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An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 01

By: Searchforme



Lena's heart was thumping fiercely. "Don't let him see your fear," she told herself quietly. Steading her breaths she produced some resemblance of composure. Her arms hung high above her head from a chain that was attached to a small hook in the ceiling. Her back ached from the stiff position she was forced to sit in, while her ankles were bound together with rope. Lena could already feel a bruise beginning to form on the left side of her face.

She knew that she had been careless and had gotten herself caught, but she'd be damned if she let him see how scared she truly was. So she buried her feelings, letting the anger and hatred of her childhood consume her. He would try to force emotions from her but there was no way she would let him see anything other than her stoicism.

"I'll ask you again little girl, where is the money," Lena looked at the thug who had spoken to her. He was ugly with a scar from his right ear reaching his mouth. His hair was black and greasy as though he hadn't showered in days. Lena noticed that his teeth were crooked and yellow, his breath unappealing and his black eyes unwavering. It was the second time the big brute had asked her the same question. The first time she failed to answer was the reason her cheek and jaw were throbbing. 

Lena smiled kindly and replied in a polite tone, "As I have said before Sir, I have no idea what you're talking about, but if I did, it's probably up your ass."

That response had gotten her a hard punch to the gut, and she croaked from the pain. "Bastard!" Lena spit venomously. 

As she looked up to glare at the brute, she noticed steel being placed against her throat. It languidly teased her skin as he caressed the blade up and down. She stilled her movements to prevent it from cutting her. 

The thug had noticed her reaction and smiled widely, showing all of his jagged teeth. 

"My oh my," he whispered dangerously, "it seems I have your attention now!"

Lena was absolutely furious. She hadn't been threatened with a knife since she was 15 years old and first learning how to fight. After 5 years she'd learned to protect herself skilfully and gained a reputation for herself. Having a barbarian raise a blade to her had her blood boiling. She was ready to attack, to kill, but she knew better. "Be patient, wait for an opportunity," she chanted to herself. 

The bully began to trace the blade down her chest, popping the buttons from her blouse to reveal supple creamy breasts. Lena clenched her hands, digging her nails well into her palms. The thug licked his thin, flat lips, and continued down until her blouse was completely open. Her breasts cupped in a black lace bra spilled out. While she was not enormously endowed, her breasts were a good handful, and the brute enjoyed squeezing them. He released his knife and laid it beside him in order to fondle her with both hands. 

"Idiot!" she thought to herself, a fighter should never let go of his weapon.

It was then that the man lowered his mouth to lick the tops of her breasts. Absolutely disgusted, Lena silently pulled on the chain that bound her. A slight give in the cable forced her to look upwards. She squinted her eyes realizing that the hook she was attached to was just one pull away from falling out of the ceiling. A small grin marked her face as she realized her opportunity was now. 

Using her bound feet, Lena kicked the man's knife to the other side of the room. The blade made a loud clanging noise as it hit the wall. The thug lifted his head from her chest and followed the direction of the noise. With her assailant distracted, Lena made one last effort and yanked on the chain as hard as she could. The hook gave, and the chain tumbled down. Quickly, Lena rose onto her knees and wrapped the fallen chain around the neck of the man. Without even thinking, the brute grabbed Lena by the arm and threw her over his head, the chain released from his neck and slid towards Lena, still bound to her wrists. 

Lena rose to her feet with slight pain from being thrown and immediately noticed her disadvantage. Her feet were bound, causing her to stumble and her arms were still tied together. She looked upon the angry man that was stalking towards her. He was tall, about 6'6 and built like at boulder. She had fought men of similar sizes before and won, but not with her legs and arms thoroughly handicapped. The only advantage Lena had was her speed, so she needed to free her legs immediately. When the brute was one arm's length away from her, Lena jerked her bound wrists sharply to her side, causing the chain to fly through the air and come down on the thug's face like a whip. As the bigger man doubled over, covering his wound and screaming obscenities, Lena dove towards the wall where the knife rested. She was fast and as soon as her hand was on the knife, she was already using it to cut the rope binding her feet. 

When her legs were free, Lena stood tall and looked up at the angry face charging towards her. Lena silently praised herself for injuring the man. The chain had marred his face, causing a wound from the left of his forehead, crossing over the bridge of his nose, ending off the right side of his cheek. "Wonderful!" she whispered quietly. She was happy to give him another scar befitting his ugly face.

Quickly, Lena dodged the bull-like man that stormed towards her. She was a lot faster than he was. Unfortunately, the chain she had used as a weapon became her downfall. The brute grabbed the chain and yanked her back towards him. Immediately he was on top of her, one hand holding her wrists down and the other giving her hard punches to the stomach and gut. Sharp pain seared in her side. Lena was suddenly very aware that her ribs were broken. 

Fearing for her life, Lena kneed the man. She watched as his eyes widened to almost twice the size and his mouth open in silent pain. He rolled off of her and clutched his aching balls. Lena happily smiled as she knew how solidly and hard she had connected. Without another moment to consider her actions, Lena stabbed the man and watched as the life left his body. No sooner did realization hit her. Tears immediately welled in her eyes and fell without restraint. She had killed a man. Lena was absolutely disgusted with herself and she gagged from the knowledge. 

She needed to get out of there and quickly; she couldn't stand to look at the face of the first man she had ever killed. Yes, she had wanted to incapacitate him, but she hadn't wanted to murder the brute in cold blood. Not knowing what had come over her, Lena dreaded the fact that a small part of her enjoyed doing it. 

With silent cries, she fished the key to her cuffs from her victim's pants. Lena merely freed one wrist and left the handcuffs of chain to dangle off her right wrist. She was too repulsed with herself to care. Wanting nothing more than to get out of there, Lena ran towards the door as her cuffed hand clutched her bruised and broken ribs, while her free hand covered her mouth to prevent her from eliminating the contents of her stomach right then and there.

She had barely reached the door, when it flew opened. Her eyes widened in freight, as three guns were pointed towards her face. 

Slowly, she backed up into the room with both hands raised in submission. Only high level syndicate members were allowed to use guns. That was the law. Civilians and lower members were restricted to the use of knives and swords but never guns. This was how the big bosses kept power and authority within their groups and controlled society. 

"Fuck me sideways," she said emotionlessly. For the second time that day, Lena's heart was beating profusely. It seems that she had messed with more powerful people than she initially planned to. 

The man in the center of the group lowered his gun and flashed gorgeous teeth in a stunning grin. 

Lena gradually lowered her hands and stood up straight, refusing to cower from them. She returned his toothy smile with one of her own. "Well, if I'm going to die I guess you're nice enough to look at," Lena said in a tone that both hid her fear and showcased her strength.

The man stared seductively at the angel positioned in front of him. She stood proudly at 5'4. Her long dark locks fell down reaching the small of her back twisting into small waves. She had beautiful lavender eyes that were puffed up from crying, but still aware enough to carefully assess her situation. Her plump pink lips were cracked from the abuse she had just suffered and bled slightly. Her normally rosy cheeks were marred with a giant bruise. However, it was the sight of her standing in merely a black lace bra and dark denim jeans that caused his penis to rise and stir. He watched as blood dripped off her right hand landing rhythmically onto the ground. Finally, he tore his gaze away from her luscious body to the unconscious man that lay dead in the corner. He was thoroughly impressed with her. 

Lena watched cautiously as the unknown man holstered his gun. The man was extremely handsome; he was tall, about 6'4 and had dark black hair that was naturally slicked back. His eyes were an interesting mix of silver and blue. He had high cheekbones and an absolutely stunning smile. His teeth were straight and pearly white, a contrast from the man she had just killed. He donned a simple black suit that fit wondrously to his hard muscles. He wore a white dress shirt beneath his suit. Without a tie, the collar of his shirt flared open revealing a strong hard chest. His shoes were made of leather and looked extremely expensive. Lena subtly bit her lip as she stared at him.

Eventually, Lena noticed that as soon as he had holstered his gun, the men at his sides had done the same. The man on his left was slightly shorter than the handsome man. He looked to be in his late twenties perhaps a little older than the man in the center. He was attractive, but nowhere near as handsome as his boss. He had brown curly hair that matched his eyes. Scruffy facial hair distinguished him from the other two men who were clean shaven. He wore his suit and tie well, revealing another body chiseled with muscles. 

The final man on the right was the shortest, probably just reaching 5'10. Lena noticed that he was older than the other two perhaps in his late thirties to early forties, but he was still handsome, in a more mature way. While his body was less defined than the other men, it was still physically fit. He had honey coloured hair and kind green eyes. The wrinkles around in eyes and mouth were from smiling broadly, and the friendliness of his appearance made Lena giggle. A gun did not suit his demeanor; in fact he looked strange just holding one. 

She returned her attention to the handsome man in the center, evidently the leader of the trio. She watched as he pulled a phone out of his pocket and began playing a video. It was a video of her defending herself and killing the brute. 

"I guess you didn't notice the camera in the corner, huh?" the strange man said while pointing towards the small device placed in the ceiling. 

Lena slowly turned her head to stare at it, "It's kind of hard to notice small things when you're getting beaten by a behemoth," she replied angrily. 

The handsome leader chuckled, "Will you be giving me snippy replies for everything I ask? Sweetheart," he said cheerily while tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

Lena gave him a small fake smile, "Only when you are asking stupid questions, sweetheart," she emphasized the last word, mocking his tone.

His response was a venomous glare that sent a shiver of fear through her spine. Lena silently cursed her tongue, which always seemed to get her into trouble or make situations a lot worse. 

As quickly as the attractive man's anger had covered his features it was gone just as fast returning his devilish grin in the process, "Ares, check the body," he said casually without removing his heated gaze from Lena's body.

When the older man on the right began to move, Lena realized that he must be Ares. Ares swiftly went to the dead body, lifting the cuff of the dead man's sleeve to reveal a tattoo. 

"It's the insignia of Averda," Ares said in a soft voice while curtly dropping the dead man's hand. He then reached into the man's pant pocket to pull out a wallet. Opening the wallet, he read the name on the ID, "James Q. Serens." 

Lena was truly petrified now; she had killed a member of Averda. They were the ruthless syndicate that ruled the east division of Heliopolis and facilitated the country's drug trade. She merely assumed that the brute had been a normal street thug. He didn't have the swagger or composure that indicated syndicate members. 

Lena was snapped out of her stupor when the man on the left spoke loudly with a thick foreign accent, "Serens? He's Zero's man isn't he?" 

Lena squished her eyebrows together in confusion; she didn't know who Zero was. 

"Sweetheart," the man spoke powerfully in order to gain Lena's attention, "Zero, is the 65th leader of Averda and one of the five big bosses." The leader watched intensely as absolute fear crossed the beautiful girl's features. Now, she fully understood the situation she was in.

He felt it was time to reveal his identity. Lena watched dumbfounded as the handsome man slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket, pulling it open to reveal a pin on the inner left side. Lena narrowed her eyes and looked carefully at the pin. Her eyes widened and she muffled the scream she was about to make. 

"Valyria!" she whispered in a shocked voice that slightly cracked. Her wide eyes stared at the men before her with a new found form of terror.

Valyria was the biggest syndicate controlling the west and central districts of Heliopolis. They were the most feared and held the most power of the five groups. While each syndicate had their own district and absolute authority within them, Valyria definitely had some influence within every district.

The handsome man snapped his finger returning Lena to reality, "Ah! Look at me, sweetheart," 

Lena focused her attention onto the mystery man. She shivered from the cold, her bones ached, her body bruised and her mind was filled with new realizations that tormented her.

