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Micah.

He was standing about eight feet away
from us, glowering at Dolph like a storm cloud, holding the sharpened spear
he’d made for fishing in a tight fist.

Dolph had taken the holster off and laid
it down in the sand. He was crouched down like a crab, looking up as though
Bigfoot had just stepped out of the trees and stood in front of him.

And, in fact, he had.

It took just a fraction of a second for
Dolph to spin on his hands and knees, pop open the holster, and withdraw the
pistol. As soon as I saw him move, I started screaming at Micah.

“NO, Micah! NO! NO! Run, goddamn you!
MICAH! NO! NO!”

Dolph pulled the pistol up in front of
him, took aim, and pulled the trigger just as Micah dodged to the side and
disappeared back into the forest.  I melted into the sand, one giant pee puddle
of terror. 

Dolph got to his feet. I could see he
was shaking. He looked down at me with wide eyes.

“What the fuck was
that?”

What should I tell him? I just stared up
at him and blinked. Could I play dumb? I’d been pretty good at it when dealing
with Calvin.

Fooling Dolph wasn’t quite so easy.  He
dropped to his knees in front of me with a vicious look on his face.  Gripping
a fistful of my hair, he yanked my head back so hard I swear I heard my vertebrae
grind together.

“Who the fuck was that? You called him
by name, you treacherous bitch! Who is he?”

I took a deep breath.  “His name is
Micah. He was already on the island when I got here.  I think he’s been here a
long time.”

He let me go and stood up, looking off
in the direction Micah had disappeared. “The son-of-a-bitch is
naked
.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

He turned around and backhanded me
across the face so hard my eyes watered. I glared up at him.  Dolph had just
moved himself to Number One on the ‘
List of People I am Going to Kill’.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you dare say it like that! Like
it’s…like it’s wrong and disgusting!  It’s not like that with us!”  I was so
pissed I was barely able to talk.

He knelt down in front of me, a look of
sheer astonishment on his face.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Fuck you!”

He cuffed me across the other cheek,
though not as hard. I really needed to learn to keep my mouth shut.

“Change of plans, lover. We’re staying
here until I kill that son-of-a-bitch.”

My heart did a complete 180 and
dive-bombed into my stomach. 

“Dolph…no!  Please…no!”

He wasn’t listening to me.  He was
checking the bullets in the clip, making sure he had enough to do the job.

He looked at me and smiled a carnivorous
smile that chilled me to the bone.

“How do you feel about being bait,
Gianna?”

I didn’t really feel very fucking good
about it at all.

~***~

Micah tried several more times to rescue
me before the sun went down.  I wanted him to stop.  My heart couldn’t take
anymore.

It didn’t take him long to figure out
that the gun was a great big NO. Dolph managed to get a shot or two off at him
every time, but Micah was quick on his feet. He’d dodge and weave, then
disappear back into the jungle.  I could see he was getting frustrated.

I could only imagine what he must be
thinking.  Someone had taken his Gee, and he wanted her back.

Gee wanted to get back to him too, but
with her hands tied behind the palm tree, she wasn’t going anywhere.  I pulled
and tugged at the nylon cords that bound my wrists, but they weren’t budging.

Dolph was Mr. Cocky when it was
daylight, but he got spooked after it got dark. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t
want him to hit me again.

Micah had been quite persistent in his
efforts to retrieve me from Dolph. In fact, he’d managed to intimidate the hell
out of Dolph with his sheer physical, naked presence and a handmade fishing
spear.

“Goddammit, I should have taken you to
the yacht when I had the chance,” he spat. He was crouched down beside me. I
could hear him fiddling around with the pistol.

“He’s never going to give up. He’s going
to keep trying until he gets me back. He loves me.” 

Dolph delivered a brutal kick to my
thigh with a booted foot. The boots were fisherman’s wading boots; they had
metal studs in the soles. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch! I
need to figure things out, and I don’t need you flapping your pie hole!”

My body had taken just about all the
abuse it could handle for the day. I shut up.

 Hours passed, and nothing happened. Dolph
sat down in the sand, the pistol in his lap. Eventually, he slumped over.  I
could hear his breathing even out, finally becoming slow and deep.  He’d gone
to sleep.

There was no sleep for me though. Not
with my shoulders stretched to the breaking point. I had no feeling in my arms
or hands.

Scratch that. I
did
have feeling
in my hands.  Micah was behind the tree, quietly, deftly cutting the rope that
bound my wrists!  

My wrists were free. Blood surged into
my tortured fingers.  I choked back a sob of relief.

I spared a glance at the dark mound
curled up beside me. Dolph was still asleep. I rolled slowly to the side,
intending to get to my hands and knees and crawl behind the tree. Micah, my
impatient, impetuous, adorable man, reached around the trunk, snagged me around
the waist, and pulled me back to him.

Micah covered my face with kisses, but I
fended him off.  We had to get the hell away from Dolph, and we had to do it
fast.

With a finger to my lips, I shushed
him.  I took him by the hand and dragged him off into the dark.

Chapter
Fourteen

 

Dolph Theobald was an asshole, but he
wasn’t stupid.

My plan was to have him chase us all
over the island shooting at us until he ran out of bullets.  Then we were going
to jump him and kill him. Somehow. After all, there were
two
of us.

He didn’t chase us though. He didn’t
have to.

That fucker took up residence with his 9
mm pistol right next to the only source of fresh water on the island.

I wanted to cry. In fact, I did, but I
took care not to let Micah see me.

Micah held me against him while I mentally
went over the options.  There weren’t any. We’d both dehydrate quickly in this
heat if we didn’t have fresh water available to us.

