they’d be sucked
out into the night air with only luck on their sides.
Erik said a quick prayer, closed his
eyes and allowed himself to drift.
He couldn’t do this if he heard her
fear. He broke himself off from the feelings and from thinking.
Common sense wouldn’t do in this situation.
He opened the exit door and the wind
sucked them out.
Chapter Two
Three weeks
later...
Kelly gazed out at the endless view of
ocean. If someone was to tell her, she would get sick and tired of
seeing the still blue waters she would have laughed at them.
Looking around her, Kelly would gladly replace the scenery with a
busy and dirty working city any day of the week. For three weeks
she’d stood in this spot and glanced out looking, for any sign of
life. No boats, no planes, nothing. She was totally alone with one
of the hunkiest, scariest men on the earth and she’d rather be back
in a stinking city.
Bending down, she picked up a shell
and launched it into the vast blue. She watched it skim the water
for a few seconds before it landed and sunk.
“ No matter how many times
you throw stuff in, it isn’t going to change,” Erik said coming to
stand beside her.
They were lucky. The plane had been a
few miles from a little island. She still shuddered, remembering
the impact of the water on her body. The worst kind of belly flop
in the world.
“ I want to get home,” she
complained. Kelly wanted to know what was going on. Her secrets ran
deep. Her father had been a drug cartel. A crook of the highest
order and Kelly had finally found a way of getting rid of his sorry
ass. For years she watched her father parade woman after woman
inside their house in front of her mother.
As a young girl she hadn’t thought
anything about the constant supply of women in her home until she
grew up. The moans and groans sickened her and soon she found
herself listening to the staff and the talk that went on behind
closed doors.
Being a young girl no one took much
notice of her, and they believed she was in her own little world
when in truth she was listening to every single word they said.
Kelly use to watch her mother and see the tears of despair in her
eyes. When her mother thought no one was looking, she would sit and
gaze out of the window sobbing. It broke Kelly’s heart to see her
lovely mum so heartbroken.
When she finally grew up and moved
away to attend college and get some work experience, she had the
time to find more information out about the man she called a
father. Once she started finding out more about her father and his
business dealings, Kelly found, she wished she hadn’t. There were
tons of articles and newspaper clippings not to mention the gossip
surrounding her father and the family. Soon, some of the women she
recognised as having been paraded through her home, were now on the
lost newspaper pages of missing people.
When her mother died, she left her a
small inheritance and a letter. A letter so informed and detailed,
it had shredded all of Kelly’s ideals and spun her little world on
its axis. Her mother and father’s marriage had been the result of
some bargaining chip. Arthur, her father, had used her mother to
gain ground on the drug export business.
The final words written in the
letter...
I know you’ll probably
think a little less of me, but I thought I loved your father. I’ve
since learnt differently. Everything that has happened is my fault.
I should have realised I wouldn’t get away from this hell. But,
baby, I can’t be ashamed of everything I got. I had you and you’ve
been the best daughter a woman like me could ask for.
All I ask of you, honey,
is don’t become a pawn in this vicious game. Your father will use
you to his advantage.
Get out, get out and stay
out.
I’m sorry you’ll be alone
but I offer you my love and pray I will be watching over you.
Love,
Mum xxx
Reading the words her mother wrote
made things a lot clearer to Kelly. She understood why her father
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