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She glowered at me
then huffed in resignation. “I dunno what happened, Lucas. One minute she was
talking to us, the next that bastard turned up and barked some sort of command
at her and she just… slackened and followed him.”

“What command?” I
asked quietly and clenched my fist in preparation for her answer.

“Something, uhh… Stand
and… bind. That was it, stand and bind.”

I groaned loudly and
closed my eyes in desolation
“Fuck!!”

“Is that bad?” Ava
asked as we entered the small observation cubicle which housed the many
monitors displaying the airport scenery.

“Huh, oh yeah. It
overrules all other master’s commands and it means she is now bound to him
completely, and knowing how deep Red’s submissive proficiency lies, then she
will obey every single fucking thing he orders her to do.”

Shit, this was
fucking bad. This was the worst thing that could have happened and Red was now
in deep danger, he would punish her severely and I knew we had to get her out
of his charge as quick as possible.

“There” Nate
exclaimed as he pointed towards one of the screens and the security guy, whose
nametag read Doug, poked at a couple of buttons and Red’s face became larger.

The terror and pain
in her expression made my gut clench tightly and I grit my teeth against the
fear that enveloped me.

Doug pressed a few
more buttons and a sequence of images appeared on the largest screen. There
were a total of nine split images and it relayed the route that Red and Diablo
had taken, right through to where he ushered her into a black BMW.

Ava was already
relaying the registration number to Mason on her phone and she handed what
looked like an e-mail address to Doug, who then proceeded to e-mail the images
through to Mason.

Ava smiled widely at
him and then pulled a wad of notes out of her bag and passed them to Doug with
a wink and a thank you.

Money actually did
seem to buy everything, even confidential images from the airport surveillance. 

As we exited the
office and made our way across the airport I caught sight of someone who I had
seen before but couldn’t place.

It was still bugging
me as I climbed into my car.

We had arranged to
meet back at Mason’s and develop some sort of plan to find Red, but I already
knew she’d be halfway to Sheffield by now. But I would go and join the mob to
figure out a strategy before I went gung ho and stormed every square inch of
the Yorkshire city.

I fired up the
engine and frowned as the man’s face swarmed my mind again. “Think Lucas, damn
it!”

I sat silent with my
eyes closed for a while, demanding myself to rack through every single memory
to find the face.

My eyes snapped open
when it came to me “Fuck me! Andrew.”

I shot back out of
the car and raced back into the building, my eyes skimming every section of the
huge open space.

“Come on…”

I moved rapidly
through the throng of people, my eyes alert and searching as I combed every
corner, every group of people and every piece of that damn airport but he was
gone.

“Shit” I hissed out
as I slammed my fist into a nearby information board, much to the disgust of an
elderly woman who looked at me like I had just stolen her weekly pension.

I growled at her, my
mood severely shameless as I pictured a bound and bleeding Red. She growled
back, her large white dentures rattling with force against the rumble and I
actually took a step away from her and held up a hand “Sorry.”

She continued to
glare at me as I backed up and then I turned and walked solemnly back to my
car.

***

“His name is Dante
Accosi, age 36, originally born in Messina, Sicily to a local whore Gia Accosi,
who was brutally killed by one of her punters when Dante was 11. He currently
has 3 estates in Italy, 2 in America; 1 in Dallas and 1 in San Diego and 2 in
Britain; Sheffield and London” Sam informed us as Mason paced the room on the
phone to a private security firm he used.

“I’m gonna take
Sheffield. Just got a feeling about it, give me the address and I’ll make my
way up now” I told Sam who frowned and tipped his chin to Mason, “Better wait
for the word, Lucas.”

“God damn it! Do you
even realise what he’ll be doing to her while we sit here like a bunch of
pussy’s and
talk
?” I growled.

Mason approached my
side and placed his hand on my shoulder “You gonna fill me in what’s going off
between you and little Willow?”

I sighed heavily and
bit my lower lip, trying to control my temper about all the bloody time
wasting.

“We… we got involved
for a while but, it’s complicated, that’s all.”

“Like fuck complicated.
You feel more than complicated over her; you’re chomping at the fucking bit
over her!” Mason glowered at me and I clenched my fist in anger.

“Do you even know
what that piece of fucking shit will do to her?” I retorted angrily.

Mason scoffed and
widened his eyes on me “If anybody has any sort of clue what he will do, then I
have fucking witnessed it first-hand. Believe me Lucas, going in all guns blazing
will not work with him. His security is tighter than a Vegas slot machine.”

“Do you think I’ll
be able to get in?” Ava asked from where she sat on the floor with one of her
kids.

Mason snorted at her
and shook his head slowly. She shrugged “Worth a try.”

“I know you’d wipe
the floor with him baby, but no… just not a fucking hope in hell.”

“Well we’ve gotta do
fucking something!” I demanded and then a thought occurred to me “Are you still
good friends with William at the Panther?”

Mason nodded in
reply and I proceeded to tell him about my hunch concerning Andrew “I don’t
think it’s a coincidence he was in that airport. If anything I think he was
staking us out, watching what we did when Red went.”