The handsome man sharply as he stalked towards her frozen form, "Do you know who I am, little girl?" Lena shook her head slowly, afraid of what she was going to hear. "I am Alexander Zane Windsor, son of Alexander Leon Windsor, who is the 99th leader of the Valyrian Syndicate."

Lena's entire being shivered and shook, she had heard of him through the streets. Alexander Zane was both a feared and respected leader. He held power and used it wisely. He could be ruthless, but also influential. He was the epitome of power and wealth. Lena stuttered as she whispered through chapped lips, "Ar...Are you going to kill me?" 

Alexander Zane reached his hand forward and tucked a fallen lock behind her ear. His body towered over her small frame. 

"Well..." He smirked, "Once Zero finds out that you have killed one of his trusted men, you are indeed a dead woman." His words were cruel and he said them while caressing the bruise on her face. Slowly, he bend forward and softly brushed his strong lips over her broken ones, in a light fluttering kiss. He moved to her ear and whispered gently, "But for now, you are mine...and I need you."

Lena didn't seem to notice the large man reach into his pocket to pull out a small needle. She couldn't comprehend anything at the moment, as she tried to recover from the revelation of his identity. She only felt the prick as the needle pierced her neck. Within seconds darkness had overwhelmed her, and she fell into a restless slumber. 

Zane caught his angel in a tight embrace, and lifted her off the ground. She was lighter than he expected and fit snuggly into his arms. He had watched her from a far for a while now, and was finally relieved to have her. He wouldn't let Zero harm her, ever. 

"Cole, bring the car around," Zane asked demandingly. The man on his left turned and departed from the shed.

Ares walked over to Zane and began inspecting Lena's injuries. "Most of these are just bruises, but she definitely has a few broken ribs. It's best to have Lucretia look at her as soon as we reach base," Ares said quickly.

Zane was filled with anger, but was ultimately glad that his little minx had killed Serens. If she hadn't, Zane was prepared to have ended his life mercilessly. 

As the two men made their way towards the exit, Zane stopped and turned, giving the dead man one last look. "Ares," he spoke with barely contained anger, "Take his hand." 

And with that, Zane left with a new purpose. 

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Lena woke with tired eyes. Slowly, her vision cleared as she looked up at a ceiling fan spinning endlessly. Her entire body ached in dreadful pain causing her to take slow heavy breaths. Turing her head she carefully assessed the room. The smell of sanitation products overwhelmed her nose, causing her to sneeze from the cleanliness. Florescent lights in the ceiling made the white walls and tiled floors seem even whiter. Yet Lena noticed the lack of windows, in fact there were none at all. 

Instead, the only exit was a small simple door with a dull copper handle at the furthest wall from which her bed laid next to. Oddly, Lena noticed that the lock was on the outside rather than on the inside, "A hospital or a prison?" she asked herself with uncertainty.

Her voice was hoarse from dryness and she coughed and swallowed repeatedly in order to clear it as much as she could. She strained to move her right hand only to realize that it was cuffed to the bed. "Fuck!" she screamed. "Where the hell am I?" Lena struggled in her bind, causing sharp pain to course through her damaged ribs. She groaned in discomfort and immediately ceased her efforts. Resting her head back down on a soft pillow, Lena stared back at the ceiling and recounted the events that had befallen her. 

"Alexander Zane," she whispered quietly, he seemed familiar but she didn't know why. Deferring her attention, Lena focused on the fact that she needed to escape, or else forfeit her life and she quite liked living. 

Thirty minutes had passed since Lena had awoken in the strange room. In the span of that time she had counted the ceiling tiles twice. The room itself was mostly bare, except for the small twin bed she laid on, a locked cabinet in the corner and a simple chair and table next to it. There was a small vent in the ceiling, but it was much too tiny for an adult frame to fit through, perhaps merely the size of a school textbook. 

The only thing Lena had to entertain herself with, were her own thoughts which seemed to terrify her and meaningless distractions, such as counting ceiling tiles. She focused on the latter.

So there she lay, bound and counting the tiles for the third time, when the jiggling of keys caused her to abruptly turn her head and stare at the door. Slowly the handle turned and the door pushed open. Without anything to defend herself with, Lena braced for the worst, but to her relief, standing in the doorway wasn't a brute but rather a beauty. The lean woman was a few inches taller than Lena and had long strawberry-blond hair that was carelessly tied up high with a scrunchy. She wore a simple navy pencil skirt, with a light pink blouse neatly tucked in. A long white lab coat reached down to the back of her calves, and nude heels emphasized shapely legs. By the way she was dressed, Lena assumed that the unknown woman was a doctor, or at least Lena hoped she was.

The woman upon opening the door had stopped and smiled. She was not expecting her patient to be awake and staring at her with large innocent eyes. Turning her head slightly, but not taking her eyes off the injured girl before her, the doctor gestured towards the man behind her in a gentle song-like voice, "Jefferson, our patient is awake. Please inform Mr. Windsor for me."


An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 01



With that simple command, Lena noticed the young man in black standing proudly behind the pretty doctor nod and leave. 

Lena could do nothing but watch as the woman gracefully advanced towards her. Before reaching Lena's bed, the doctor stopped by the table and chair. She removed a gold-clad pilot pen from the front pocket of her coat and quickly jotted something down on a notepad than returned the pad to her side pocket. Clicking the pen close, the mysterious lady returned the golden pen back into her pocket, resting it next to two silver capped ones. 

A dull screeching noise consumed the room as the pretty doctor slid towards Lena in a swivel chair. She slowly gave the patient a wide toothy smile, framed with red painted lips. 

"I'm surprised that you are up, Lena. My name is Doctor Lucretia Aloven, but you call me Lou." Lena was startled at how angelic her new doctor's voice sounded up close. Lou appeared to be in her mid-thirties, she had forest-green eyes and a straight nose. She wore classy pearl earrings and smelt like roses. 

"I must say, love, when Zane brought you in I was almost shocked half to death. You're so tiny, and to see all those cuts and bruises on you, nearly broke my heart. Who would do such a thing?" Lena opened her mouth to give a snippy reply, but was cut off the doctor's rapid chatter. 

"You have several broken ribs which will cause you some pain. While you were unconscious, I injected you with Coreine, which is a fast acting drug that will increase your body's natural healing process. So your ribs should be fully healed in just a few days rather than weeks. Unfortunately, the side effect is that your body will be more tired and weak during the healing process, since it is exerting a lot more of its energy into fixing your bones rather than providing nutrition." Lucretia had spoken so quickly that Lena was having trouble keeping up. 

"Where am I?" Lena finally asked when awkward silence filled the room.

A weak smile formed on the doctor's face as she spoke quietly, "You are in the Valyria infirmary, love." 

Confirming her fears, Lena merely nodded as dread washed over her features. She attempted to move her hand in order to brush a stray hair out of her face when the cuff prevented her from doing so. 

"Unfortunately," Lou spoke kindly, while pointing to the steel cuff binding her patient to the bed, "Zane requested you be restrained. He said it was for your own good, Lena. But for now, I'd like to do a checkup to see if you are starting to heal." The doctor moved over Lena and began gently probing the younger girl's sides and lower chest. 

In an attempt to escape, Lena reached out and grabbed the nice doctor's coat with her free hand and weakly pulled Lou towards her in an attack. 

With unexpected strength, Lucretia grabbed Lena's hand in a fast iron grip and ripped it off her coat, slamming it back down beside the girl's head with ease. Hovering over Lena, she glared down with dangerous green eyes and spoke with deadly purpose, "I will say this once, love. Do NOT take my kindness as a form of weakness."

"I'm...I'm sorry!" Lena said while feigning freight.

Unbeknownst to Lou, Lena's plan had not been to fight the pretty doctor. Her real target was obtaining the silver cap to one of the doctor's coat pens, which she now held tightly in the palm of her clenched fist, held down by Lucretia. 

"Well, if it isn't a painted fantasy of mine come to life," a deep sultry voice said. Both women snapped their attention to the man at the door. 

Leaning on the doorframe stood the handsome devil, Alexander Zane. Lena slightly moaned as she stared at the man who would likely be her downfall. Gone was his seductive suit, replaced with casual light blue jeans, a white t-shirt that clutch elegantly around his chiseled chest and grey flip flops. His hair was still naturally slicked back and his silvery-blue eyes shone brightly. He wore his wicked grin well as Zane looked towards the two attractive women. 

Lucretia removed her grip on Lena and turned towards the handsome man. Carefully Lena lowered her clenched fist to her side, and sneakily hid the cap beneath her back.

"Don't get any ideas, pretty boy," Lou spoke jokingly, "I was just introducing myself to our lovely patient, and I must say she is a beauty." The doctor turned slightly to give Lena a quick smile and friendly wink. 

Returning her attention back to Zane, the lovely doctor spoke in a more unprofessional tone, "Now before your stupidity reaches your dick, love, she is still recovering so try not to agitate her, okay. Or else I'll give you a few broken bones myself." 

Lena was astonished at the way Lucretia spoke towards a leader of Valyria. There was no fear in her voice whatsoever, even though she was talking to a vicious lion. Instead, Alexander Zane laughed carelessly and widened his grin. 

"Love you too, Lou!" He said whilst blowing a kiss towards her. 

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...if only you weren't such a snotty brat," Lou said nonchalantly. "I'll give you two some privacy now," the pretty doctor claimed as she strutted out the door. 

Zane watched Lou leave, loving the sway of her luscious backside as she walked. Once Lou was no longer in sight, he shut the door and gave Lena a hard gaze. 

Lena felt as though hours had passed while the Valyria Leader stared at her with intense eyes so powerful that her body began to sweat and her mouth water with need. She squeezed her thighs together as she came to the realization that her mouth wasn't the only thing getting wet. 

"Dammit!" Lena thought to herself, trying to break the overwhelming sexual attraction she had towards her abductor. 

"Lena Lockheart," Zane said in a voice just above a whisper. Lena dreaded how much she enjoyed hearing her name roll off his devilish tongue. 

"How do you know my name?" Lena said hastily not wanting her desire to show. 

"Tsktsktsk," Zane said while waving his finger side to side, "While I do not wish to sound like a stalker, I know everything about you, sweetheart."

Zane waited a moment, wanting to hear whatever snappy reply she would give him. When he heard none, Zane continued on with his speech "you were abandoned by your parents at age 3 at Wonderworld amusement park, in which you stood in the blazing sun for 5 hours waiting for them to return until you passed out from heat stroke. When no one claimed you from the hospital, the authorities finally relinquished you to the Sun and Moon Orphanage in Cerlaris, a small town on the outskirts of Heliopolis, under the Sillian syndicate. You lived there until two years ago, when you moved into Aragorn city...my city."

Lena stared wide-eyed at the intrusion of her past's privacy. Zane gave her another slow grin as he continued on without restraint, "While you live in Aragorn, you travel daily to Oreus City in which you proceeded to scam two million dollars from the streets. What you lacked to understand is that while Oreus is a free city under Heliopolis, Averda secretly runs a small portion of Oreus' street income. Thus you inadvertently stole two million from the Averda syndicate."

Lena closed her open mouth, her plan had been flawless. She never expected to be stealing from Averda. The best thing she could think of at the moment was to feign ignorance. "I've no idea what you are talking about," Lena said while attempting her hardest to calm a shaky voice. 

Zane covered the distance between them with several long strides. He reached his hand out and cupped his angel's jaw with a strong grip. Lena winced as his fingers grazed the delicate bruise that outlined the larger half of her cheek. Forcing her head upwards, he made Lena look at him. Zane gave her a deadly glare as he whispered angrily, "Do not lie to me, Lena."

