark declared proudly, clutching his father's arm and pulling him closer to Christy's huddled form. Terrified, Christy looked up imploringly into the large man's deadly gaze. She wanted to live. She wanted this baby. She wanted a new life. The man glared down upon her shaking form. "Please," Christy begged up at him, sensing his intent. She knew they were about to die. "Please no, please don't." "Mark, go get something to drink with Dan," his father advised quietly. He motioned a man forward. His look was cold, his gun still drawn. Christy cried pitifully, pressing herself next to Lando. He kissed her forehead softly. "It's all right, sweetheart; we will be together forever this way," Lando soothed. "Please don't kill us, please. Mark, please help us," Christy implored the young boy, reaching for him. Confused, Mark looked at Christy as she shook. "It's okay, my daddy won't hurt you. You saved me. I promised he would 267

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"Thank you, Mark, for helping me," Christy sobbed as she clutched the boy tightly to herself. The other men moved away quickly, having accomplished their deed. Mark was picked up by his father and they strode from the room. Christy went to Wolf and checked his bloody arm. The bullet had appeared to have gone through his flesh. "You will be all right, Wolf. You will be fine," Christy sobbed brokenly. She clasped him to her, grateful he would heal. He was her friend. He had saved her numerous times. Wolf clutched her to himself as well and she knew the feelings were reciprocated. "We need to get the hell out of here," Lando declared. "You think?" Wolf replied sarcastically. Lando sent him a narrowed look. Bodies were strewn haphazardly everywhere. Christy looked and was gratefully happy to see Tony was one of them. "Lando?" Christy questioned at his deep look of intense resolve. She had never seen such a strong sense of conviction on his face, and she could have sworn he was shaking, his emotions so intense. "It's going to be fine, sweetheart. I promise you I am finished with this type of life. Holding you, positive we were about to die, I wondered for the first time in my life if I had ever taken a man from his family. I couldn't help but realize perhaps the men who had begged my mercy to live had not been cowards. Perhaps their real terror had been in not wanting to be separated from their loved ones. I swear that won't happen to us. I'm going to take you and disappear. I'm 269

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going to take you and my child—our child—and we will vanish. Never again will I allow my true family to be at the mercy of another. Come on, sweetheart, we are leaving," Lando said and disengaged her arms from around Wolf. "Lando, he's hurt, we can't just leave him here, he took care of me," Christy cried out fretfully. "It's all right, sweetheart, I'll come back for him once you're safely in the car," Lando promised. He picked her up and held her closely to his chest, his head bowed into her hair. Once Christy was settled, Lando kissed her softly. She returned his kiss with passion. "I wished for you, Lando. Thank you for coming for me." "I heard you cry out for me, sweetheart. I heard your voice call out for me. I knew I had to return to find you. Leaving you was a mistake, but I won't ever make such a mistake again." Christy wondered at his words. Wolf had made her cry out his own name when she had been frightened. She had only been allowed to call for Lando in her mind and heart. How could Lando have heard her? Was it like the time with the Kodiak? How could he have heard her call to him in his mind? Suddenly Christy didn't care how he had heard. Lando was here; somehow he had found out she needed him desperately and he had come just in time to save her again. They had been reunited once more. She loved him more than anything. She knew he loved her. It was meant to be, a voice sounded in her head. 270

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Epilogue **** Christy was unaware that Lando watched from the bedroom doorway as she adjusted the mobile over the crib. She was humming softly to herself. She moved slowly to straighten one of a mountain of stuffed animals that sat bathed in light from a large window shining into the powder blue room. Sunlight danced warmly over the thick, light grey rug, lighting even the farthest corners pleasantly. Christy smiled serenely, admiring her handiwork, and was pleasantly surprised when Lando's powerful arms wrapped suddenly around her bulging middle. "You're home," Christy said, happily turning in his arms to embrace him gratefully. Lando chuckled softly, holding her close. "I told you I wouldn't be away long." "Even an hour is too long without you. Where did you go?" Christy asked curiously. Very rarely did Lando leave her unattended. "I needed to pick up a baby gift and I'll bet you never can guess who it's from." Secretively, Lando took Christy by the hand and led her to the large kitchen. Christy squealed delightedly when she saw a fat grey puppy waddling about the floor. Lando scooped the pup up and grandly handed it to her. Christy ran her cheek over his soft, fuzzy fur while it eagerly licked her face. 272

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"Oh, she's so cute," Christy exclaimed. "What's her name?" "He doesn't have a name yet," Lando replied. The puppy gave a huge yawn and settled into Christy's arms contentedly while she scratched behind his ears. "What kind of dog is he? He looks like a wolf," Christy said, studying the puppy closely. "That's because he is a wolf," Lando said, eyeing her anxiously. Christy took a deep breath. She continued to rub gently at the at the pup's soft fur. "I suppose Wolf wouldn't like it much if we named it after him," Christy mused. She immediately knew where the pup had come from. That Wolf had been able to find them was a bit unnerving, yet she did not fear him. She had helped Lando take care of Wolf for an entire month while nursing him back to health. Amusingly, Christy noted Lando had become quite adept at saving lives. He had even expressed compassion and sympathy for Wolf's helpless state. Wolf refused adamantly to see a doctor, realizing lines were still being drawn in his world of controlling dynasties, and he preferred to stay in hiding with them. Wolf had said he could be added protection for Christy while Lando went out to tie up loose ends and plan. Christy had felt it was herself and Lando who had been protecting Wolf in his weakened state. She knew their secret was safe with him. She had felt a great sadness when they had all finally separated. Christy had felt as though a member of her family were leaving. Wolf had kissed her forehead tenderly and joked softly with her that he was proud her culinary skills had improved. 273

