Sail With Me (19 page)

“I know,” Delaney interrupted.
 
“They named him Brandon.
 
I remember when the Chief announced his birth, I even congratulated him.
 
Nothing seemed unusual.
 
And here he was, sleeping in a crib ten minutes from the police department the entire time.
 
It’s unbelievable.”
 

Laying her shopping bags on the bed, she walked over to Jake and sat on his lap.
 
Her shoulder was healing well, and she no longer needed the sling.
 
She positioned her body so she was facing him and her thighs were wrapped around his waist.
 
Holding his face in her hands she gave him a long hot kiss.
 
It was only minutes before she felt the stiffness in his pants poking at her.
 
Letting out a soft giggle, she told him to hold the position and that she would be right back.
 
Quickly changing in the bathroom, she studied herself in the full length mirror.
 
Not liking her hair, she took it out of the ponytail and shook it out.
 
It fell nicely around her shoulders and looked a little wild.
 
Going through her makeup bag she applied jet black liner and mascara and a sheer gloss.
 
Looking at herself one more time she used her hands to lift her breasts in an attempt to make them look fuller.
 
Slipping on her black stilettos she felt hotter than ever.
 

Jake had turned down the lighting and poured wine.
 
The balcony doors were open and the sky was filled with the city lights.
 
They stood staring at each for a few minutes, seeing who would make the first move.
 
Jake couldn’t take it any longer, the tight black dress she was wearing had him harder than a concrete slab and he could hear the blood pounding in his head.
 
He walked over and pressed himself against her.

Delaney could feel the heat between her legs and her triangle was already throbbing with desire.
 
His rough hands were now running up and down her black lace thigh-high stockings while he buried his face in her breasts.
 
Looking at her, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
 
“No Jake.
 
That’s not where I want it.”

He looked at her with a curious eagerness and put her down.
 
She had never taken the lead like this before, and he wanted to be dominated.
 
She took his hand and led him to the balcony.
 
He willingly followed as perverse thoughts raced his mind.
 
He couldn’t wait to get her undressed.
 
They kissed deeply as she leaned against the balcony railing.
 
The cool night air made her nipples even harder, making even the finest details of their lovely shape visible through the fabric covering them.
 
He couldn’t wait to hold them between his teeth.
 
Jake lifted her dress over her thighs as she watched his face.
 
His eyes suddenly jolted open and with a dirty look he said, “Mmm, you’re not wearing any panties.
 
Just how I like it.”
 
Dropping to his knees he tasted every bit of her, letting her take as much as she wanted.

She held her breasts and pinched her nipples as his tongue pranced over her body.
 
Grabbing his shoulders she pulled him back up to her and could see her wetness shining on his face.
 
“I want it from behind, Jake.”
 
She turned and bent over, looked out over the city and said, “Now Jake, take me now.”
 
Using his thigh he separated her legs even more and entered her from behind.
 
He couldn’t believe how wet she was, and was thrilled by the sound she made as he entered her.
 
He started slowly, gradually building up his pace and power.
 
He wanted to bring her to her peak over and over and hear her beg for more.
 
Within minutes he could feel her tight muscles squeezing him and hear the increasing quickness of her breath.

As she clutched the railing tighter, Jake told her, “Say my name Delaney, say it now.”
 
In a raspy voice she moaned out “Jake” and with that he pounded into her harder and deeper than ever before.
 
She gushed all over him and could feel her hot juices running down her thighs.
 
When she was finished he slowed down enough for her to recover but didn’t let her catch her breath completely.
 
He picked up his pace and rode her to delirium again.
 
When she couldn’t take any more he carried her to the bed and slipped back into her.
 
To his pleasure, she peaked again, and within seconds he let loose in her body.
 
They slept holding onto each other as only exhausted lovers can do.

Richard phoned early in the morning and Delaney answered on the second ring.
 
She and Jake had been awake going over the fine details of her plan.
 
Twirling her long hair around her finger, she explained it to her dad.
 
It made her feel good to hear her father’s confidence in her.
 
They decided to meet up in an hour at her parents’ cottage.
 
There they would review their plans and study the map to the American Embassy.
 
She had driven by it hundreds of times and had even been inside when she traveled with her father, but she wanted to make sure Jake was familiar with the route in case things went awry.
 
Dressing quickly, they packed their small bag and left.
 
Delaney was behind the wheel and the constant shifting gears were bothering her arm but she had to do it.
 
Knowing she would be recognized immediately, Jake was right when he said he had to be the one to take Andrew.
 
Delaney had considered calling Caroline to update her but decided at the last minute not to.
 
She needed to focus all of her energy and concentration on her plan and couldn’t become sidetracked with emotions.
 
Pulling up, she spotted her parents walking around their property.
 
She gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek before getting out.
 
In the sunlight, her parents looked their age and it made her heart feel sad.
 
She promised herself to call and visit more often.
 
“Mom, Dad, are you ready?”
 

“Can your old parents at least get a proper hug and kiss before we set off on this adventure?” asked her dad.
 
Delaney pulled them into her and told them how much she loved them.
 
Then her dad started talking about their plans.
 
“Once Jake gets the baby you must drive as fast as you can to the embassy.
 
As long as you make it through the gate you will be protected from the French authorities.
 