Slightly loosening his grip, Zane once again smirked at the shaking girl before him, "Don't be frightened little bird," he whispered seductively, "I won't harm you, nor do I care where that two million is, after all, I've already made that much since our conversation started. I am more interested in how you stole the money, not where it is." Zane paused momentarily, giving her time to absorb his words, "Tell me how you did it, sweetheart. I'll protect you from them if you do."

Lena returned his intense gaze with a hard glare, 

"I am NOT your sweetheart," she said irritably, "And like I said before, I have no idea what you're talking about," Lena said lying once more. 

Zane's brows furrowed in frustration, with one hand he grabbed the blanket leisurely splayed across her form and yanked it off in a swift move. A shivered ran through Lena's body as she realized how flimsy the patient gown she wore was at protecting her body. Her vulnerability was evident as she saw the handsome devil stare at her with hungry eyes. God, Lena hated feeling vulnerable. A strong hand reached out, grazing Lena's thigh while it inched closer to her sex, lifting her gown higher in the process, "I told you not to lie to me, Lena, therefore as a punishment I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me, sweetheart," Zane whispered confidently into Lena's ear, emphasizing the last word.

Like a cornered animal, Lena frantically tried to prevent what she knew in her mind what was about to happen. She fisted her free hand in a poor attempt to soccer punch Zane in the jaw. Before her attack could connect it was intercepted by the leader, who effortlessly covered her small fist in his palm. Overpowering her, Zane trapped Lena's shaking hand above her head. Without warning Zane's mouth covered Lena with a hard kiss. Gone was the fluttering lightness that had characterized their first kiss, replaced by Zane's demanding need to dominate. Lena pressed her lips tightly together refusing entry into her mouth; the handsome leader corrected the denied admission by thrusting his middle finger hard into the tight opening of her dewy pussy. The sudden intrusion caused Lena's lips to part in a subtle moan; Zane took to opportunity to shove his tongue deep into her mouth. His tongue and finger mimicked each other, causing Lena to make cute noises. Soon the leader's thumb found her clit, rolling over the small nub gently, before increasing its pace to fast circular motions. 

Lena broke the kiss, gasping for a breath as she shrieked in pleasure as Zane flicked her clit. She could feel her herself becoming more wet, the sound of his finger violating her wanting pussy filled the room as Zane added another finger, causing her to stifle a loud moan. The handsome devil released her free hand momentarily as he tore open the front of her gown with unrestrained strength. He dipped his head between her breasts, licking and sucking on the soft flesh and a pink nipple. His hand returned to immobilize Lena's free hand, but she was too caught up in her own pleasure to even act upon the short freedom she had. Zane began sucking and biting on a mark that marred Lena's right breast, left by the molestation she received at the hand, well mouth, of Serens. He grinned happily, content that all the marks on her supple body were signs of his ownership. Zane stared warmly at Lena's face, watching as her eyes were tightly held shut in desire, her mouth slightly open while it moaned sweet sounds. He loved that Lena's hips had begun to meet the thrust of his fingers. His teased her delightful nub with his thumb, causing her to tighten around his fingers. He knew she was close. 

"Do you want to cum, Lena?" he said while grinning, "all you have to do, is tell me who you belong to."

Lena's eyes shot open as some of her senses returned to her clouded head, "Fuck you!" she spat out. "Go fuck yourself, go fuck your doctor, get the fuck off of me you fucking bastard, I belong to myself!" Lena screamed in a single breath. 

Lena watched as the handsome man's features darkened and his hand stop momentarily. His lips formed a thin line and his eyebrows pushed together in frustration as he absorbed her denial. She jerked forward when another finger forced its way in her tight entrance and his thumb began tracing slow circles around her clit again. Lena desperately tried to shake off Zane, but her attempts were futile. Slowly, she sunk back into the pleasure of his hand. Zane was silent as he let his fingers bring his angel to the brink of release. Lena's pussy was twitching and throbbing as the need to cum accumulated, yet she was ultimately unable to do so. Dread washed over her face as she tried to thrust herself harder onto his fingers. Zane evaded her attempts to cum, preventing her from creating her own release, "All you have to do is say my name, and I can take you to euphoria", the handsome leader said slowly. Once again his thumb flicked rhythmically over her nub. 

Zane stared hard into Lena's eyes, watching as tears formed in her eyes. She looked sadly back at him. The defenceless expression caused his cock to twitch as it strained against his breaches. It was taking a lot of Zane's self-restraint to not unzip his hard member and thrust it hard into the sweet girl's small channel. He knew she was not a virgin, but goddamn, she was tight. His cock stirred every time he felt the walls of his angel's pussy contract against his fingers and the soft, seductive noises she made had him on the brink of spilling his seed in his trousers, untouched. "Just fucking say it!" Zane snarled at Lena, quickening the pace of his fingers as he shoved them deeper and harder into her. When his middle finger brushed against her sweet spot, Lena's eyes widened and she bit her lip hard in order to stifle her voice.

"Please," Lena whispered dejectedly as her dignity and pride became overshadowed by the impending need to orgasm.

"Just. Say. It!" Zane said harshly, emphasizing each word with the thrust of his fingers.

Light tears finally fell from her eyes as Lena summoned her strength, shoving aside her pride and said, "Yours, I'm yours!"

With the words spoken, Zane began kissing and caressing Lena's soft neck, his fingers quickened their pace, each thrust hitting her sweet spot. Lena's need had built up so much that the moment Zane flicked her clit while his fingers brushed against her G spot had her over the edge. She came, hard. Dew covered Zane's hand as her pussy spasm around his fingers. Lena had tilted her head back allowing the pleasure to flow through her body. Zane bit her earlobe softly, as Lena began recovering from her release. 

"Fuck!" Lena whispered softly, as humiliation hit her. She shut her eyes tightly, hearing light chuckling from the handsome devil. "God, I hate this man," Lena thought quietly to herself.

"You're mine Lena, don't ever forget that," Zane told her. While she couldn't see his expression with her eyes shut, Lena had a feeling he was giving her his arrogant grin.

"I'll be back later so we can talk, hopefully, you'll be more inclined to answering me truthfully. If not, I'll be glad to show you who your master is again, this time, while I'm shoving my cock deep inside you, and you scream my name as you cum around my hard dick."

Lena shook her head lightly, keeping her eyes shut until she heard his footsteps reach the door, the door shut, and a lock click. 

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Lena didn't know how much time had passed as she laid there dejectedly. It had been a while since her breaths had finally steadied from the frantic puffs that characterized the aftermath of her orgasm. She had cast aside her pride for pleasure, and now her humiliation would show every time that devil looked at her. Lena felt goosebumps cover her open skin as her body was no longer warm from her release and the blanket rested haphazardly off the edge of the bed, far from her reach. The evidence of her body's betrayal was sprayed across her inner thighs and mound, "You little piece of shit," she said emotionlessly towards her sex. She could still smell her cum in the air and scrunched her nose in disgust. Looking down she stared at her breast, uncovered by the ripped cloth of her gown. She spied the red spot and teeth marks that enveloped her creamy breasts. Anger rose in her as she realized that he had marked her as his. The desire to escape only intensified with that realization. "I need to escape before I lose myself," Lena said with the emergence of a new found determination.

She listened quietly for several minutes, waiting for footsteps or the sounds of voices. The eerie silence confirmed her desire to break out immediately. Reaching beneath the small of her back, she found the little silver cap that she had stolen earlier. Eyeing the item, she noticed a tiny engraving on the stem of the cap "L.A." Feeling bad about stealing something that could have sentimental value, Lena decided that once she escaped, she would leave the cap, hopefully somewhere that it would get returned to the pretty doctor. Without hesitation, Lena started working on the cuff. She inserted the stem of the cap into the small key hole of the cuff, and began twisting and turning the item. After fiddling around with the cap and cuff for a solid thirty minutes, Lena heard the faint click of the cuff being unlocked. Relief flowed through her as she freed her hand. Lena rubbed her sore wrist, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm her terrified heart. 

Slowly, Lena gathered herself up, placing one foot on the cool tile and then the other. She attempted to stand, but fell down immediately. Her legs were weak and tired. Lena thought back and remembered what Lou had told her earlier. The drug she was injected with in order to speed up the healing of her ribs, was taking energy from the rest of her body, leaving her limbs frail. With that knowledge, Lena knew that escape would be a lot harder. With a strong determination, Lena lifted herself off the ground. She stood on wobbly legs, her hands holding onto the bed's frame for support. Placing the cap between her teeth, Lena slowly began to move. She traced her hands on the wall, sometimes leaning her body onto the wall in order to prevent herself from falling. It took her longer to reach the door than expected, and a small part of Lena asked herself if it was the right time to break out, perhaps she should wait until she had more strength or was fully recovered. Lena shook those thoughts from her head, adamantly settling on the need to escape now, or suffer more humiliation.

Falling to her knees, Lena pressed her right ear up against the door, listening for sounds of people and guards. Lena had no conception of time while she was in the infirmary. Not knowing if it was day or night hindered Lena's plans. Most facilities had fewer guards at night, and Lena hoped that it was night time, so that the chances of her being caught were less probable. She also prayed that Valyria's infirmary followed that same rule. After hearing no sounds, Lena began to pick away at the door's lock. It was a lot easier to crack than her cuff, since the key hole was bigger, and within a few minutes Lena was peering into eerily bright halls. Turning her head in each direction, Lena realized that the space was empty. Slowly, Lena got to her feet and began walking. She left the cap on the floor next to the door, sure that she would not have to pick anymore locks. Her escape was unhindered, as she walked along the long narrow hall. The walls of the halls were bare, no pictures or signs to indicate where she was. As Lena continued to walk against the wall, she came across a room. The top have of the door was glass, and Lena looked carefully into the room. She saw the long hair and back of the pretty doctor and immediately ducked, Lena crawled past Lou's office, causing light strands of her hair to catch in the name plate on the door. She squinted in pain as the strands were yanked from her head and quickly rubbed the sore spot with the palm of her hand.





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Finally, passing the office, Lena stood and turned a corner. She kept walking through the narrow halls passing each door carefully. Some doors were solidly covered and locked, others were half glass. She peered into every room that should could and came to the realization that there were no windows in any of the rooms. Finally, it dawned on Lena that the infirmary was located in the basement of the building, which explained that lack of people, windows, and the bright florescent lights. Her chances at escaping were quickly dwindling, as Lena became aware of the fact that she would have to travel up different levels where there would definitely be more men guarding and travelling the halls. The sounds of footsteps snapped Lena from her contemplation. She looked behind her to see two men turning the corner. Both were dressed in fine black uniforms, unadorned while cheerily engaged in chit-chat.

"Hey! What are you doing?" One of the men yelled in a strong deep voice. 

Summoning strength that Lena didn't know she had, Lena bolted from the wall in an adrenaline laced run. She could hear the footsteps of her followers chasing behind her. Running with all her might Lena spied a door at the end of the hall with the words exit above it. She burst through the door, entering into a stairwell. She began taking the steps two at a time, all the while hearing both men call for her to halt. Tired and weak, Lena's vision began to blur. She miscalculated her next step, and ended up falling face first onto the cement stairs. Her hands barely caught her fall preventing her nose from smashing into the step, but the drop had caused her body to tumble down the flight of stairs. Lena's pursuers both moved out of the way as her body fell unceremoniously down past them. When she had finally reached the bottom, both men ran to her side. Lena looked up at the two concerned faces before her lids felt heavy and she shut her eyes tiredly.

