Target (An erotic romantic novella) (11 page)

“I’ll get us a drink,” he said, walking to another door and opening it.  As he switched on the light, she saw a small kitchen area.  He grabbed a bottle of southern comfort and poured it neat into a couple of glasses.

“Here, I thought you might like something a bit stronger than coffee.”

“Thanks,” she replied, taking it from him.  He pulled the gun out from the back of his trousers, and she flinched back.

“Relax, it is okay,” he assured again, putting it onto a table.  Sarah gulped back her drink.  He pulled out his phone and dialled.

“Mary,” he said as she answered the phone. “He’s here, he tried to kill us; you and Fred must get out of the house now.  Now Mary, I mean it.  I am okay, Sarah’s okay.  I want you gone, go to Sunnydale and I will call you when it is safe to return.  No Mary, now.”  He hung up.  He looked at her.

“Mary is my nanny,” he said, giving a shrug.  “She brought me up when my parents died.  The manor house is mine it’s all mine, the land the beach, the boat, the pub - everything.”

“What about the kids coming tomorrow?” she asked.  He shook his head.

“Sarah, there are no kids coming tomorrow.  I made it up to get you to come with me.  I do have groups here, but not this summer.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes looking down.  He sat down beside her.

“Okay look, for ten years I have been working on and off as an assassin,” he started, watching her face for her reaction, but she looked at him straight faced.  “I worked anonymously, no one knew who I was, and I did not know who my clients were.  Two months ago, I received a contract from someone I had done work for before.  I collected my instructions at the drop as usual and brought it back here.”  He stood up and walked to a filing cabinet.  He opened it, pulled out a folder, and brought it over to her. He gave it to her.  “This is what I was given.”  Sarah opened it up; she pursed her lips and then looked at him.

“Sarah I did not try and kill your sister, I did not take the job, look at the next two names.”  Her eyes scanned the page.  Sarah Elizabeth
Rothchild, and a picture of her.  Richard John Hemmingway, and a picture of him.

“Sarah my target was myself,
I had been contracted to kill myself.  It was then that I discovered Zeb was my client.  I was already certain he had killed my parents for their money but I could never prove it, then as I delved deeper, looking into you and your sister and why he wanted you dead, I discovered that he was your step-father too.”  She gave a nervous laugh.

“So you are my step-brot
her?”  He grinned at her.

“Not really, none of us are blood related, just victims of
Zeb.  Sarah there is something else.  The phone call I took yesterday was from someone who works for me.  After your sister’s plane crashed, I sent him out to investigate.  I own a lot of property Sarah, including hotels on that island, so I have quite a lot of contacts out there.”  He pulled out his phone.  “He sent me this picture I was going to tell you this evening, I promise you I was.”  He passed her his phone, Sarah’s hand shook as she took it from him.  Her eyes widened.

“It is Skye,” she cried, her eyes shooting to his.  He nodded.

“We found her Sarah, yesterday.  I had suspected that her crash was not an accident as I knew she was a target, my man found her in a hospital, in a coma.  She was washed up onto a beach and with no ID the hospital listed her as a Jane Doe.”

“She is alive,” Sarah, wept.  He nodded.

“I had her flown back to England last night.  She is staying at my private hospital.”

“You have a private hospital,” she murmured.

“I have many enterprises Sarah.”

“She is alive,” she said again,
as tears coursed down her cheek.

“Sarah, she is safe I promise.  She is in one of my secure wings, I will take you too her as soon as I can.”

“You found my sister…,” she wept.  He held out his arms, not sure, if she would want him anymore, but she threw herself at him and allowed him to comfort her.  “Thank you,” she said, lifting her eyes to his.

Sweeping her long hair from her face, his kissed the top of her head.

“Sarah, I started looking for you as soon as I was given that contract, I wanted to know who you were, why he wanted you dead, and when I found you, when I saw you for the first time in the shelter…..”

“Yes?” she asked, as he stopped.

“Sarah I fell in love with you from that moment, and then you vanished and I spent weeks trying to track you down.  Everything that has happened between us over the last couple of days has been real, the sex, everything.  I have not been playing games with you; I just was not sure how to tell you what I was.   Is there any chance that – well, that you would still want to be with me?”

Sarah swallowed
back her tears, and gazed up into his deep dark eyes.  She knew she should have left, he was a murderer after all, but she could not.  She loved him, as much now as she did an hour ago it made no difference, if anything it made him more desirable.  Lifting a hand to his cheek she smiled, her mouth aching to kiss him.

He caught the look in her eye and his heart beat wildly, he brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her.

“Rick,” she whispered, breaking from the kiss.

“Yes,” he asked.

“Do you have more guns in here?” she asked.  He gazed into her eyes and then nodded.

“Show me?” she requested.

“Why?” he asked, she pushed her mouth against his cheek. 

“I want to see them,” she whispered
, taking a heavy breath.  Taking her hand, he led her to a door, put in a code, and pushed the door open.  He switched on a light.

“Shit,” she said, looking at the array of weapons on the wall.  “How many have you killed?” she asked, turning to him.

“Sarah,” he said, shaking his head.

“Rick I want to know.”

“About forty, but they were all shits,” he said.  Sarah walked into the room and ran her hand across some of the weapons.  Strangely, she was not scared; in fact, it was actually turning her on.  She looked back at him, he was so gorgeous, and she would not let him go.  His eyes wandered over her face.

“Are they loaded?” she asked.  He shook his head.

“No.”

“Take one down,” she asked.  He looked at her a bit puzzled.  “That one,” she said, pointing to a gun with a silencer nozzle.  He did as she asked.  She
looked at him as he held it - he looked so sexy, so hot.

“Show me it’s empty,” she asked and he did.  Lifting her top, she pulled it over her head.  His heart thumped, and his cock hardened as he stared at her breasts.  She wandered to him.