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Embarrassed, Christy remembered both men gave her instructions in the kitchen. In her defense, she had argued that she had never been taught to cook; they had hired help. Christy had been confused, though, when Lando had tried to pay Wolf. Wolf had looked at Lando with deep meaning. Then just as quickly he once again wore the impassive expression that so unnerved Christy. Wolf then informed Lando he wanted the debt returned if he ever needed it. Blood for blood. Lando had simply nodded in understanding. If Wolf needed a loved one protected, Lando would protect them as if that person belonged to himself. The two men had clasped arms in a powerful grip. "I've never owned a pet before," Lando said, gently taking the pup into his large hands. "Then again, I've never had a wife before, nor had a baby on the way." Christy knew there were a great many things she gave to him. He had started out saving her life, yet she had in fact saved his. Lando had told her he never realized how desperately lonely he had been until she had come along. She gave him purpose. "What about Bullet?" Lando asked. He rubbed softly on the pup's fluffy head. "What about Sam?" Christy asked quietly. Thoughtfully, Lando looked at Christy. "Sam is a perfect name," he said gently. Christy smiled slowly. She reached out to caress one of Lando's arms. Their new life had been easy to become accustomed to. Neither was leaving anyone of importance behind. All of their loose ends had been tied. Christy loved 274

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their chalet out in the middle of nowhere. She did not miss the companionship of others as yet. Right now all she wanted was Lando. Christy knew when the baby came, their lives would change again. Perhaps by the time the baby was school age she would have healed enough to want to be around other people again, though she would always be wary. The hardest part for Christy had been giving up photography. She still loved to take pictures, but in her rounded state she found it hard to crouch and duck for the best shots. She had been so grateful when Lando had produced a camera for her. He had left bags of apples near the porch to entice moose, deer, and other wildlife. Christy had snapped shots happily, developing them in the darkroom Lando had made, until she realized no one but she and Lando would ever look upon them. Her photography career was finished. She had thought of another idea, and wondered how receptive Lando would be. "Lando?" Christy said tentatively. Lando put the wolf pup on one end of the large, over-stuffed couch amidst a large quilt, and, gathering Christy to him, he settled her on his lap at the other end. "What is it, kitten?" Lando asked. Christy breathed out audibly, somewhat annoyed. Wolf had used the name so often in front of Lando, he had decided he liked the nickname and used it himself frequently. Christy rolled her eyes at him in irritation while he chuckled softly. She once more centered on an important thought. "I was wondering how you would feel if I were to write a book," Christy said somewhat hesitantly. 275

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"About what?" Lando asked curiously. "About what happened to us," Christy replied, again hesitantly. "Christy..." Lando began, but she interrupted him. "Oh, please, I would change all the names. I can be very vague about the area we crashed in. I could right under a pseudonym. If they even wanted to see the story we could get a post office box, no one would ever know we even existed or were real," Christy begged. "You've been thinking about this for awhile, haven't you?" Lando asked thoughtfully. "I think people need to understand they shouldn't be afraid to love under any circumstance, whether or not they are scared. When they want to give up, they just need to hang on a little longer. They need to hold onto something or maybe even someone. You taught me that. Thank you for teaching me to love again," Christy said softly with meaning. "Thank you for teaching me to love," Lando countered. He ran a thumb gently across her slender jaw line. "Please, let me write our story, please," Christy pleaded with him. Lando sighed softly. She could see him relent. As always, her begging struck a chord within him. "All right, but I get to read it first and you can't get mad if I read over your shoulder, or add things, or remove things. I also don't want you portraying people in my old profession as just mindless, robotic killing machines like they do on TV. Remember, we also eat and breathe, and sometimes love and care for 276

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people. And I don't want you to give me some goofy nickname, either." "Speaking of names, I thought of one for the baby, since we know it will be a boy," Christy said, smiling cheekily. "And?" Lando asked, knowing that look. "What do you think of the name Logan?" Christy asked while playing with the exposed hair on his chest. "I think you're playing with fire, kitten," Lando said, gently stilling her hands, though he gazed tenderly upon her. Christy snuggled up to his broad chest, smiling contentedly, knowing he was pleased. I think Logan is a perfect name, a voice said in Christy's head. She concurred wholeheartedly. [Back to Table of Contents]

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About the Author My name is Connie Lynn Scholey. I currently reside in my Ontario home with my husband and my daughters and our bearded dragon. I developed a love of reading from my grandmother and mother at an early age. My publishing experience has been fantastic. I look forward to connecting with my readers. I can be emailed at [email protected] and can be found on Facebook under Connie Scholey or check out my web page at clscholey.yolasite.com. This is my first full length novel, and I have recently finished my third. [Back to Table of Contents]

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