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An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 02



Sorry for the long wait! I thank everyone fore voting and commenting, they are my fuel to write. For the next couple chapters, I will be dabbing into the themes of nonconsent, but it'll get more prominent in later chapters! Thanks a bunches

-SFM

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Alexander Zane sat motionlessly as he contemplated his next form of action. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, a war was brewing between the groups. Eons ago, his ancestors had helped form the five syndicates of Heliopolis; Valyria, Sillia, Averda, Erysia and Nyscaria. While Valyria was remaining strong in the midst of distress, the growing militia was just waiting for an opportunity to break out from their confines and gain control of the country by eliminating syndicate rule. 

His biggest problem right now, was the beauty he unceremoniously 'rescued'. Zane knew that once Zero found out about the death of Serens, he would demand retribution for not only his lost funds but also the life of one of his men. He would demand Lena. Zane shook those thoughts from his mind. He would never willingly let his enemy have her, not when he had spent the last two years protecting her from the shadows. 

Yet, his concern constantly centered on the war his actions could potentially ignite. 

Valyria's relationship with Averda was already on rocky grounds ever since an incident two years ago that left several top members on each side floating in various bodies of water. It took a lot of negotiations between the heads of each group in order to establish the flimsy peace treaty that now existed. That agreement gave Averda control over some of the free cities' streets as well as gave Valyria, influence over Averda's drug routes. Zane was positive that his father, Leon wouldn't hesitate to give his angel to Zero as a way to maintain the harmony, especially, when Lena had no ties to the group. Zane knew he needed think of a way to rectify the situation and fast. 

Looking out the car window, Zane watched as a whirlwind of colours and lights passed by. Cole was in the front driving carefully through the tight roads, while Ares sat patiently next to him. The interior of the vehicle was all black leather with hints of silver designs embedded on the doors and window frames. Zane felt stiff in his suit, he loosened his tie and took a deep breath. His meeting with Madam Nyla in the simplest terms could have gone better. The woman wasn't known for her kind-heartedness but rather for her stubborn fierceness and cruelty. Nyla being his aunt didn't help his request at all. She shot down his invitation for partnership without restraint. 

For decades Valyria was subdivided into various sections under control of top members, each responsible for protecting and guarding their territory and the citizens within them. His father Leon was the current leader who ran the entire syndicate, each section paid tribute to him and in return he ensured the vitality of the organization. While, each section was still Valyria, it was common for sections to join forces in an alliance in order to defeat invading outsider groups such as the militia, before it reached the leader's attention. Zane had hoped that his aunt would accept his plea, and join forces. The both of them combined would have had large enough numbers and power to fight off Averda forces, should a war erupt. 

Unfortunately, his fiery aunt had glared at him with the same silver blue eyes that characterized their family. She had spoken in a cold tone, "you are still too young to understand the affairs of men," and had her own nephew escorted promptly off her estate. 

"Fuck!" Zane thought silently to himself, "I'm 23 years old and she still treats me like a pubescent teenager trying to act big." 

"You know Alexander..." a soft voice erupted beside him breaking him out of his deep contemplation. Zane turned his head and looked at the older man. Ares was like a father to him. In fact, he had raised Zane more than his own father had. Deep feelings of respect automatically formed in the younger man as he listened inquisitively to what Ares had to say. 

"People can feel when you're really angry. It just rolls off your skin..." Ares had his naturally wide grin plastered on his face as he pointed towards the driver, "Just look, you're already making Cole feel uncomfortable."

Zane looked towards his friend who was watching them in the rear-view mirror. Cole wore his usual stoic expression as he eavesdropped. Watching the two younger men exchange confused looks caused Ares to burst out laughing. His laughter was so contagious, that within moments the whole car erupted in hilarity. 

Their humour was short lived as Zane reached into his suit pocket and answered his beeping phone, "Hello?"

Ares watched intently as a series of emotions crossed Zane's face. 

"She did what?" Zane said with a barely contained anger.

Ares let out a small smile.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes...make sure you put someone outside her door." Zane said sternly, effectively ending the conversation. He then slammed his fist into the side of the car door in frustration. 

Cole raised his brow quizzically, 

"Fuck!" Zane exclaimed, "She stole a pen cap off Lou and picked the lock on her cuff and the door. She fucking tried to run away and ended up falling down a flight of stairs!"

"I'm liking this girl already!" Cole said with a wide smile as he looked at his angry friend through the rear-view mirror.

Once again, Ares let out a light hearted chuckle as he gave Zane a friendly slap on the shoulder. 

"What?" Zane said angrily.

Ares looked towards his younger friend and with a smile said, "You basically abducted and imprisoned the girl...what girl in her right mind wouldn't try to run, especially when her captor is a reputable gangster!"

"I took her for her own safety," Zane said with a pout, "Zero probably already has men looking for Serens' body. If I didn't..."

"And did you tell her that?" Ares said interrupting his young master.

"Not exactly..." 

"Well then, in her eyes you kidnapped her, handcuffed her and locked her up in a basement...quite similar to what Serens did, no wonder she ran." 

Zane stared with intense eyes at Ares. He hated being compared to that sick bastard, Serens.

"An infirmary isn't a basement" Zane said in denial. 

"A windowless room in the deepest part of a hole in the ground... sounds like a conventional basement to me," Cole said playfully. 

Zane leaned back and sighed, "What is this? Pick on Zane day? And don't forget that it was in that very basement where both of your lives were saved...multiple times!"

"Okay, Okay..." Ares raised his hands in surrender, "it's a basement infirmary, but that still doesn't change the fact that the poor girl is probably terrified in there,"

"Fine!" Zane said loudly, "I'll tell her why I took her, and when she comes to the realization that I am her savior, than we won't have this problem anymore."

Sharp green eyes stared at Zane. The younger man looked back at Ares waiting for him to say whatever it was on his mind.

"And when or if she comes to this 'realization'," Ares mimicked air quotations as he spoke, "are you expecting her legs to magically open for you?"

Ares hesitated momentarily in order to think of a proper way to phrase his next statement.

"Listen, I've helped you spend the last two years looking after this girl. She's not the type to be swayed by your power, money or looks. She's not like the other girls you've played with, and it is that very quality that attracts you to her...Tread carefully, Zane. If you take away too much of her freedom and wild spirit, she'll cut your throat and feed your carcass to the wolves."

Zane nodded his head, fully understanding the warning his friend was telling him. 

"How do I keep her with me and tame her without taking away her freedom then?" The young man asked quietly. 

Softly, Ares patted the Zane's shoulder, "The best way...is to let her make the decision to stay herself."

Zane furrowed his brows, knowing that the likelihood of her choosing to stay on her own free will was small. 

His ears perked up as his older friend continued.

"However..." Ares said returning his handsome grin, "That just means that you need to make it so that she feels that the choice is hers."

Cole interrupted their conversation by clearing his throat, "I hate to break up this heartwarming father-like figure and son moment...but we are back at base now." 

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With a rush Zane stormed the building, taking the elevator down to the infirmary. He was eager to see Lena immediately. The elevator doors opened with a "ping" and no sooner was Zane charging down the halls. 

Ares and Cole were right on his heels, and Lucretia met them outside her office. She was tapping her right foot impatiently and wore an angry expression. Lou held a clipboard to her chest and when she spotted Zane she stepped in front of him. Without warning the pretty doctor punched Zane right in the stomach. The handsome man gave a light groan and clutched his gut.

"What the hell, Lou?" Zane exclaimed fiercely. 

"I. Told. You. Not. To. Agitate. Her!" Lucretia began hitting Zane on the shoulder with light blows from her clipboard as she emphasized every word.

Zane grabbed the doctor's wrist in a solid grasp, "I didn't exactly agitate her," He said defensively. 

Lou gave the handsome man a deadly glare and spoke angrily, "No, you did something worse! You made her decide in a drugged up stupor to try and escape a heavily guarded base! For goodness sake, what did you do to make her want to leave so badly?"

Zane, still clutching on to the doctor's wrist shoved Lucretia's arm down and gave her a hard glare.

"Shut up, Lou," He said in a quiet whisper.

Zane strutted past her and headed straight for Lena's room. The guard placed to watch over Lena quickly unlocked the door upon seeing his boss. 

Zane nodded to the young man in black and entered the room, slamming the door behind him. 

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Lena was startled when her prison door flew open and slammed shut, but she was absolutely terrified when she saw the look splayed across the handsome man's face. Okay, so perhaps her escape plan wasn't the brightest, but hell, the chance of freedom beat having to endure the intense gaze she was suffering now. 

"Damn," She thought to herself. Even when he's angry he's still a sexy bastard. 

Lena felt her sex tingle with familiar sensations and knew she was already getting wet. Lena looked down at her traitorous body and willed it to behave, "Down girl, he's not a horse you want to ride on."

"Oh yes he is," A part of her mind argued. 

Forcing herself to look at Zane, Lena watched as he stalked closer to her. She noticed him squeezing his fists repeatedly in a habitual way of calming himself.

"Oh shit, this'll be fun," She thought to herself sarcastically. 

Zane finally got his breaths to steady. He was already frustrated when he entered the room, but when he saw Lena, had those innocent eyes stare at him, a wave of restlessness washed over him. He was furious that she had tried to leave him, but grateful that she was not terribly injured. 

"Are you okay?" Zane asked with surprising calmness.

Lena looked at him, she was studying his expressions. 

"Could be better," She said warily. 

Lena was wondering why he was talking so calm, especially when his overall body language was screaming the desire to throw things. 

An awkward silence filled the room, and Lena was beginning to get nervous as she felt Zane's gaze dig into her soul. 

"Of all the stupid things you could do..." Zane said, slowly getting louder and more vicious, "This has got to be absolutely ridiculous!" 

Zane took a breath, his eyes never faltering as he watched Lena avoid his gaze. 

"For God's sake, Lena, my men could have shot you, or you could've been more injured. What the hell were you thinking?" Zane could feel himself start to snarl. 

Lena's switch flipped, "I was thinking that I need to get the fuck out of here..." She screamed angrily, "Are you nuts? You purposely imprisoned me and molested me. Of course, I would try to leave you, you jerk!" 

Lena saw the slow slanted grin that appeared on her captor's face and immediately wanted to slap it right off. 

"Fuck you!" She spat out. 

Zane merely regarded her anger as cute.

"If I do remember correctly, little pet..." Zane said while slowly creeping towards her bed, "That it was you, screaming for me as you came hard and fast."

Zane smiled widely, remembering the feel of her hot flesh as it tightened and pulsed around his fingers. He could still smell her dewy fragrance in the lackluster room which made his dick strain against his trousers.

"Are you expecting me to believe... that you weren't willing, sweetheart?" Zane continued. 

If Lena wasn't giving him death glares before, she definitely was now. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits, and her lips quivered in rage. 

"You think that just because you made me cum, that means you own my body. Or that you're special?" She yelled.

She saw Zane raise his brow curiously, 

Lena continued without apprehension, "Cumming; sweetheart, is a normal reaction to stimulus. Many could have caused it, in fact many others have."

Zane's grin was gone as he scowled at her words.

For the second time, Zane ripped the blanket place lazily across her frail body and cupped her mound with little restraint.

He inserted a finger into the soft, wet flesh producing a moan from Lena. 

"You're this wet, and you're trying to deny that overwhelming desire you feel for me...you're a terrible actor Lena."

Lena shuddered as Zane's finger assaulted her sex in all the right places. He was going in deep and fast, just how she liked it. "Damn! He's good at this," Lena unwillingly thought to herself as Zane's finger twisted in her inner flesh brushing against her g spot. She let out a pleasure-ridden scream.

