Enslaved By The Ocean

feeling my eyes fill with tears.
 

that
 

saved
 

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Enslaved By The Ocean is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
 

There are a few people I want to thank for this book, but the one who deserves the most credit is Sali. Not only is she my reader, but she’s my friend and her help and brainstorming throughout writing this book really did make it possible for me. She had minutes to spare on more than one occasion when I needed her help, and she encouraged me even when I doubted myself.  Her crazy excitement and ridiculous amounts of pirate jokes made writing this book a truly fun experience. So you know, Sali girl, this one is for you!
 

To Love Between The Sheets for their absolutely AMAZING job at organizing cover reveals, blog tours and release day blitzes. You ladies are seriously mind-blowingly amazing, and you rock my socks every time. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
 

To Ari, my awesome cover artist. You blew it out of the water with this one, you just nailed it. I love it and everything you do. You’re amazing, sweet and you are always there to help me when I need it. Thanks, lady.
 

To Lauren, my little hypo editor. You know you’re awesome, girl! You’re quick, you’re amazing, you’re sweet, and your notes always make me laugh because I find myself actually doing what you write. You big bully! Thank you, honey, your support is amazing.
 

To Frankie for this AMAZING formatting job. I love my little pirate font and my awesome logos! You’re amazing girl, even though I was a big pain in the ass at the beginning.The help you gave me is so much appreciated.
 

And of course, to my fans, always my fans. I could write a thousand books, but if you lovely people didn’t read them, it wouldn’t matter. So thank you, each and every one of you. You’re amazing.
 

Bella x
 

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Enslaved By The Ocean (Hendrix & Indi) – Book One
 

Where Darkness Lies (Dimitri & Jess) – Book Two – Due Feb 15
th
2014.
 

Book Three – TBA – (Drake’s Story)
 

Hell’s Knights – MC Sinners Book One – Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iTunes now.
 

Heaven’s Sinners – MC Sinners Book Two – Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iTunes now.
 

Knights’ Sinner – MC Sinners Book Three – Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and iTunes now.
 

Bikers and Tinsel – Christmas with the MC Sinners – An xmas novella, due 23
rd
December 2013.
 

If ye’ thinks he be ready to sail a beauty, then ye’ better be willin’ to sink with her!
 

“That’s the way it’s gonna be, little darling, we’ll go riding on the horses,” my father sings, his eyes soft and gentle. He stops after a moment, smiling down at me.
 

“Keep singing, Daddy,” I beg, tugging the sleeve of his jacket.
 

“Princess, my sweet princess. I can’t keep singing, I have to go.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides.
 

“But why, Daddy?”
 

“Because sometimes daddies have to go away, and it’s because they’re protecting their daughters.”
 

“I don’t want you to go away,” I cry,
my eyes filling with tears
 

He strokes my hair back from my face, and smiles down at me. “You’re going to be just fine. I raised a strong, beautiful daughter. Remember what I taught you, princess—always remember to find the good in the bad. Be caring and kind. Always know your place in the world, and most importantly, if kindness fails and you have nothing left but darkness, you fight. Don’t you let anyone hurt you. Not ever.”
 

“Daddy,” I cry as he stands, blowing me a kiss.
 

“Remember me forever, princess. Remember that on this day, in this moment,
I love you.”
 

“Daddy!” I wail again as he disappears into the darkness.
 

I never did see him again.
 

My legs tremble as he nears
t
he closet. I can hear his breathing; I can hear my own heart thudding. I clutch the gun, begging to the so-called god above to please let something happen so I don’t have to use it. I don’t want to use it. It’s not in me. I’m not that kind of girl. It would haunt me forever if I was forced to take someone’s life. Even someone like
him
. And he deserves it, God knows he does. I snake my tongue out, licking the coppery blood off my lip. It stings, and I clench my eyes shut, struggling to take a breath without making any noise. One noise and I’m dead.
 

I’m frightened.
 

I’m trapped.
 

And the only way out is through him, with a gun. A gun I don’t want to use. I swallow, and I get the distinct taste of blood mixed with tears and saliva. My body shudders, and I force myself to stay steady. If he gets hold of me again, I’m dead. I don’t doubt it. Not even for a second. He’s a violent, angry, and aggressive man. I can’t believe I ever thought he was the one for me. I can’t believe I ever loved him. You just never see it coming. You never believe the person who holds your hand, the person who kisses you sweetly, the person who makes love to you on a rainy Sunday, will be the person to try and take your life.
 

“I know you’re here, Indigo.”
 