If you allow the police to capture you before you make it to safety, you will be held in a French prison for an indefinite amount of time.
 
There will be little I would be able to do to help you then.
 
You have to be fast.”

“Richard, I promise you I will deliver your daughter safely to the embassy.
 
I would never let anything happen to her.”
 
Gazing over at Delaney, he lightly touched her hair and let his fingers run through it.
 
He already experienced the feeling of losing her once and vowed he would never let something like that happen again.

“All right then.
 
Let’s go inside and listen to what they are doing.
 
If they stick to their routine they should be leaving shortly for a walk.”

Together they listened to the live stream of audio coming from the abductors’ room. The boom of Chief O’Malley’s voice filled the air as he was telling his wife they could never return to the United States.
 
There was a detectable quiver in the woman’s voice as she held back tears.
 
The sting of a slap was heard, and the heavy footsteps became fainter followed by the sound of a slamming door.
 
Now the woman let out a long and abysmal cry.
 
Several minutes went by before they heard the man return.
 
“Get yourself together, Becca, this is your mess.
 
If you were a real woman and could have a baby on your own we wouldn’t be here right now.
 
I knew it was a mistake marrying you.
 
You couldn’t even give descent head.”
 
For a brief second, Delaney’s heart broke for the woman. “You never even asked me where I got Brandon from that night I brought him home.
 
Did you think he just fell out of the sky?
 
He’s the kidnapped son of that crazy Caroline O’Sullivan.
 
And that religious nut Dr. Edmund Green who’s always telling everyone they’re going to hell is his father.
 
I wasn’t about to buy a kid without knowing who the real parents were.
 
I couldn’t take the chance of him being recognized as he grew up.
 
I knew who to avoid.”
 
Becca only cried louder.
 
Delaney thought back to the day she spoke with the Greens and recalled how insistent Dr. Green had become that she leave him and his family alone and was adamant that Caroline was just nuts.
 
Now she understood his defensiveness.

Andrew was playing and they could hear his babbling in the background. Delaney found peace by telling herself Becca did take care of him, and seemed to love the boy, even if it was a crazy love.
 
When they heard the door close and were certain they had left, they gathered into their separate cars.
 
Delaney and Jake followed her parents.
 
In less than ten minutes Richard had parked his car out of view and walked in the direction of the fake family.
 
He and Abigail held hands, pretending to be tourists enjoying the sites of France for the first time.
 
Jake wasn’t far behind and kept them in his sight.
 
He watched as her parents casually walked up and asked if they would mind taking their picture in front of a fountain.
 
Not giving the man a chance to say no, Abigail quickly shoved her blue Canon point and shoot camera into his hands.
 
Her and Richard took their time posing in multiple positions and could see Jake rapidly approaching.
 
Little Andrew was sleeping in an umbrella stroller holding onto his blanket.
 
Abigail looked at the boy with sorry eyes.
 
She hoped the transition to his real mother wouldn’t be too difficult on him.
 
The woman had let go of the stroller to bend down and tie her shoe.
 
As the camera clicked away, Jake came jogging up in his workout clothes.
 
He looked like any other person going for a morning run through the park.
  
Suddenly he burst into a sprint and ran directly to the group.
 
Reaching down he lifted Andrew from the stroller only to find that he was buckled in.
 
This possibility had never been considered, and he fumbled with the safety belt as the woman screamed.
 
As the big man turned to tackle Jake, Richard put out his foot to trip him.
 
When he landed Abigail gave him a knock in the head with her pocketbook.
 
The sound of screeching wheels got their attention and Delaney raced around the corner in the smart car.
 
She pulled up and flung the passenger door open.
 
The man looked up from the ground and recognized her immediately. “Delaney, you bitch.
 
I’ve always hated you.
 
I was hoping you were dead by now.”

Taking off her sunglasses, she looked down at him and said, “Sorry to disappoint you again, Chief.
 
You and your wife will have a lot of time to think about me behind bars.
 
See you in court.”

Jake tried to jump in the car holding Andrew tightly to his chest.
 
He felt tugging and turned to see the chief’s wife holding onto the baby’s legs.
 
Andrew was screaming and his little body was being twisted.
 
Abigail picked up a large rock and whacked her full force in the back of the head.
 
The sudden pain made her fall to the ground and release her grip on Andrew.
 
Together Jake and Andrew fell into the car and Delaney sped away.
 
Watching her parents in the mirror, she could see them running to their car and her father’s hand to his ear as he phoned the French authorities.

The officials in the American embassy were waiting for them.
 
A pediatrician was there to examine Andrew and declared him healthy.
 
Becca O’Malley was taken by ambulance to the hospital to treat her head wound.
 
It was less than an hour later when Chief O’Malley had confessed everything to the French and American authorities.
 
The baby was indeed Andrew. He explained how Dr. Wu died before even knowing his brother sold the baby.
 
Andrew was in the black bag Dr. Wu was carrying when he left the hospital.
 
He gave the bag to Joseph in the parking lot and before he even made it back to the eighth floor Joseph had sold Andrew to him for five grand in cash and a promise to keep him out of prison.
 
It had taken less than a minute to make the exchange.
 
Dr. Wu had died from his brain tumor that night and had no idea what his brother had done.