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I swallow, but my throat is so dry it catches. I can feel my breathing become heavy, I can’t catch my breath. “You’re a sick son-of-a-bitch.”

He moves and pounces for me, slamming me against the wall before I even realise what’s happening.

“You have no idea just how fucking sick I am. You see I wanted a piece of you, so does my Da. But the deal is that we leave you untouched. Your Da reckons you’ll be more inclined to keep working and supplying him with money if we don’t touch you.”

I turn my face away from him, his breath smells like alcohol and cigar smoke. I close my eyes as he runs his tongue from my jaw to the corner of my eye. He has one arm locked across my collar pinning me in place. I try to push him off me, but he’s too heavy and the way he’s positioned gives him a sturdier stance. He moves his other hand up my stomach, all the way up to my breast, squeezing my left one so hard it takes everything in me not to cry out.

“Liam.” I hear my dad yell. Liam just laughs and winks at me before turning to face my dad. “What?”

“We agreed she was off limits. Please remove your hands from her.”

Liam tsk’s but takes a step back from me.

“Thank you,” I whisper to my dad. My head snaps up when I hear him laugh.

“I didn’t do it for you. I still need you to sign those papers. I think you should sign them, or… maybe I’ll just let Liam do whatever he wants to you.”

“What? Are you serious? You’d let him touch me? You’d let him rape me?”

“Oh, Isabella.” He sighs rubbing his face. “He can do whatever the fuck he wants to you. All I’m interested in is your money. You’re just like your mother a selfish waste of space. Now please just sign those papers so I can get the fuck away from you.”

I can’t hold them back any longer, the tears start to fall. I wrap my arms around myself not knowing what else to do. “Everybody was right about you. I fought so hard for them to see you differently. But you really are just a piece of shit. I hate you.”

He huffs out a sigh turning to leave, stopping just as he reaches the door turning to look at me over his shoulder, “Liam, she’s all yours. Do whatever you want with her. Just make sure you get her signature on the document that hands everything over to me.” And with that he walks out the door, closing it behind him. Trapping me in here with Liam.

I try to run toward the door, I’m not sure where I plan on going, but I don’t make it far before he grabs me and throws me against the wall. I slide down it but quickly try to pull myself up. I don’t get a chance though before Liam reaches down yanking me to my feet by my arm. He slams me into the dresser knocking everything off then spinning me and throwing me onto the bed. I try to climb across it to the other side, but he pulls me back by my ankle. Climbing on top of me, his body pressed into my back. He places his hand on the side of my head pushing it into the mattress. I try bucking him off, but he just laughs at my pathetic efforts.

“This would be so much better if Killian could see what I was doing to you. I’m still going to enjoy it though.” He leans down, I cry out as he licks the back of my neck. But then he stops, we hear yelling and movement from downstairs. Then all of a sudden, we hear gunshots.

“Fuck.” Liam curses climbing off me, I quickly jump up, but he spins me around to face him then hits me across the face splitting my lip in the process. He pushes me back down on the bed and then gets into my face. “Fucking stay put. Once I’ve dealt with whatever this shit is you and I are going to have some fun.” He quickly runs out the door, but in his haste forgets to lock it.

I head to the door. Ready to run. I have to try and make it out, I have to try and escape, but I freeze when I hear more shouting and gunshots ring out from downstairs. Only they aren’t just downstairs. I can hear them in the hallway, and they are getting closer. I’m either getting out of here tonight or I am royally fucked.

Chapter 38

When Ronan called me a little while ago to tell me they believed they knew where Bella was, there was no question as to whether I would turn our flight around. I’d already had us headed to her location before I’d even ended the call.

Within minutes I had all the intel I needed on the location, including how many people live in the town and how many people were in that house. Thankfully the Russo’s appear to have bought out most of the residences in the town itself so there aren’t many civilians living there now. But in the house, we know that there are at least thirty people including Bella. My intel also tells me that Liam and his father are also on site and that Bella’s father was also seen there only a few hours ago. I checked with Ronan, and he confirmed the same information had been given to them. It turns out the piece of shit is working with Liam, and he’s the reason that his daughter is there to begin with.

“Avtoritet.” I get the attention of my men, ensuring I speak in English as I have four men from Seamus’s crew with us today. They had been working with us in Ireland when we were tracking leads on Bella. When those leads ran dry and we arranged to move to deal with some of our own enemies in Greece, they offered to come and help.

Knowing what we are headed toward, I gave them the option of bailing out. But they know the O’Farrells. They know Bella. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to walk away.

I stand making sure everyone has eyes on me. “We are ten minutes out from our target. There are at least thirty individuals in that house including Bella. We believe she is being held in a bedroom on the second floor. We have no way of knowing what kind of condition she is in, so we need to ensure that she is rescued as swiftly as possible. We also have instructions from the O’Farrells. Liam and his father are to be captured alive. The rest is free game. Is everyone clear?” I look around at my men, each one giving me a nod letting me know they understand the plan. I turn to the Irish they look from one another then back to me, the red-haired guy I think his name is Shaun, speaks up. “What about Bella’s Da? Isn’t he still in there?”

“There is no instruction regarding her father, I don’t care what you do with him.”

I move to the back of the plane, checking my weapons. I need a minute away from my men.

I was raised to live in this life, the Bratva, crime, killing it’s what I live for. I love the rush it gives me. But I’ve always wanted more. I wanted my own family, a woman to come home to children running around. I never thought I could bring a woman into this life until I started spending more time with the O’Farrells and Killian. Watching him with his woman, the love he has for her and how she handles this life, gave me hope.

I may never have settled down, but I understand what it feels like to love someone. And to lose them, granted I didn’t lose her to this life. I lost her to another man, but I see her and the life that she’s living, the life he’s giving her every day. And I know he’s the right man for her. She chose right when she chose him. He’ll give her – them, the life they deserve. And she’ll never truly know how I felt.

This mission is a suicide mission, we all know it. There are only fifteen of us including the four Irish. Not all of us will make it out alive, this I know. But I promised Killian that I would do everything I could to save his woman before he gets there, and I intend to keep that promise, no matter what it takes.

We roll up forty feet away from the house and move in quietly on foot. There are seven simple foot soldiers positioned in strategic places around the building, my men move in and take each one out silently, and within less than a minute we are stood outside the entrances to the property. I send off a quick message to Ronan to let him know we’re moving in. They won’t be far behind us, but I’m planning on this being wrapped up by the time they get here. I look across to my second, Yuri and give the go-ahead. He reaches up to his ear, opening up the comms channel to everyone, before yelling, “`Na voynu.” In one swift movement, we storm the building as one, yelling and shooting at anything in our way.

I run through the building heading straight for the stairs and cutting down anyone in my path, I’m so focussed on getting up there I don’t realise until it’s too late that there are two men on my left. One rushes at me while the other grabs at my gun pulling it from my grip. My head slams into a dresser on the side as we hit the floor. We roll around hitting each other, each one of us trying to get the upper hand. He has me pinned down, his knife inches from my eye. I push on his arm trying to keep it away from my face, my other hand grips the side of his head and I plunge my thumb into his eye. He screams and rears back giving me the opportunity to kick him off me. From the corner of my eye, I see another one of the men moving toward me, I roll away just as he brings down his foot in the place my head was just at.

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