I’ll never love my name again; not after hearing it coming from his lips. I clutch the gun, pointing it out and steadying my hand. The closet door swings open so suddenly I don’t even get the chance to react. Cold blue eyes meet mine, and a slow sick grin spreads across a face I once loved. A hand lashes out, catching mine before I even get a chance to pull the trigger. I fight, though, God knows I fight. I screech, twisting my body as he pulls me out. A fist hits my jaw and I cry out, head spinning as I fall to the floor. The gun is still clutched in my hand, desperate fingers refusing to let go.
 

Then he’s on top of me, more fists flying, one hand clutching the gun trying to…oh God…point it toward my head. I fight with every ounce of strength left in me. I fight until I can’t breathe. I bring my knee up, and hit him right in the groin. Bellowing in
pain, he slaps me so hard I see stars. His fingers wrap around my throat and I struggle to breathe as he forces my wrist to point the gun back toward my head.
 

I won’t die like this—on the floor, like a pathetic animal. I won’t. I can’t. I kick again, twisting with everything I have. I manage to hit him in the kneecap, and he growls, losing his balance. It’s all I need. I twist my wrist and point the gun toward his chest.
 

Then I pull the trigger.
 

And all I can see in the fading light
…is
red.
 

Heaven, you fool. Did you ever hear of any pirates going there? Give me hell, it’s a merrier place.
 

**
 

“Running doesn’t solve anything.”
 

My best friend Eric’s voice fills my ears as I walk down the gravelly footpath to what is, I hope, a chance for freedom. I give him a quick glance over my shoulder, and he raises his brows at me. Eric is the perfect kind of man, really. He’s smart, handsome in that “good boy” kind of way, rich, and overall a great guy. He’s also very black and white. There is no in-between for Eric. Just how it is, or how it isn’t. He doesn’t like the idea of me running to another country. He wants me to stay, to fight, and to face my demons. It’s easy for him. He doesn’t have a crazy, angry ex stalking him.
 

“We’ve been over this, Eric,” I say, jerking the heavy backpack on my shoulders. “I need to start again. I can’t do that here.”
 

“You can do that here…”
 

I spin around, tired of the same old conversation. Him trying to convince me it’s better to stay and fight, yet not understanding how utterly terrifying my ordeal with Kane was. No one could possibly understand how terrifying that ordeal was, because they didn’t live it. The months of going through court, seeing him when they put him away, living for the years that he was behind bars wondering if he’d somehow find a way to get out and find me. Then, counting down the hours until he was released, knowing he would seek revenge. The day he got out, I packed my bags and booked a ticket overseas. Last night, I received my first threatening phone call from him. That did it for me.
 

“I can’t do that here,” I snap. “You know I can’t. I have no choice but to start again somewhere he can’t find me. He will find me if I stay, and he will make my life hell.”
 

“He’s got a restraining order
against him
, he won’t come near you.”
 

I growl. See what I mean? Black and white. “Do you truly think that will stop him? Honestly, Eric, you think the law will stop someone like him seeking revenge, but it won’t. It didn’t stop him beating me within an inch of my life, and it won’t stop him doing it again.”
 

“Running isn’t going to solve this.”
 

“No, maybe it won’t, but it sure as hell is going to help. Are you with me, or are you not? I can do this alone, Eric, but you know I don’t want to do that.”
 

His eyes soften. Have you ever had the best friend that loves you? I have, my entire life. Eric will bend to me, no matter what I say. Most women would use that to their advantage. I don’t. He’s my friend, I adore him, but he’s never going to be any more. I would never use him because of how he feels. In fact, it kind of frustrates me. He constantly sees me through rose-colored glasses, instead of seeing me, and my life, for what it really is. He’s put me on a pedestal, and damned if I can get down.
 

“I’m with you forever, you know that Indi.”
 

I nod, unable to be angry with him. I step forward, reaching out and gripping his shoulders. To most women, Eric is a very attractive man. Perfectly parted blond hair, brushed and slicked down. Eyes as blue as the sky. A long, lean body. Impeccably dressed. To them he’s a dream, to me…he’s too perfect. Call me adventurous, but I like them rugged.  Eric lifts his arms, wrapping his fingers around my elbows and smiling down at me.
 

“Can we just go, enjoy this trip, and then you can drop me off to start my life, and return to yours
?”
 

“You know I’ll miss you.” He frowns.
 

“And I’ll miss you, but we’ll visit.”
 

“It’s not the same. We’ve been friends for so long.”
 

“We’ll be fine. Now come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.”
 

I could have flown to London, the new place I plan on living in, but what fun would that have been? Instead, I decided to hire a small yacht that goes directly across from the
United States to the United Kingdom. I want the chance to unwind, relax, take a break, and then get off the yacht, ready to recreate my life
.
Eric decided to come for the ride with me, needing to sort some business in London. He’s a massive business owner, and has clients all over the world. It was a great excuse for him to make some home visits.