TWO
Bonus Chapter
Nineteen Years Later
Olivia
“Hayes” I moan.
My husband is licking and sucking my clit as he worships every square inch of my body while laying on our secluded beach in the Caribbean.
“Squirt for me like a good girl,” he hisses at me.
Within moments, I do just that and he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
He cleans me up with his mouth and it is all I can do to not come a second time.
“We are going to miss our reservations,” I groan.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” he smirks. “I already had my meal.”
My cheeks blush a fire red; even after all these years, he still makes me hot the way he says things. “Well, big boy, you can stay here, and I’ll go have dinner alone in peace and quiet,” I wink.
He grabs me around the waist, pinning me to the blanket we are on, “Dinner won’t be quiet because I plan to play with your pussy while you eat.”
I gulp, pulling my bathing suit back into place and my cover up back on. “You wouldn’t.”
His eyes turn dark. “Don’t test me, little doe.”
Life has been blissful since gaining control of our world again. Over the last almost twenty years, Club Rose has been doing fantastic and bringing in more money than Hayes ever needed.
Our other restaurants, clubs, and business ventures have exceeded more than I ever began to think was possible.
The women in the Hope House eventually were able to go on out into the real world and have lives of their own. I have lunch with Ruth and Gloria often. Ruth’s daughter, Meredith, is in school to become a doctor.
Once all the ladies moved out of the Hope House, I talked Hayes into turning it into a shelter for both men and women. A place of refuge and comfort for those who are lost. It has been the biggest blessing in my life—other than our daughter.
Named after his mother, Anastasia, Ana for short, our little blue-eyed, brown-haired princess just turned eighteen six months ago, and she is every bit a perfect mixture of her father and me. I think her father is having a harder time with her growing up than I am.
She was so excited to get rid of us this week while we have been on vacation, but she knows better than to try to pull a fast one on us; security is watching her every move. I hate it for the day she starts dating because Hayes just might chain her to the stairs.
“Hey, you are in deep thought,” Hayes’ voice rings in my ear.
“I am just so thankful,” I tell him, a tear glistening my eye.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, “You are a woman who I am thankful Ana gets to have as a role model.”
I smile, “Let’s FaceTime her!”
“Olivia, she is eighteen; she does not have time for us anymore.”
I pout and he rolls his eyes, “Just check in and make sure she is okay. I think she and Jenny were going shopping this evening.”
He pulls his phone up to our faces and hits FaceTime on Ana’s name.
It rings.
And rings.
And rings.
Odd. She knows when we call to answer.
He tries again when the call goes off.
Again, it rings, and no one answers.
My heart starts to pound harder in my chest, “Hayes?” I question him.
His cheek clenches, showing his worry too. “I’ll try calling her instead of FaceTime.”
It does it again, ringing with no answer.
“Pull up the cameras!” I insist a sudden knot forming in my chest.
Something is off. My maternal instincts are screaming at me right now.
Before I get the last word out of my mouth, Ana’s name lights up for FaceTime and Hayes answers it.
A masked man is on the other end, “Evening Mr. and Mrs. Ricci. I think I have something here that is of value to you.”
“Mom!! Dad!” Ana’s voice rings out through the speaker and the phone pans over to her sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her back, and tears streaming down her face.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Alan comes running from the side of the beach, waving his arms. “We have to go, NOW!”
“You son of bitch! Who are you!” Hayes yells into the phone, but the line goes dead.
I’m hysterical as tears fall down my cheeks. “Hayes, who would do this?”
Alan gets to us breathing heavily, “Someone has raided the premises. All our men there are dead. They have Ana.”
“Get the jet here NOW!” Hayes roars and Alan nods. “It’s ready, Sir. Come on.”
We tear off down the beach toward Alan’s car.
Hold on, baby girl, mom and dad are coming.
Come hell or high water, whoever it is will pay for this.