"Don't get c-cocky..." Lena stuttered, trying to bite down a moan and her rising orgasm, "this just means, that you know how to push a woman's button. I. Don't. Want. You."

Lena was frightened when she heard the animalistic growling noise coming out of her captor. She didn't think he's physically abuse her injured body but the way he was acting now, 

sent shivers down her spine. 

The handsome leader removed his finger from her traitorous sex, and cupped Lena's throat with a calloused hand. The grip wasn't tight enough to suffocate her, but was strong enough to place uncomfortable pressure upon her delicate throat. 

Zane brought his head down so that his eyes met the lavender ones of his defiant angel. His upper lip curled as he spoke authoritatively, "That's where you're wrong, little pet. You are mine, and while I cannot erase your history with other men, I can erase their presence from your body, so that every mark and every touch is mine and mine alone. And as a warning sweetheart, if you EVER bring up one of your promiscuous exploits to me again, I'll hunt every single one down, and kill them in the worst possible ways. Do you understand, Lena?" 

Lena stared open mouthed at that statement. 

"The fuck's wrong with you?" She yelled.

The hand around Lena's throat tightened and she slightly choked.

"Fucking bastard!" Lena said in a small voice, unable to take in a lot of air.

Zane's eyes glared with a force befitting a syndicate leader. He knew he was acting irrational but he still couldn't stop himself from forcing his dominance over her. It frustrated him that his darling angel could make him act so out of character. He didn't like losing control. 

The door burst open and Ares strolled in awkwardly. 

Ares immediately sensed the obvious stalemate going on between the two, neither willing to submit to the other. The tension in the room was overwhelming and he gave a fake laugh in order to alleviate some of the pent up hostility. 

"Oh hoho! Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." He said with a chuckle while holding both his hands up as a way to appease his disruption. Of course that was a lie, he had his ear pressed up to the door and was waiting for the moment when he should interrupt the two confused individuals before they ripped each 

other's throat out. 

Two pairs of heated eyes stared vividly at Ares, and he groaned with unease. 

"What do you need Ares?" Zane spat out viciously while slowly lowering his hand from Lena's throat. 

At that moment Lucretia walked in, flipping her hair as she sent the young lord a seething glance. 

"How's your shoulder, Lena?" The pretty doctor asked in a friendly tone. 

Lena stared wide eyed at the situation in front of her. Zane and Lou stood competitively at her bedside. She could practically feel the rage emit off Zane, and the pretty doctor had an equally irate aura. Behind them, the condition seemed less intense. Ares stood a few steps behind Zane; he had both his hands causally in his pant pockets and wore a wide smile. The man named Cole leaned languidly on the doorframe. A look of pure amusement plastered on his face. 

Lena winced slightly as she felt cold fingers gently press against her abused ribs. 

Lou looked at her understandingly, "They're healing...slowly but surely." The pretty doctor moved her touch and slightly adjusted Lena's arm.

"What are you doing?" Zane asked.

Without turning her head, Lucretia gave Zane a sideways glare. She said nothing and continued checking her patient's injuries. 

Without warning Zane reached out and grabbed a fistful of the pretty doctor's long locks. He slightly pulled back and whispered into her ear with deadly authority, "Don't forget your place, Lucretia. While I have a deep appreciation for your brother and all he has done for me, if you disrespect me again, you'll find yourself on the streets with deep welts on your ass. Do you understand?" 

Lou simply nodded, "She dislocated her arm when she fell."

"And her overall condition?" Zane asked impatiently.

"Her ribs took a real hit when she fell, but overall, she is healing on schedule... I can release her in a few days."

The young master merely nodded. 

"Well that's wonderful!" A loud voice boomed from behind. 

The older man moved to stand in between Zane and Lou. Greeting the young girl, Ares held out his hand, "Ares Aloven... It's a pleasure to finally introduce myself, Lena."

Lena stared widely at the hand. She raised her brow slightly and moved her bound hands in order to show the kind man that both her wrists were promptly cuffed to the bed. 

Upon seeing the condition of her confinement, Ares gave her a gentle look, "Are these really necessary, Alexander?"

"Yes," Zane practically seethed, "When she is more healthy and I'm convinced she won't run, they can be removed...but no sooner."

Lena looked at all the faces, "Aloven? Are you to married?" She asked quietly looking at both Lucretia and Ares.

"Oh God! No!" The pretty doctor practically shouted. "He is my older brother."

Lena began to recognize the facial similarities between the two siblings. They both had dark honey coloured hair and the same sympathetic green eyes with dark irises.

"If you're done gawking, you all can leave now!" Zane barked.

"Alexander," Ares said gently, "From what I overheard earlier, perhaps, Lena would be more inclined to answer some questions if I ask politely...though the decision for me to do so is yours, my Lord."

Zane took a moment to think, he knew Ares was right. The older man tended to be right a lot. Whenever Zane was alone with Lena he found himself losing his composure more frequently and quicker. "Damn." He thought to himself. This girl had to have some sort of spell cast over him, one that made him act like a horny teenager the majority of the time he spent with her, and an idiot the rest of the time. 




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"Fine," Zane said reluctantly. 

The third man had left his station by the door. He walked up to Lena, and kissed a bound hand, "Cole Matheson," he said in a deep velvety voice. 

Zane tensed and squeezed his fist, "Cole..." He said warningly.

The two Aloven siblings let out an unrestrained laugh.

"Lena, how are you feeling?" Ares finally asked.

"Is that a serious question or a rhetoric one?" Lena said suspiciously. "If it's a serious one, well can't you see I'm just peachy being bound against my will?"

The older man was quite shocked that such a little girl had such a profound mouth. 

Zane snapped his head, "Watch yourself, Lena." He said viciously. 

Lena narrowed her eyes in defiance, "Or what, you'll put me out on the streets with welts on MY 

ass?"

"Now, now, calm down you two," Ares said kindly, attempting to mediate the situation.

"Listen Lena, I'll be blunt. The man you killed, Serens, he was a close friend of Maddox Zero of Averda. That day, we hacked into the camera system that was put in place when Serens was "interrogating" you. We weren't the only ones who were watching. Zero knows who you are and what you did. Cole was able to cut off the wireless video feed before we entered the building. So, there is a small chance that Zero does not know you are here."

Lena nodded as her brain began to take in all that information. She was thoroughly frightened. She had heard the vile rumours about Zero, and she hoped she'd never have to meet him.

After a moment of contemplating, Lena looked straight at Ares. Her face barely hid her fear. "What do you want from me?" She asked solemnly.

"Alexander?" Ares asked softly. 

Everyone turned to stare at Zane who wore an emotionless expression. He had crossed both suit clad arms on his solid chest. "Work for me, Lena." He demanded. 

"Excuse me?" Lena asked confused. 

Zane stood firmly as he repeated his objective. Gone was the flustering anger he had before, replaced with smooth confidence. Zane glanced briefly at Ares who was unsure of what his young master was planning. 

"I said, work for me. I will pay you, and give you protection. If you are a member of Valyria, it will defer Zero from causing a personal retribution against you."

Lena wasn't exactly jumping on the prospect of joining the most feared syndicate in the country, instead she was scared shitless. Her bodily injuries and drugged up stupor had allowed her to forget the feeling of killing someone, but at that moment all the memories and fear came rushing back. If she worked for the handsome man who gave her hard glares and made every nerve of her body tingle with need, she'd have to kill more people. She'd have to murder more. She'd be the despicable people who destroyed many lives. There was no way that she'd let herself be the cause of other people's suffering. 

"I won't kill for you or for your murderous family," Lena said as she turned her gaze to nothing in particular. 

"I'm not asking you to."

Lena gave an audible sigh.

"Yes, you are." The young girl's eyes briefly portrayed a deep sadness that Zane was quick to catch before it disappeared entirely. 

"Everyone leave!" Zane ordered and this time without any following arguments. 

Quickly the trio filed out of the room, wordlessly leaving two difficult individuals together.

Stubbornly, Zane pulled the swivel chair closer to the bed and sat abruptly next to Lena. He folded his arms to his chest and let out an angry growl.

Lena and Zane sat quietly neither wanting to be the first to break the silence. Instead, Lena began to think and fantasize of better days. The handsome man on the other hand, had flipped out his phone and began reading and typing endlessly into the device. Dirty business, she thought to herself.

After a long period of time Lena felt a cramping in her bladder, and as the time flew by the feeling got more and more intense. Every three hours two guards would come to collect her so that she could relieve herself in the bathroom down the hall. Yes, she was heavily guarded and bound when she went, and the security and carefulness of the routine only increased after her escape attempt, but it beat pissing her bed. Lena only recently noticed how she hadn't been allowed to go for five hours, and her body was clearly showing its discomfort.

Finally giving in to the irritating pain Lena broke the silence, "I need to use the bathroom," She said in a barely audible whisper. 

Lena watched as the handsome man didn't even look at her, he just continued to stare at the bright screen of his phone.

"Hmm?" He asked with a devious smirk. Lena knew he had heard her request; he was trying to get a rise out of her. 

"I said I need to pee," Lena said louder, more avidly. 

The devilish bastard finally looked up at Lena with a toothy smile breaking through his seductive lips. 

"Shall I get you a bedpan then?" 

Lena's mouth opened in a definite O formation as shock vibrated through her nerves. 

"Fuck you!" She spat out. 

"Fuck me?" Zane said playfully as he rose from his seat and gracefully jumped on top of her effectively pinning her bound form beneath him. "I think that's a wonderful idea. I'd love to feel you tighten around my cock as I drive mercilessly in your sweet..."

"I'll fucking kill you!" Lena interrupted. A new slanted grin emerged on the handsome bastard's face. 'Dammit!' Lena thought to herself, 'How many smiles does this man have, and why are they all fucking delicious.'

Zane lifted a finger and began to playfully play with a strand of her soft hair. He curled the lock into his finger and pulled slightly, "Are you threatening to kill me after you declared that you'd never be a murderer like me? You aren't a hypocrite are you?" The grin only widened as he felt her soft body twitch beneath his hard form, "You're not a good liar, Lena. But if you won't work for me, then be mine. Warm my bed and I'll protect you from the big bad wolfs." Zane leaned his head down and began to make a trail of kisses from the younger girl's neck to the back of her ear. He sexually nibbled her earlobe and sucked it between his teeth.

Lena took a deep breath. She didn't want to be turned on but her body never liked to agree with her. The only think preventing Lena from begging him to fuck her, was the desperate desire to release her bladder.

"I'll pee on you," she said, causing a chuckle out of Zane, "I'm fucking serious!" She practically screamed.

"Fine," Zane looked her straight in the eyes. "I can take you... If you make me one promise...Take a few days to think about working for me, I won't accept any decision until the day Lou releases you."

Purple eyes looked suspiciously into Zane's stormy blue ones, "My answer will be the same, no matter how long I think about it."

Zane got off Lena, and in moments he was hauling her to her feet and down the hall. As they passed by the pretty doctor's office, they could hear the friendly sounds of joyful laughter and playful banter.

When they finally reached the bathroom door, Lena was half expecting the handsome man to let her do her business alone, after all he hadn't bother to cuff her arms together like the other guards had. Though, she was sure he was confident that she wouldn't try another half assed escape attempt, especially with him watching her so intently. Instead, Zane entered the bathroom with her, closing the door with his foot and shoving her towards the toilet. Surely, he wasn't planning to watch, was he? A flush of crimson covered Lena's face as she realized that was his very intent.

