Chapter Twenty-two - Tropical fears and Cold Cells…
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I can smell salt on the breeze as it blows across my face sending my hair whirling around my pillow. It is warm here and smells like the ocean. My sheets smell fresh and clean, not at all what I was expecting from my jail.
Is that where I am?
I don’t know nor do I care. I am happy in my cocoon of warmth and safety. Rough, calloused hands work their way up my sides and need at my breasts.
“Oh God…” I rasp out and I am startled at the sound of my own voice. It was horse and wanton. This seemed only to spur my companion on as I could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressed into my backside. He slid his hands my hips using them to grind himself harder against me.
I rolled to face him and smiled widely as I opened my eyes. Pale blue eyes and dark chocolate hair. The handsome jaw line I was so accustomed to was covered in a light beard. He was so beautiful it almost hurt.
He was peering down on me; his head propped in his hand. His eyes were hooded and glowing with emotion.
Jasper.
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Bella
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I can smell salt on the breeze as it blows across my face sending my hair whirling around my pillow. It is warm here and smells like the ocean. My sheets smell fresh and clean, not at all what I was expecting from my jail.
Is that where I am?
I don’t know nor do I care. I am happy in my cocoon of warmth and safety. Rough, calloused hands work their way up my sides and need at my breasts.
“Oh God…” I rasp out and I am startled at the sound of my own voice. It was horse and wanton. This seemed only to spur my companion on as I could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressed into my backside. He slid his hands my hips using them to grind himself harder against me.
I rolled to face him and smiled widely as I opened my eyes. Pale blue eyes and dark chocolate hair. The handsome jaw line I was so accustomed to was covered in a light beard. He was so beautiful it almost hurt.
He was peering down on me; his head propped in his hand. His eyes were hooded and glowing with emotion.
Jasper.
Was I dreaming?
He leaned in and I rose up to meet him. Just as our noses touched his whispered breath ghosted across my lips. “I want you, Cara.”
I jerked awake gasping and panting for breath. Caius was there just inches from my face and his eyes were boring into my very soul. He looked very upset by something and I wondered what I might have said in my sleep.
“Forgive me,” Caius said rising off the bed. “I could not seem to help myself.”
He apologized but he looked far from sorry.
I felt sick as the realization hit me that he had in fact kissed me. I wiped furiously with the sleeve of my shirt and I was hit was the startling conclusion that I had no sleeve.
I was naked; wrapped in nothing more than a thin sheet. I couldn’t stop the blush that rose to my cheeks in my embarrassment. Caius smirked at me but said nothing.
“You know, my lady,” he started not even attempting to turn away from my undressed state. “You are far more lovely in person than I was prepared for.”
I had no idea what he could possible mean by that but it was creepy nonetheless.
I tugged at the sheet; pulling it tighter to my body. I was getting angrier the longer he stared at me. “What do you mean to do with me?” I asked in tone I hoped came out somewhat respectful. I already hated this man but I was no longer in the dank prison so I was not about to burn that bridge just yet. However, if he tried to kiss me again I couldn’t be held responsible for the loss of his male anatomy.
He leaned in and I rose up to meet him. Just as our noses touched his whispered breath ghosted across my lips. “I want you, Cara.”
I jerked awake gasping and panting for breath. Caius was there just inches from my face and his eyes were boring into my very soul. He looked very upset by something and I wondered what I might have said in my sleep.
“Forgive me,” Caius said rising off the bed. “I could not seem to help myself.”
He apologized but he looked far from sorry.
I felt sick as the realization hit me that he had in fact kissed me. I wiped furiously with the sleeve of my shirt and I was hit was the startling conclusion that I had no sleeve.
I was naked; wrapped in nothing more than a thin sheet. I couldn’t stop the blush that rose to my cheeks in my embarrassment. Caius smirked at me but said nothing.
“You know, my lady,” he started not even attempting to turn away from my undressed state. “You are far more lovely in person than I was prepared for.”
I had no idea what he could possible mean by that but it was creepy nonetheless.
I tugged at the sheet; pulling it tighter to my body. I was getting angrier the longer he stared at me. “What do you mean to do with me?” I asked in tone I hoped came out somewhat respectful. I already hated this man but I was no longer in the dank prison so I was not about to burn that bridge just yet. However, if he tried to kiss me again I couldn’t be held responsible for the loss of his male anatomy.