Dolph had been paid to find me and
deliver me to Calvin.  I was more valuable alive than dead.  Not so for my poor
Micah.

I knew what I had to do. I wanted to
rage and scream and fight and shake my fist at the sky at the injustice of it
all, but I had no choice. I had to give myself up to Dolph, but only if he
agreed not to hurt Micah. Otherwise, I’d disappear into the island and allow
myself to die beside the man I loved.  Calvin and Dolph could just go fuck
themselves.

I made love to Micah all night that
night.  I didn’t let him rest for a minute, rousing him with my hands and
mouth, insisting that he stay hard for me.  I really think I wore him out
instead of the other way around.

God, I wanted to
remember
.  My
life was going to be over as soon as I got into the skiff with that bastard,
and I wanted to hold on to Micah as long as I could.  I wanted to keep him in
my heart and my memories and
never, ever
lose him.  I would always
belong to him, and he to me, even if we couldn’t be together.

I left him while it was still dark,
sleeping in the foliage, hidden from view.  I didn’t even kiss his head.  I
didn’t want to wake him.

I walked to the falls and stood on the
other side of the pool. Dolph was awake, reclining against the edge of the
rocks. I could see the glowing end of the cigarette he held in his fingers.

“Dolph.”  I sounded lost, hopeless. I
hated myself for what I was about to do.

“Gianna.”

“I’ll give myself up to you, but only if
you promise not to hurt Micah.  We need to leave now.”

“We can’t leave now, lover. It’s dark.”

“Then as soon as we possibly can.  He
won’t stop trying to get me back.”

“What if I refuse?”

“You won’t.”

“You sound so sure.”

“If you refuse, I’ll turn around right
now and go back to him. You can sit here by the only fresh water on the island
and rot. We’ll die together, Micah and I. You won’t come after me because Micah
scares you. You’ll have my dead body, but you’ll have to explain to Calvin why
he has to go to jail for my death. I’m covered with bruises from you, and it
will be clear to everyone that I didn’t drown. Calvin won’t take the rap
himself. He’ll turn on you. You’ll go to jail too.”

He chuckled in the dark, a very evil
sound. “You’ve really given this some thought, haven’t you? Does he mean that
much to you?”

“Yes. He does.”

The moon outlined him in shadow.   He
got up, threw the cigarette he’d been smoking down in the sand, and turned
toward me.

“I give you my word I won’t hurt him. 
On your knees with your hands behind you, Gianna.”

I dropped to my knees, wishing I had a
sword I could fall on instead.

~***~

Dolph tied me securely, then wrapped the
rope around his wrist and pulled me over next to him. He slept spooned tightly
against my back, in case Micah tried to snatch me back.

The forced intimacy made me physically
ill, but I managed to fall asleep.  I was just so emotionally exhausted I
couldn’t do anything else.

When I woke up, the sun was high in the
sky. I freaked out.  We needed to be off the island before Micah woke up!

Dolph had one foot up on the rocks
around the pool, sharpening a knife against them.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? We need to
leave now!  You said we’d leave as soon as we possibly could!”

He snickered, evil incarnate.  “No.
You
said that.” He didn’t appear to be in any hurry to get things moving.

I struggled to sit up, a fairly
impossible task with your hands tied behind you.

“C’mon, let’s go! You promised!”

He turned to me, those black snake eyes
full of mirth. “What did I promise, lover?”

Goosebumps the size of Mount Everest
rose up all over me. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you.  I told you I
wouldn’t
hurt
him. I didn’t say I wouldn’t
kill
him.”

“Goddamn you, you fucking piece of
shit!” I threw the verbal book at him. I had nothing to lose now.

He smacked me again. Hard.

“Go ahead and hurt me, you fucker! Beat
me to death! I don’t care anymore! Take me back to Tiago as one giant bruise
and see what the cops have to say about that! Don’t think I’m not going to tell
them what a miserable bastard you are!”

He picked me up by my shoulders and
threw me against the rocks by the pool.  I’m sure they bit into my bound hands
and back, but I was too pissed off to feel them.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,
Gianna.  I’m going to fuck you right here on the rocks.  I’m going to show him
in the clearest possible way that you belong to me. He’s going to watch as I
take you like the slut you are.”  He ripped the sarong off of me and threw it into
the sand.

I tried to roll away, but he grabbed me
by the throat and forced me back against the rocks. I couldn’t do a freaking
thing to stop him.

He unzipped his jeans, fished around for
a second, then popped an already hard penis out into the open. Pushing my legs
open with his knees, he settled himself between my thighs. I felt bile rise up
in my throat.

“Do you see me here, you naked bastard!”
he called loudly. “I’m about to fuck her! She’s mine now! How does that make
you feel?”

Dolph bent over and tried to kiss me,
but I turned my head away. He shook me violently.  “Look at me, cunt!”

 I wouldn’t do it. I was done trying to
appease him.  “Fuck off, asshole!” I choked.

He reached down between his legs and
grasped his penis. He moved it against me, searching...I closed my eyes and
tried to die.

Dolph’s weight was suddenly off of me. I
heard a clean snapping sound, like a branch breaking.  Bewildered, I opened my
eyes and looked up.

Micah stood over me with one arm around
Dolph’s waist, the other around his neck.  Dolph looked...funny. His eyes were
open wide, staring at me, but they were glassy. I got the feeling he didn’t see
me at all.

 I shook my head. Once again my brain
would not process what was right in front of my eyeballs.

Dolph and Micah were pressed chest to
chest, yet Dolph was looking at me.  His head was...backward. I blinked.

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