She stood defiantly in front of him. The bathroom itself was quite small by any standards. The sink and toilet were merely an arm's reach away from the door and the walls were the same boring white as her prison, made duller by the florescent lights that lit the room. She watched as Zane leaned his back against the door and had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He knew how embarrassed she was, and he loved making her bend to his will. 

"Having performance anxiety?" He asked smugly.

Lena glared angrily, "A little privacy would be nice, Perv." 

"I don't like having my back turned against someone who would try to stab me first chance she got. And, we wouldn't want you getting any more ideas of escape, should you fail and hurt yourself...again. Besides who would've thought that the strong, beautiful and confident Lena, is getting cold feet now." 

Lena clenched her closed fist and stormed to the toilet. She pulled down her flimsy pants and sat on the cold seat. She averted her eyes to the side in an attempt to avoid Zane's wild gaze. She'd be lying through her teeth if Lena said she wasn't nervous, in fact, she was mortified. After a brief moment she could feel the hot liquid start to escape in a slow stream, her confidence escaping with it. When she finished, Lena wiped herself awkwardly in an attempt to prevent exposing any of her bare sex in front of the handsome man. 

Her futile attempts were noticed and Zane's smile only widened. She flushed the toilet and quickly washed her hands in the porcelain sink next to the toilet. She took several deep breaths in order to steady herself and give a chance for her poise to return. Finally, feeling a little more relieved, she turned and gave a hard slap to the handsome man's face. She was surprised when his head barely moved. She had put a lot of strength into that slap, and instead he acted like it didn't faze him. 

"Don't you ever do that again," Zane said between clenched teeth. 

"Or what, you'll spank me?" Lena argued, tilting her head condescendingly.

"I like to make my threats before I carry them out. But I could think of other things...to punish you with right now."

Lena stepped backwards causing herself to bump into the sink. She immediately regretted it. 'Fuck!' she thought to herself.

Zane closed the space between them. They were now chest to chest. Lena's frantic breathing was brushing against Zane's chest filled with calmer breaths. He towered over her small frame as he looked down at her. Her dark brown hair was in tangles from not being combed but still glistened with youthful elegance. Her eyelashes were thick and fluttering as her head tried to think of ways out of her current predicament. What caught Zane's attention was the full lips that she unconsciously bit and the downwards view he had of her supple breasts, barely covered by her shirt. 

Lena was becoming more agitated as she felt Zane's hot breaths fall on her face and chest. Her nipples became hard and her knees were becoming weak. Lena placed both arms behind her onto the sink in order to keep herself from falling. 

Zane grabbed her waist, pulling the younger woman into an embrace. His free hand cupped her left breast and kneaded the soft flesh between his fingers. He found the pointy button of her nipple and flicked it. A soft moan escaped Lena's lips. Zane lowered his head to the crevice of her neck, inhaling her natural light scent. He moved his hands further down her body, feeling the soft curve of her hips until both hands rested on the soft flesh of her ass. He groped the two globes with a hard grip, effectively hauling her closer into his hard body, and hard cock.

Lena roamed her hands down Zane's impressive biceps, and inhaled his musky and smoky scent. 

She began to lick and nip the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder and was rewarded with a moan. Lena's hands moved further down south, until her fingertips grazed the top of his belt. Slowly, she moved her fingers back upwards, untucking his shirt in the process. She loved the feeling of his solid flesh beneath her fingertips, lazily trailing circles on his abdomen. His scent was intoxicating and Lena could feel herself fall deeper and deeper as his lust laced aura pulled her further into sweet oblivion. 

Breaking through her sexual trance, Lena raised both of her hands to the handsome man's chest and pushed as hard as she could. 

"Fuck you!" She spat out violently.

Zane was caught off guard and the force of her push caused him to fall back few steps. He wore an unreadable expression as he took a hand and ran his fingers through his locks. With a sigh, Zane put both his hands in his pant pocket and glared straight at the beautiful tease before him. 

"That's exactly what I was trying to do before you pushed me, Lena." He said impatiently, clearly irritated from his pent up frustrations.

"Stay the HELL away from me!" She screamed.

Zane took a step closer to her, closing that small distance she had created. He jerked her arm and turned her around so that her luscious derriere was pressed against his impressive hard on. He pushed his pelvis into her, so that his cock was buried between her butt cheeks, only clothing preventing them from actually touching. With his other hand, Zane pushed down on the small of her back, causing the smaller girl to lean forward onto the sink. 

Lena tried to struggle as she realized that she was helplessly bent over the sink counter, with her dominant hand bound behind her back and her free arm flailing pointlessly around. She could feel the heat of his hard cock seep through his pants and her pajamas. A moan escaped her pressed lips when Zane had thrust himself into her. A part of her thanked the flimsy material of cloth that was preventing him from actually fucking her, but a larger part of her wanted to turn around, strip him down to nothing, and drive herself onto his raging organ that was begging for her warm body. 

With more powerful thrusts, Zane was effectively dry humping Lena. He wanted so desperately to pull down her pants, and drive himself into her delicious folds. Too soon, he finally concluded and stopped his movements. Frustrated and irritated, Zane wanted to teach his little tease a lesson. He gripped her arm tighter and with his free hand he raised it up high, before driving it down onto her ass. 

Lena let out a startled scream. She had not expected to actually be spanked. The hit itself did not actually hurt, but she knew he was nowhere near done with her. Mercilessly, Zane began sending rapid hits onto her bottom. He was rewarded with the soft, angry, pleasure filled moans and grunts.

After twenty spanks Zane was feeling tired and his hand was throbbing. He put his hand underneath her twitching pussy and spanked it once, hard. Lena screamed loudly. 

"Fuck!" She bellowed.

Finished with his punishment, Zane leaned down over Lena, and whispered seductively into her ear, "Remember that this ass and pussy is mine, regardless of your decision."

He hauled her back up effectively placing her tired, weak body over his shoulders, carrying her back into her room in a fireman's carry. Silently, Lena was thankful; her legs were way too weak to have made it back on their own.

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In the darkness of his office, Maddox sat patiently. Black and white pictures fluttered the top of his dark mahogany desk. To the side, his laptop kept playing the same soundless video. He twirled the glass in his hand before taking a long swig, emptying its contents. Putting the glass down, he picked up a picture instead. He stared at the colourless image for a long moment, taking in every detail, every contour, and every element of the girl. God, she was beautiful, he thought to himself. In the photo, her dark hair was blowing in several directions. She had one hand holding the hair on the top of her head down, preventing her locks from covering into her face. Her other hand was clutching the front of her jacket, and she wore a curious expression, almost as if she knew she was being followed.

Maddox's gaze locked onto another photo, the one he found himself constantly drawn to. For him, this one was the most unique, and candidly appealing. In the majority of the pictures, the girl always gave an expression as if she knew someone was watching her, but in this one, she was completely vulnerable. She was giving the most pleasant smile; her long locks were tamed down, framing the softness of her face. Her whole body language including the expression in her eyes had shown complete happiness. She was giving an uninhibited smile framed by plump pink lips that caused an unfamiliar tingling in Maddox's chest. 

Maddox ran a hand lazily through his dark blond locks. He had his hair slick back but a stray hair always seemed to fall into his eyes. He leaned back into the comfort of his office chair. He wore a custom-made dark grey suit that fit his entire muscular frame. At 6'5 he towered over many and he loved the superiority of his body. For the umpteenth time he began watching the video again. The colourless video always made his dick rise to attention. 

"Lena Lockheart...just who are you," Maddox said to himself.

For the last few weeks he had realized that money was missing in the revenue he collected from Oreus City. At first, he had thought that one of the useless thugs he hired had been trying to scam him. After weeks of interrogating many, he realized that whoever had gotten the best of him, did not work for him at all. To his surprise, his men had informed him that thief was in actuality a woman and a damn fine one at that. He had sent Serens to investigate and deal with her. When he had received Seren's video feed, he watched it curiously. It was in that live feed that he saw her for the first time. She was bound with her delicate wrists raised over her head, yet she wore an empty expression. He watched as her wide eyes stared blankly at Serens, her pink lips were plump and full, her cheeks lightly flushed with a natural tint. She looked like a complete angel. 

He watched on as Serens had delivered a hard blow to her face. He had never liked Serens. The man had worked for his father, and so Maddox had merely tolerated that soulless bastard. He did his job well, he asked no questions, and he never failed at a job, so while Maddox didn't like him, he trusted him to get the job done. Maddox wanted to know how she had stolen his money; he had a complex system that she had easily bested. He watched further as Serens appeared to have asked the young girl a question and her answer had caused another blow from Serens. Maddox fisted his hand as he watched the wave of pain flow through the girl's face, quickly masked by her stoic expression. 

When Serens had exposed the beautiful girl of her shirt, Maddox's smiled widely, taking in the lusciousness of her supple breast. They were creamy and appeared extremely soft though they were not overly big. He was dying to see how they would look when he stripped them with his whip. The part of the video that always got his dick to strain painfully against his suit trousers was when he watched the young girl unsurely, but elegantly fight off the larger man. He was thoroughly impressed as he watched her use her chain as a weapon, and equally awestruck when she took Serens' life with his own knife. As Maddox watched the delicate girl take in the result of her actions, he wanted to pull her into an embrace, comfort her and fuck her into oblivion.

When the screen went dead, Maddox was furious. His feed was cut off, and when they finally got it to work again, she was gone. Maddox had sent some men to the shed to collect Serens' body. Well, what was left of it. His right hand was missing, and the insignia promptly removed. 

Maddox questioned if Lena had done that, it would be smart to remove the Averda insignia, to avoid police interference, but he couldn't see the innocent girl mutilating a dead body.

He had sent many men out looking for the young, broken girl but he could not find her. "Just where are you hiding, Lena?" Maddox said fiercely. 

Standing up, Maddox moved around his large desk. He moved to the left wall and stood in front of the helpless girl he had strung up. All of Dawn's limbs were bound to chains in the ceiling and floor, so that she mimicked the letter X. She was gagged with Maddox's tie, which was promptly stuffed in her dirty mouth. Maddox removed his belt with a happy grin. He folded the belt in half before bringing it down on the girl's thigh. He was rewarded with a muffled scream. Over and over he brought the belt down over various parts of Dawn's body. Eventually, her breasts, stomach, thighs and even pussy were striped with his marks. 




An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 02



He removed the piece of cloth from Dawn's mouth, "Beg me," He demanded.

"Oh God! Zero I need your hard cock in me, please, Zero. Fuck me hard and merciless. Fuck me!" She screamed out. 

"Slut." Maddox whispered as he released his straining cock from his pants and shoved himself in Dawn's tight hole until his balls were slapping against her. There was enough give in the bounds for Maddox to pound into her deeply. Over and over, he would pull himself out of her, before driving her body back onto his raging cock. 

"Fuck!" She screamed.

"Harder, Harder!" 

Maddox bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth, he bit down hard. 

Dawn was screaming and moaning unintelligible words. He felt her sex tighten around his cock, as she shuddered. Ignoring her pleasure filled demands; Maddox continued to fuck her mercilessly until he felt his balls tighten. With a final thrust, he buried himself deeply into her, before releasing his cum deep inside her. Rope after rope of sperm filled her tight hole, until Maddox removed himself. 

He walked over to the bar on the side, removing his clothes in the process. Maddox opened a bottle of water and drank the crisp liquid. He heard Dawn mutter something and turned to face her.

"Wa.wa.water..." She pleaded.

"No." Maddox said matter of factly, "This is your punishment for cumming without my permission, slut."