I would cut his balls off in a second if I thought I could get away with it.
“Well, Cara, I mean to keep you hear until the Master is able to get away undetected. After that will be up to him.” He raised a hand to touch my hair and I flinched away. His once infallible smile turned down.
Shit!
“You would do well to remember who it has been that has kept you safe thus far.” His voice had turned hard; nothing like the soft silk it had been up until this point.
I ducked my head but what I really wanted to do was kick at him and spit in his face.
Safe? Was he fucking joking?
I was being held against my will for reasons unknown. I still had no understanding as to why I was even here. I guess that would be revealed when his Master arrived. He might as well piss in the wind if he thought I would bow down to that motherfucker.
I took a second to take in my surrounding and gasped. My bedroom was immaculate. The white lines against the terracotta tile gave it a tropical feel and with reason. Out each window a new view of the ocean could be seen. If not for being in the situation I was in I would have found it very appealing.
“Well, Cara, I mean to keep you hear until the Master is able to get away undetected. After that will be up to him.” He raised a hand to touch my hair and I flinched away. His once infallible smile turned down.
Shit!
“You would do well to remember who it has been that has kept you safe thus far.” His voice had turned hard; nothing like the soft silk it had been up until this point.
I ducked my head but what I really wanted to do was kick at him and spit in his face.
Safe? Was he fucking joking?
I was being held against my will for reasons unknown. I still had no understanding as to why I was even here. I guess that would be revealed when his Master arrived. He might as well piss in the wind if he thought I would bow down to that motherfucker.
I took a second to take in my surrounding and gasped. My bedroom was immaculate. The white lines against the terracotta tile gave it a tropical feel and with reason. Out each window a new view of the ocean could be seen. If not for being in the situation I was in I would have found it very appealing.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I jumped at the closeness of his voice. It wasn’t until then that I realized I had moved from the bed to the double French door leading outside. I longed to be out there. I hadn’t been in the fresh air since I had been taken and who knew how long that had been.
“Yes,” I whispered because it was.
We seemed to be at a Villa of some sort. The cool stone glared from the harsh rays of the blinding sun.
“Where are we?” I asked turning to face him; tightening my sheet as his gaze fell to my breasts.
He looked a bit sheepish as he replied. “On an island off the Florida coast I can not tell you more than that.” He approached again and I had to fight with myself to stand my ground.
“If you would only look at me as you look upon him you could have everything you want. I would give you the world.”
I was taken back by his words but I my snarky side was laughing her ass off.
What was it with the stalker fucking men in my life. First Edward and now this asshole.
“Just think about it, my lovely.” He said with one more soft stroke to my face. “I will have a servant attend to you momentarily.” With that he bowed to me and flitted out the door.
Servant? I asked myself when I was alone once again.
Not two seconds later a short plump woman came humming her way through the doorway. For someone who seemed to be in her sixties she moved with a vibrancy that seemed to infect the entire room; removing the dark cloud left by Caius.
I jumped at the closeness of his voice. It wasn’t until then that I realized I had moved from the bed to the double French door leading outside. I longed to be out there. I hadn’t been in the fresh air since I had been taken and who knew how long that had been.
“Yes,” I whispered because it was.
We seemed to be at a Villa of some sort. The cool stone glared from the harsh rays of the blinding sun.
“Where are we?” I asked turning to face him; tightening my sheet as his gaze fell to my breasts.
He looked a bit sheepish as he replied. “On an island off the Florida coast I can not tell you more than that.” He approached again and I had to fight with myself to stand my ground.
“If you would only look at me as you look upon him you could have everything you want. I would give you the world.”
I was taken back by his words but I my snarky side was laughing her ass off.
What was it with the stalker fucking men in my life. First Edward and now this asshole.
“Just think about it, my lovely.” He said with one more soft stroke to my face. “I will have a servant attend to you momentarily.” With that he bowed to me and flitted out the door.
Servant? I asked myself when I was alone once again.
Not two seconds later a short plump woman came humming her way through the doorway. For someone who seemed to be in her sixties she moved with a vibrancy that seemed to infect the entire room; removing the dark cloud left by Caius.
