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I still didn’t know how to swim, but I was learning how to let Lynx love me. His past words were a prayer… “If I’m there, Elle, you fucking jump. I swear to fucking God I will swim for us both. No matter what.”
My toes gripped the edge… then I leaped toward salvation.
Swoosh!
The cold water ripped through my body like the splash of ‘fight for your life’ reality I needed. Still under water, I started kicking my feet in pure survival mode. The stars danced, promising me a chance to breathe again, but it was the firm grip on my arm that yanked me to the surface.
Gasping for the air Lynx was giving me, another splash took place next to me.
Throwing my arms around Lynx’s neck, I tried so hard not to panic. The fear of drowning was so intense. I screamed, “Lynx!”
The side of his wet face was to mine. “Just hold on! Hold on to me!”
I did. I tightened my arms around his neck, hoping I wasn’t strangling him with my fear. His arms were moving but not holding me. He was trying to keep us afloat while yelling, “Vice!...” His legs treaded water like a champ. “Brother!”
A huge gasp next to us had me instantly crying, knowing it was Vice. He was grabbing a terrified slave from the rope ladder hanging on the side of the yacht.
On Lynx’s shoulder, I continued to ball. I cried for so many things.
As smaller boats closed in on us, bikers coming to the rescue, I cried for making an epic mistake. “Your sister! She wasn’t here! I’m so sorry!”
Men were reaching over the sides of the boat closest to us and lifting our bodies. I was in the boat first; a blanket being wrapped tightly around my naked body, hugging me to him. It was Dagger who held me. “We got ya. I’m sorry, Precious. We got ya back, though.”
So unbelievably exhausted and relieved to be free of Lorenzo, I howled hysterically over racing engines, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save her!”
He didn’t let me go and tried to steady me as the boat slammed into waves. “We’ll find her. I swear it.”
Vice was quickly placed on the floor of the boat, Lynx pressing his palms to the bullet hole on Vice’s right hip. Watching the yacht get farther away, grey eyes were full of lightning as he thundered, “Blow it! Fucking now!”
Kaboom!
From Dagger’s embrace, I looked to my prison, watching it shudder from an explosion at the bottom of it. That’s when I noticed a helicopter—the one that had carried me away from Lynx—now providing an escape for Lorenzo.
To the slave now in a brother’s t-shirt, Lynx demanded, “Hold pressure here!”
As she did, Vice complained, “It’s just a flesh wound.”
Ignoring him, Lynx grabbed a huge missile gun. Like a warrior, he placed it on his bleeding shoulder, aiming it at the helicopter flying away. Legs braced, he demanded, “Her ears!”
Dagger covered them and huddled over me, right before a missile shot to life and soared…
The night sky lit up with the explosion, causing the helicopter to make troubled noises, smoke, then spin out of control until it disappeared.
As our boats raced away, we all watched Lorenzo Marchetti’s luxury yacht begin to sink. I don’t think we moved as we watched the sight like witnessing the Titanic go down.
No, the yacht was nowhere as big, but people were screaming, running for their lives, and lowering a dingy boat into the water. It would have been kind to care what happened to those people, but they worked for a terrible human being. With a new outlook, a new perspective, I now understood they ignored all that was happening on board for the money Lorenzo bribed them with. If they didn’t survive, maybe fewer young girls would be trafficked.
After the yacht disappeared from sight, and our boats slowed down, the sun started to rise. Lynx set down his bazooka while staring at me. “You,” he said, in a menacing manner.
Dagger released me.
As I stood there, waiting, the wind blew my blanket into the air, showing me which one it was.
Blue and grey… I was in my first throw blanket. My only favorite.
I looked at my man.
Crossing the boat to me, he admired, “You were fighting in there.”