“Where do you keep the clips?” she asked.  Rick pointed to a draw.

“Touch me with it,” she asked.  He raised an eyebrow, but then smiled at the insistence in her eyes.  He ran the end of the silencer around her mouth, and through her hair, across the top of her breasts, around her nipples, and then underneath them.  Undoing her shorts, she dropped them to the floor, kicked them away, and slipped off her trainers.  Rick’s eyes darted all over her, as she stood naked in front of him; he could feel the sexual tension rising between them and his heartbeat rose.  He ran the length of cold silencer down her flat stomach and then very slowly, he pushed it between her legs.  Sarah shook, her
eyes never leaving his, her chest heaving as he rubbed it up and down tantalisingly on the edge of her pussy, and just inside her wet folds.

She undid his shirt, and then undid and dropped his jeans; as he stepped out of them he kicked off his trainers, she pushed him firmly towards a chair.  Still rubbing the tip of the silencer
along the edge her pussy, she pushed him down onto the chair.  His hard cock was ready for her, and he slid the gun out.  Sarah’s eyes caught some rope; grabbing it, she began to tie him to the chair.

“Sarah, what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes never leaving her.

“Tying you up,” she said as she secured him tight.  Rick wriggled but he could not release his arms.  She knelt down, her mouth taking in his cock she sucked him in and out of her mouth, licking, and teasing his wet tip.

“Fucking hell Sarah,” he moaned his eyes rolling
, not quite believing what she was doing.   Unable to move, he felt increasingly turned on by the whole scenario and his cock throbbed in her mouth.

She straddled him,
and moved herself down onto him.  Rick dropped the gun as she pushed her breast into his face.   He sucked her nipple hard, and she moaned as the pain sent tingles straight to her clit.  As she moved up and down on him, Rick’s eyes rolled.

“Sarah,” he whispered breathless, he did not know how long he would last.

She ran her hands through his hair, grabbed her breasts, squeezed them together, and pushed them into his face.  Moaning with delight, she moved up and down, grinding herself into him.

“Rick,” she gro
aned.  She buried her face into his hair as she came, it was incredible, so intense, and so delicious, and she knew she wanted it forever, she wanted him forever.  Something inside her had broken her inhibitions gone, her need for him so strong that she was prepared to do anything for him.

“Oh my god Sarah, I love you….” he cried as his body trembled
and he came.  She kissed him; she loved him too. She eased herself off him, picked up the gun, and then walked to the drawer; she knew what she had to do.

“Sarah what are you doing?” he asked, pulling at the ropes.  “Come on untie me,” he requested.

“Rick,” she replied, and taking a clip from the drawer, she whacked it into the gun, loading it.

“Sarah, don’t do that,” he ordered firmly.

“Rick I have a serious problem,” she said, turning to back him.  She pulled her earing from her ear and put it down on the worktop, and with the back of the gun, she smashed it.  Starting to get a little concerned, Rick tugged his ropes harder, what was she doing?

Walking back to him,
she cocked the gun and pointed it at his head, her breathing quickened, and her pulse raced.

“Sarah what the fuck
are you doing?” he yelled, a nervous sweat now covered his forehead.  He was the first to admit he like their new sex games, but this was not funny nor turning him on.

“Rick,” she said, as she s
traddled him again and sat on his lap.  His face was inches from her.  “I have a serious fucking problem,” she began.  “I have fallen in love with you and I want you so much that it hurts.”

“Sarah please, take the fucking gun away from my head,” he begged.  She shook her head at him.

“I cannot, now shush and listen,” she whispered, leaning into his ear.  “It was no accident that you found me at the river Rick, it was all planned.”  His head drew back sharply.

“What do you mean it was planned?” he asked.

“A man I met arranged it all.  He said you would come, and you did.”

“Sarah…
.?”  She shook her head.

“Let me finish.  I was employed to kill you
Rick; he was going to give me a hundred grand; he said you had killed my parents and my sister.”

“Jesus Sarah, I didn’t do it, I promise.”  She smiled at him, and rubbed the end of the silencer across his cheek.

“I know you didn’t baby – now, but not yesterday.”

“So the whole living on the streets thing was a lie?” he asked.  She shook her head.

“No, I was approached Wednesday night.”   Rick took a deep breath.  “Rick, I was so traumatised, so heartbroken when I thought Skye was dead, I had nothing to lose, nothing to live for.”

“How do you even know how to use a gun,” he asked.

“I used to shoot with my father, I started when I was five, and then when he died I kept it up, kind of as a way to help me deal with his death.”  Rick’s eyes lifted to a noise and then panic shot through him as an alarm triggered and began ringing.

“Sarah, untie me please,” he begged.  “Someone is coming.”

“I know Rick,” she replied.  “My earing was a transmitter they used it to track us.”  He looked at her heartbroken.

“Are you
going to kill me?” he asked, tears glistened in his eyes as he felt his heart break.  She shook her head, and smiled at him, as she lowered the gun.  As he blinked, her hand lifted to the gentle tear that now trickled down his cheek.

“No Rick, I love you with all of my heart.”

“So why lead them here,” he asked.  She gripped the gun as she heard them approach.

“To get rid of them,” she whispered back.

One laughed.

“Now that is a predicament I should like to find myself in,” he laughed, looking at Rick naked and tied to a chair, with Sarah still sitting on him.

“How many of you are here?”  Sarah asked.

“Just the two of us, the boss has gone back to the house.  Didn’t think you had it in you
Sarah,” he said, as his eyes stared at her.  Slowly she rose off Rick, slipping the gun behind her back, she stood naked in front of them, and their eyes gawped at her.

“You lied to me,” she said angrily, taking a step forward.