Maddox moved over to his desk and picked up the familiar picture. He stared at the beautiful Lena. Instantly, his cock was hardening as he imagined this girl being strung up in his office as he penetrated her over and over.

"Zero, please! I need more!" He heard Dawn beg from behind him. 

Maddox turned to stare that the girl. She was pretty, with shoulder length blond hair, bright blue eyes and the most impressive double D breasts he had ever seen. Maddox had enjoyed her company many times before, but lately, he was beginning to dislike her needy, wanton behaviour. She was overestimating their relationship way too much lately, and Maddox knew he needed to show her, her place again. 

"Soon," He whispered staring at the picture. Dawn though he had spoken to her, and giggled not hearing the rest of his statement.

"Soon, you'll be mine, Lena..." 



An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 03



Thank you all for your comments and likes!!

I have decided to rename this series An Unbreakable Desire, because An Unbroken Desire just doesn't make sense. Not sure how I didn't notice that before. 

Anyways, this is the third chapter. There aren't any sexy fun times in this chapter, but I hope you all will be patient because a smoking hot scene is sure to make an appearance in the next chapter.

I'd like to apologize for the delay in this chapter. I am in my last year of school and was just flushed with assignments. Now that I'm graduating, I hope to put out chapters a lot faster. 

XOXO, Searchforme.

"Are you really leaving?" Lou asked, while helping Lena off the bed. 

It had been five days since she made that deal with Zane, and five days since her punishment. She had been absolutely mortified when Zane was forced to carry her back to her room after her legs gave out. She was embarrassed by the radiating soreness that claimed her backside and numbed her limbs. In retribution, Lena had cussed him off with every curse that she could muster, even creating a few in the process. Yet, her tantrum had only succeeded at producing an audience rather than irking her captor. Embarrassed that her current predicament was being witnessed by utter strangers, Lena had turned a brazen shade of red. Zane on the other half had laughed it off coolly with that annoying smugness she hated so much.

During the days of her carefully supervised recovery, Zane had visited her endlessly. Lena made several attempts to refuse his offer, yet, every time he brushed it off easily. The day before, she had sung her rejections in an annoying tone in attempt to irritate him into a stronger reaction, but once again, he ignored her. For some reason, Lena wasn't sure why she was so desperate to get a sizable response out of him. She tried to reason with herself, believing that the bigger his reaction the more he had accepted her answer. 

Earlier in the day, Lucretia gave Lena her official release and un-cuffed her binds. Lena was shocked at how quickly her body had healed, but was glad to be able to move freely. Shortly after her release, Zane had strolled in looking raggedly handsome, carrying a fresh out of bed aura. His hair was ruffled and his shirt wrinkled, serving to emphasize how imperfect he could be, but also proving that this imperfection made him all the more appealing. Lena was salivating secretly to the Adonis before her, until she caught a whiff of his scent turning her lust into absolute revulsion. She could smell multiple perfumes radiate off his skin, and when he turned his head slightly, she saw the evidence of bite marks marring his perfectly bronze flesh. His lips were also redder and plump; as if they were swollen from being used to suck the ever-fucking orgasm out of multiple women.

Needless to say, Lena was pissed.

The fucking bastard was fucking other women as he tried to get into her pants. Yes, she had no ties to him, and yes, she didn't want any, but, she still had to physically prevent herself from flinging her newly healed body at the stronger man and punching the ever-handsome shit out of him. God, Lena hated this attraction she had towards him. It was messing with her sanity. 

Once she calmed herself down, Lena pursed her lips in a frightening grimace and told the womanizing bastard her final decision. Zane simply nodded before he turned his back to her and walked out the unlocked door, leaving Lena standing there bewildered and alone. At that moment Lena didn't know what to think, she didn't know if she should be pleased or if she should chase him down and settle the erupting sexual depravity she had, by hopping onto his shaft and getting the ride of her life. Yet, in the end, she found herself glued to her spot, with her feet weighing as though they were magically cast in stone. She stood there silently, horny and feeling a mixture of relief and turmoil, until the pretty doctor returned with a bag full of clothes.

Lou had brought her a soft black circle skirt and a cropped cream-coloured sweater. Lena had to admit that the outfit itself was quite cute, but, it just wasn't her. The angelic appearance did not fit her self-proclaimed rough around the badass-edges demeanour.

In contrast, the pretty doctor was dressed more elegantly. She wore a stunning wrapped dress that was painted in a beautiful dark red. The material hugged her curves and complimented her lightly tanned skin. Of course, her white lab coat was present, and her signature nude heels. Her long, silky hair was braided off to the side with a white flower clipped to it. 

"I really wish that you would stay, Lena. There is a lack of strong women that I like in this place. All the other women just make me wanna claw my eyes out and shoot my ear drums. You would be my saviour!" Lucretia said as she emphasized the last word in a playful plead.

Lena glanced upwards to look at the pretty doctor. She gave a gentle look before slipping on her shoes. "I can't do it Lou...I can be a murderer!" 

Silence filled the room as Lucretia sighed quietly, taking in the younger girl's biased views of her employer. 

"Geez, what are these?" Lena asked, directing the doctor's thoughts towards her black shoes. 

Lucretia rolled her eyes as she walked towards the door, her hips swaying gently as she spoke, "He's got money, good-looks, and a decent personality...There are worser men out there that you could fall for, Lena. He also wouldn't make you hurt anyone, not if you didn't want to...And even if you did, he'd make sure the backlash never reached you."

As soon as she was at the door, Lucretia turned slightly giving the younger girl a cold glare that was fierce enough to contradict Lena's high views of her, "From personal experience, it gets easier to kill people, especially when they deserve it..." 

Lena gulped from the dryness in her words that were no longer coated with the softness of her looks. 

"And for the record..." Lou said, nodding towards Lena's feet, "Those are sneaker wedges." 

Lena stood there anxiously, contemplating what she had just heard. The calmness in Lucretia's voice as she subtly admitted to killing people confirmed Lena's suspicions that the doctor was not an innocent pearl in the sea of criminals. Yes, there were women suited to the syndicate lifestyle, but, Lena knew that she wasn't one of them. 

Lena's desire to leave only intensified. The gears in her head began to turn as she decided how to avoid a gang leader that was bent on killing her and another bent of fucking her. She knew that she had enough money to disappear even though she was reluctant to do so, especially if it meant never getting to ride Zane's handsome body.

"Fuck! Get a hold of yourself!" Lena said aloud to herself, 'Stop thinking with your vagina, this is about survival!'

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Lena was promptly escorted off the base by two armed men. She could only recognize the blond man on her right, who had guarded her prison door for the last few days. Silently, they led her through a series of stairwells and maze-like halls. She was secretly kicking herself in the ass for ever thinking that she could escape on her own. While the infirmary was less guarded, the main building was built like a fortress and heavily defended. The stairwell exit she had went through during her botched escape attempt, had in actuality only led to an elevator room, that could only be used after entering both a key card and pin number. She finally accepted how stupid her attempt had been. As she walked through the base, Lena barely noticed the high tech surveillance system that was hidden seamlessly in the building's structure; they were purposely concealed in order to make it harder for them to be individually disabled on the spot. She had only detected the camera after light had reflected off its glass, shinning straight into her line of vision. After she had spotted one, she spent a great deal of time locating others. It didn't take her long to conclude that they were positioned specifically to avoid the possibility of blind spots. She also took note of what appeared to be constant round the clock guard rotations, and that no hall was ever left empty. Even the areas that seemed to be vulnerable were in actuality extremely surveillance. 

Looking to her escorts, she regarded the blond man that she recognized as stocky. He had dark eyes and was neither handsome nor tall, but what he lacked in looks he gained in sheer size. Overall he was quite intimidating, his eyes bore deep into his face causing his eyebrows to protrude out in a Neanderthal-like way. He was dressed simply, with a cheap black suit and matching shoes. His hair was slightly greasy, which caused natural waves of sandy blond hair to appear wiry and choppy. In comparison, his comrade was equally intimidating. He too towered over Lena, but his hair was a darker shade of blond. A thin, almost faded scar traced his jaw line, ending just before it reached his neck. 

Every time Lena attempted to study her surroundings she would hear sounds of distain from her escorts. Eventually, they became restless of her wandering eyes and blindfolded her in a briskly manner. Lena thought to herself that they were protecting their compound by preventing her from seeing where she was going. She smiled to herself, there was no way she was ever stepping foot in this place again. From her right she heard a door open, and soon the waft of dusky pollution overwhelmed her senses. The cloth that blinded her was quickly removed. Lena winced as her eyes took in the bright light from the sun. It was real light than could tan skin and warm bodies, not the artificial brightness that she had been bathed in for the last few days. As she felt the warmth seep into her skin, she knew instantly that this was the freedom she would never give up.

"Hello again, Lena," Cole said smoothly, as he interrupted her contemplation. 

Lena looked straight towards the low voice, and found it leaning casually on a slick black car. Not those bulky SUVs or Jeeps, but rather a car that looked like it could engage in a street race... or two. Lena noticed the Valyria emblem proudly displayed on the trunk of the car. Cole stood up and walked towards Lena. His shaggy hair blew in the gentle breeze, but his eyes were covered by dark glasses. His lean body moved swiftly. With a single look, he dismissed the two escorts. Lena watched curiously as he pulled out his phone. She was downright startled when she saw the bright flash as he snapped a photo of her onto his phone. 

"What the hell?" Lena asked, furrowing her brows in the process.

Cole laughed as he pulled the sunglasses off his sculpted face and tucked them into his shirt. "I decided that a good way to piss off Zane is to show him this picture of you, looking absolutely...delicious." Cole emphasized the last word as his eyes slowed traced up and down the contours of her body. He thought her outfit complimented the young girl very well. His lips curved into a wicked grin as he stared at her long legs. 

"I'll bet you my car," Cole said mischievously, "That my young master will be kicking his own ass for letting you walk out of here, without his arm wrapped around you."

Feeling playful Lena cocked her brow, gave a wide smile and placed her hand on her hip, "I'd wager that he'd flip his shit if I flashed you my panties."

Cole felt that comment go straight to his groin as he ran a hand through his thick locks, "Dammit girl, forget the danger of my job, you're the reason I'll probably die young."

Cole gave Lena the sultriest smile he could muster and winked jokingly, "But, you're sassy... I like that." 

Lena could hear the pure seduction in his voice as he spoke. She shook her head and smiled thinking about the irony that was apparently her sex life. To her, it felt as though in the last few days she had created more sexual tension than she'd ever done in her entire lifetime. 

Cole opened the passenger door to his car and nodded for her to enter. Lena stared at his gesture suspiciously. 

"Not a chance!" She called towards him.

"Don't be stupid; let me take you to where you need to be...Before you get kidnapped by bigger assholes than us."

Lena shivered slightly from that comment. She already knew that Averda gangsters were probably searching high and low for her. She definitely didn't need to have her face rubbed bitterly into that fact. Even so, she refused the offer wholeheartedly. Escaping the wrath of one gangster by running into the arms of another was not her style. 

Before Cole had a chance to argue, let alone stop her, Lena sprang into a sprint and easily distanced herself from Cole, and the compound. 

The young man's soft protest drifted into silence as he watched the girl flow effortlessly down the street. 

"Damn, she's fast!" Cole said in half-awe.

"Shouldn't you be chasing after her?" A soft feminine voice called out, causing Cole to smirk.

Cole turned to see his young master, Zane flanked by the company of Lucretia and Ares. He nodded his head in a respectful gesture when the group reached him. 

"I don't think I could catch her even if I tried...Besides she's not mine to chase after." Cole argued with a playful wink in Zane's direction.