Mason nodded then
picked up his phone and phoned William and before long we had an address of the
sly bastard and we we’re on our way to obtain Red’s location, and I knew with
Mason present, we would acquire the information from Andrew.

Whether he would be
breathing when we left was unknown as yet, but to be honest, as long as he gave
us Red’s whereabouts, I didn’t give a shit what happened to him.

Chapter 15

Layla

    I sat silent on the bed already
naked and full of shame.

   The area he had brought me to was
unfamiliar but I knew we were still in London. We hadn’t travelled long enough
to be anywhere else.

I sighed deeply as I
shivered, remembering his silent fury as he led me into the room that was now
my holding cell.

His reticence had
frightened me more than his rage and I knew he had something
nasty
in
mind for my punishment.

I cast another
glance over the suite I was situated in. It was plush, comfortable and modern
and was complete with a walk-in wardrobe and en-suite bathroom and I timidly
took a look in the wardrobe.

My heart sank when I
realised he had filled it with clothes ready for me.

He had obviously
been planning my suppression for a while and had prepared things beforehand.

I used the toilet
and washed my face before settling back on the bed and just waited, waited for
my punishment, waited for my Master’s calm wrath and waited for the pain that I
knew would come.

As soon as I heard
the door open, I slid off the bed and took position on my knees as I rested my
forehead on the floor and placed my hands beside my head, palms down flat to
the carpet.

He silently circled
me and I physically felt the rage he emitted.

I groaned faintly as
I felt the whip slash my back, its sear slicing through my delicate skin; skin
that hadn’t been torn for six years and now unused to the harsh thrash.

“Why do you continue
to plague me, Kayla?”

I didn’t answer him,
I wasn’t expected to.

I closed my eyes as
the crop hit again; knowing any outburst of sound would encourage further,
harder beats.

“Do you even begin
to comprehend what I have done to locate you?”

Another slash and
this time I whimpered against the pain as he positioned it over the exact same
position of the previous one.

He sighed heavily
before he gripped my hair and pulled my head up. He crouched before me, his
face close to mine as he stared straight into my soul.

“Who is he? You may
speak” he merely asked and I felt the pull in my stomach when I knew what would
happen when I refused to answer his question.

I didn’t speak, just
looked at him and gulped. “Do not fucking challenge me, Kayla. I am so near to
losing my self-restraint with you.”

“Just someone who
goes into the club where I work, Master” I tried, praying with everything I had
that he would take it as an honest answer.

I sighed in relief
as he nodded and released his grip on my hair.

His heavy booted
foot stamped on my head, forcing it flat on the floor as he kept its position
atop my head, my face pushed into the pile of the plush carpet.

The room titled as
my vision blurred at the force he had trampled me with and I closed my eyes as
he ground his foot deeper against me.

“You have one more
chance to pacify me before I really decide to hurt you” he hissed out as he
pushed his foot further into me.

I was struggling to
breathe in the deep pile and I frantically tried to turn my face to the side.

“I advise you to be
truthful this time Kayla and I may even be lenient when I take you, because
currently I have the urge to rip you in fucking two and make you bleed. Does
this knowledge slacken your evasiveness?”

“I only know him as
Hunter, Master. He is a Dom at the club.”

I prayed that the
half-truth would appease him and I gulped in large frantic breaths when he
lifted his foot.

He stepped back and
I remained flat to the ground awaiting his next command as I fought against the
bile that was desperately threatening to choke me.

“Belly” he demanded
and I instantly lay flat on my front with my hands draped the length of my body
and my legs spread wide as I prepared for his intrusion.

I could hear his
heavy breathing and I knew he was hard for me and my stomach rolled when I knew
what was coming before he commanded it.

I closed my eyes as
I heard him lower his zip and I prayed to God he would be merciful with me but
I knew before I finished my prayer that he would make this as painful as
possible.

***

When I woke it was
dark and I groaned when every inch of my body screamed in agony. I tried to
move my legs but everything was so sore, it was too painful.

I needed the toilet
and grit my teeth as I pushed myself off the bed.

My head hurt where
he had yanked forcefully at my hair and I squinted at the dim light that came
from the small lamp in the corner of the room.

I stumbled as my
knees gave way and I grabbed onto the en-suite doorframe before I ended up in
heap on the floor.

I managed to relieve
myself, wincing at the sting, and filled the heavy tub with water and some posh
bubbly shit Diablo always had me bathe in.

He had once told me
the smell of it reminded him of his mother so it was the only stuff I was allowed
to use.

I groaned as I sank
into it, the soap in the crème stung my back and between my legs, but I forced
myself further down and closed my eyes, pressing my body to relax.

Lucas’s face swam in
my head and I bit my lip as my heart ached. I had been as evasive as I could be
when Diablo had demanded his name, and I had paid the price for my vagueness
but I would never give up his real name or any other information about him. I
knew that as soon as it left my lips, Lucas would be dead, just for touching
me.