I was more than confused.
“Don’t look like that, cherub. Master Caius wants nothing but the best for you. You must have really caught his eye.”
I wanted to growl at her. She sounded so damn cheerful when she spoke of my situation. Like I wasn’t pregnant being kept from my husband and family.
“Come now, love. Let’s get you in a bath. I’m sure you’ll feel better when your clean again.”
Rationally, I knew she was just trying to be helpful. Irrationally, I wanted to rip every salt n’ pepper strand out of her head for even suggesting I would feel even a little better until I was in Jasper’s arms again.
My eyes stung as the thought of what he must be going through trying to find me and God after what he told me about his parents…he must be freaking the fuck out.
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Jasper
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Jasper
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Gone. She was already gone. Nothing left behind but a few paper cups and a dead guard.
“GODDAMNIT!” I screamed as I kicked the metal chair - that I have no doubt held my beloved not hours ago.
I kicked and thrashed at everything in my reach. I was losing it again.
“JAZZ!” Emmett yelled coming to try and restrain me.
I roared out my displeasure at being held at bay. I wanted to destroy, maim and kill.
“There’s something back here you need to see, Em.” Garrett said looking a little scared by my freak out.
“Little busy right now!” Emmett yelled clearly struggling to hold me in place. “Jazz,” he growled at me. “If you don’t settle the fuck down I’m gonna’ knock you the fuck out.”
“FUCK YOU!” I snarled. “You will let me go if you know what’s good for you.”
My chest was heaving as he set me back down. I pushed myself away from him roughly and headed to where Garrett and Demetri were standing.
“Jazz, are you sure you want to see this?” Garrett asked and I frowned at him.
Stupid fuckin’ question.
No one said anything as I was led down a dark corridor to what looked like the holding cells. They stood back from an open door way clearly stating they didn’t want to go in again.
“Flashlight,” I barked.
As the light flickered to life I gagged by the overwhelming stench of piss and Emmett vomited.
What the fuck was this?
But a sock in the corner answered my unanswered question. This is where they were holding her. Like some fuckin’ criminal. My Bella had been living in this for almost two days.
“FUCK!” It was disgusting.
“Sir,” Demetri called.
I turned happy to be leaving that room behind. “Sir, we need to contact Aro.”
“No,” I spit.
“GODDAMNIT!” I screamed as I kicked the metal chair - that I have no doubt held my beloved not hours ago.
I kicked and thrashed at everything in my reach. I was losing it again.
“JAZZ!” Emmett yelled coming to try and restrain me.
I roared out my displeasure at being held at bay. I wanted to destroy, maim and kill.
“There’s something back here you need to see, Em.” Garrett said looking a little scared by my freak out.
“Little busy right now!” Emmett yelled clearly struggling to hold me in place. “Jazz,” he growled at me. “If you don’t settle the fuck down I’m gonna’ knock you the fuck out.”
“FUCK YOU!” I snarled. “You will let me go if you know what’s good for you.”
My chest was heaving as he set me back down. I pushed myself away from him roughly and headed to where Garrett and Demetri were standing.
“Jazz, are you sure you want to see this?” Garrett asked and I frowned at him.
Stupid fuckin’ question.
No one said anything as I was led down a dark corridor to what looked like the holding cells. They stood back from an open door way clearly stating they didn’t want to go in again.
“Flashlight,” I barked.
As the light flickered to life I gagged by the overwhelming stench of piss and Emmett vomited.
What the fuck was this?
But a sock in the corner answered my unanswered question. This is where they were holding her. Like some fuckin’ criminal. My Bella had been living in this for almost two days.
“FUCK!” It was disgusting.
“Sir,” Demetri called.
I turned happy to be leaving that room behind. “Sir, we need to contact Aro.”
“No,” I spit.
I had no desire to put my trust in that lying wop but if it would get Bella back I would do anything.
“Do you really think he will believe your story? I don’t know if I fuckin’ believe it.”
Demetri smiled at me. “I have all the proof we will need.”
Alright, I guess we’re going to Boston.
I got on the phone and dialed the one person I really had no fuckin’ desire to ever speak to again.
It rang once before he picked up.
“Edward, I need your help.”
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