Zane's eyes never left Lena's figure as he watched her run away from him. Cole was right, his girl was extremely unique. She ran faster than he'd ever think was possible from a girl with such a petite frame. Yet, he felt the immediate urge to chase her down, capture her, and press her lovely body against his so that she'd know exactly who she belong to. 

'In time,' He told himself reluctantly. 

"That isn't normal," Lou said, interrupting his contemplation. "Her injuries healed faster than they should have, and she runs faster than I think is possible."

Turning to face Zane and her brother, Lucretia eyed him suspiciously, "Who is this girl, Zane?"

Zane looked at his friend, a mischievous smile played on his lips as he gave her a lively look.

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Lena stepped off the dingy bus and stretched her stiff limbs. Her back popped with an audible crack and she slightly moaned from the regained comfort. The bus ride from Aragorn to Celaris was both long and uncomfortable. After suffering 5 hours of bumpy roads and winding turns, Lena was grateful to have both feet firmly planted on the ground again. The long trip had left her with a terrible combination of exhaustion, irritability and hunger. Lena quickly collected her small duffle bag and ran down a narrow pathway hidden between the vast arrangement of vines, leaves and twigs that merged effortlessly in the rough greenery of Celaris.

The quiet town of Celaris portrayed a calmness of nature and the quietness of the rural area. However, she hated how defenseless she felt growing up, she hated how she had to walk miles in order to reach the nearest store, and she hated how people treated any orphan from Celaris, with a disgusting mix of pity and contempt. When she reached her teen years, she vowed with every year to leave this place and with every chance she got, she enhanced her skills to allow her to leave, whether it was learning to fight or stealing the false security of others. 

Walking at a brisk pace, Lena had long abandoned those sneaker wedges in exchange for a comfy pair of hiking boots and the angelic outfit for a pair of tight denim shorts and a loose grey T-shirt. She had stopped by her apartment after running from the compound and in a hurried frenzy emptied the apartment of all necessities. The evidence of all her precious possessions was carelessly stuffed into a single black duffle bag. Lena had been extremely careful after abandoning the latest place she called home. By sneaking around the back of her apartment and detouring through a series of tight, dark alley ways, Lena had skillfully escaped any surveillance or mobster detail. 

With her bag strapped tightly against her chest it caused the supple rounds of her breasts to separate, yet highly accentuated their perkiness. The walk to her orphanage was usually a thirty minute affair, but by cutting through the rough forest terrain, Lena had shortened her walk by fifteen minutes. The wild pathway had left a variety of scratches and bug bites all over Lena's body. Brushing the leaves and twigs out of her hair, Lena left the forest and walked up a pebbled pathway to an old building. The orphanage itself was nothing remarkable. It was shaggy and rundown, but held the majority of her childhood and memories. So while she detested the idea of the place, she still owed her life to it. 

"Oh, fuck me sideways!" A loud voice boomed in front of her. 

Lena gave a feminine squeal before running into the arms of a burly man. "James!" She screamed before planting a heavy kiss on his rough lips. 

Breaking free of the intense embrace, James smiled down at her lovingly before a frown emerged from the soft lines of his face, hardening his features immediately.

"Dammit, Lena! What the fuck did you do?!" He yelled rowdily at her, causing the birds grazing the grass in the short distance to flee hurriedly.

"Not excited to see me, James? Break my heart why don't you!" Lena said mockingly while placing her left hand over her chest.

James stood up straight reaching his full 5'10 frame and crossed his arms intimidatingly over his chest. While he was not impressively tall, he was extremely muscular. Years of hard labor and working in the tough countryside had allowed him to develop a solid frame and he was damn well proud of it. 

"That's not the case and you know it! Where did you get all the money you sent?" James asked sternly.

Lena tilted her head to her left, avoiding any eye contact with her friend.

"From working," She said nonchalantly.

"Bullshit!" James yelled, grabbing her face towards him.

Lena gave an audible sigh, before giving James a hard stare. Neither one wanted to be the first to lower their gaze but after a while Lena surrendered and broke the eye contact. 

"We needed it so I got it...Stay ignorant, James." Her voice was harsh and her expression ruthless.

James opened his mouth to speak, but immediately closed it. While he wanted to continue this conversation and get answers, he knew that ultimately if Lena wanted him to be ignorant to the facts, then that is how he would be. He had grown up with the ballsy girl and at this point in their relationship he knew her mannerism well enough to understand when she needed her privacy. But, that wouldn't stop him from finding out later. 

James was four years older than Lena, but they had both been deposited into the orphanage one month apart, developing a close bond to each other. While Lena had been abandoned in one of the most unfortunate ways, James had been orphaned after the death of his parents. Their death had not been something spectacular. There was no news coverage, no grieving relatives and no false pretenses for hope. There was nothing but the absolute devastation that ripped through the young boy's heart. 

It was that rippling sadness that created a bond between the two. Both were heartbroken by the world's cruelty but strengthened by that very same knowledge. James thought back to the first day he met the purple-eyed beauty. The little minx had entered the Sun and Moon clutching the sleeve of her social worker; a lanky woman who was obviously aging faster than her years. James and some of the other kids watched as they entered the building through a window on the upper floor. Rushing down the flight of stairs, the kids had practically tumbled upon each other, impatient to meet their newest friend. As the young James picked himself off the ground, his brown eyes met curious purple ones. 




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The image of the silent girl burned into James' memory. She immediately casted her eyes down, and it was obvious to James that her normal creamy skin was darkened by sunburns. Yet, James was more stunned at the wallowing emptiness that he saw within the darkest part of her eyes within that brief moment before she averted her gaze. He was utterly captivated, and from the moment he vowed to watch over her, so that she'd never look as empty as she did that day. 

Lena walked passed James, waking him from his reverie.

"Are you coming, James?" she asked with a sloped smile before breaking into a dash.

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A knock at the door signaled Maddox to chug the remainder of his whiskey. "Enter!" He said roughly. He had spent the entire morning looking through documents, bills and report statements. He was extremely tired, and even more so irritable.

Looking up from his papers, Maddox watched as Eric his second-in command walked in carelessly, unbuttoning his suit jack before taking a seat on the long couch, located by the farthest wall from Maddox's desk. Before Maddox could object, Eric had already lifted both his legs onto the soft cushion resting below him. 

"Get your fucking feet off my couch." Maddox said emotionless.

Eric let out a boisterous laugh, "Seriously Dox, you haven't seen me in the last few days and that's the first thing you say me. I should fucking slap you for that!" Eric's tone was light and friendly to the untrained eye, but it always possessed hints of subservience. 

"I'd like to see you try." Maddox replied, getting up from his desk. Maddox grabbed his empty glass and walked to the dark oak bar on his left. The top was decorated with the bottles of various liquors, all varying in age and expense. Opting for more whiskey, Maddox poured another glass to match his own. He walked the short distance to his friend and handed him the newly poured drink. 

"You know I'll kill you if you came here just for a drink," Maddox said sternly, but his growing smile gave him away. 

Maddox watched as his friend gulped down the dark liquid. Eric was slender but by no means scrawny. He was fit and tone, and where he lacked in muscle he made up for with absolute brilliance. 

"As I expected, when we ransacked her home, we couldn't find any trace of the money, as I expected. Her house was just barely livable, although, it looked as though she had abandoned the place, just prior to us arriving. Considering the shabby conditions of her dwelling, I decided to look at the obvious places she would put the money. There was only one place that stuck out; it's called the 'Sun and Moon' orphanage in Celaris. I traced the orphanage's purchases for the last year, and there are quite a bit of remodelling bills that cost a lot more than what it can afford. Based on my professional opinion, I believe that the money is there." 

Maddox slightly nodded before speaking, "Have you figured out how she stole from us, for over a year without us noticing?" He asked curiously. 

Eric took another drink of his whiskey before meeting the eyes of his boss, "Not yet, but from what I can tell, it's an integrate plan that took a lot of manipulation. I'd say, that this girl is either a genius, or really ballsy." 

Maddox chuckled, 'I wouldn't expect any less,' he thought to himself.

Eric got up from his seat after receiving Maddox's signal. 

"Eric, perhaps it's time we go see what our money has been used for." 

With that, the two of them left the office.

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"Lena!" Several small voices called out.

"Marlene, Adam, Jason!" Lena said, as she hugged the children tightly, each taking turns to jump into her arms. 

Marlene and James were 4 year old twins, both suffering from anxiety after they had consumed several drugs that their mother had left out and nearly died. As a result, their drug-addict mother had been incarcerated, and they were left in the hands of James and Kyna. The two were spirited little red-heads during the day, but it was at night when the two children suffered many bouts of anxiety. 

Jason was the newest member of their orphanage family. Lena had only met Jason once prior, but she was enchanted by the 5 year old boy, who was well-beyond his age. Lena pinched his cheeks, admiring its chubby cuteness. 

James walked over and gave his wife an engulfing hug. Kyna was several year older than Lena and James. She was a curvy woman with a well-endowed set of breasts and large hips. She wore a short pixie cut that framed her face awkwardly, but could still be consider cute. Crow's feet were beginning to form around her green eyes, but Kyna embraced them. Her jeans were torn, and her plaid shirt was wrinkled, but James couldn't take his eyes off her. For him, she was the epitome of beauty. He had loved her from the moment he met her, loved her more than anything, including Lena. But, that was something Kyna would never believe.

"Hi," Kyna said with forced friendliness.

"Hi." Lena replied.

The relationship between the two was edgy. While, Kyna had loved and trusted her husband, she could never get the inkling feeling that there was more to the relationship between James and Lena. She had caught James on several occasions giving Lena a lingering glance. Even though a she only ever detected curiosity beneath his dark brown eyes, it still upset her to the point where she heavily disliked the younger woman.

"Are the other kids at school?" Lena asked, while picking Marlene up and spinning her. 

"Yes, they should be back around four-thirty," Kyna said as politely as she could.

"I guess it's better that they can go to an actual school, rather than getting home-schooled like we were, right James?" 

Kyna clenched her fist 'Bitch, she's gonna shove more stories about James down my throat.'

James smiled, "Yeah..." He said reminiscing, but attempted to change the topic for his wife's sake. "Kyna and I were initially worried that they might get bullied by the other kids, but apparently, the majority are either orphans or in deep poverty." 

Lena laughed, "That's good, I think...In a morbid kinda way."

Kyna watched grudgingly as the kids began to climb all over Lena. Although, her grandmother had left Kyna the orphanage after her death, Kyna had never really been around the place growing up. Her parents refused to take her, and Kyna never really had an interest in going. That was, of course, until she visited her grandmother at the age of 21. That day was the first time she'd met the 19 year old, James. The tan boy had been working in the garden, when she had strolled up, her heels digging into the unpaved driveway. He had been dressed in only a pair of light blue, torn jeans. His torso was naked, and sweat glistened on his body from the heat of the summer day. His hair was wet but held back by a bandana. Leaning on his shovel, he had given Kyna the most stunning smile she had ever seen. Her panties were instantly soaked. 

From that moment on, Kyna was entranced. She had decided to live and work within the orphanage in order to make up for all the lost time. After several years of dating, Kyna and James had finally married. When her grandmother died a year ago, leaving her the Sun and Moon, she had discussed selling it so that she and James could start their family. James was adamantly against this idea, refusing to abandon the kids they had grown to love. Kyna eventually agreed with him, becoming a lot happier when Lena had left. But, even so, Kyna prayed to the gods every day for them to bless her with a pregnancy. 

Lena looked at the couple before her, "We need to have a chat," She said with a dark tone of seriousness.

Leaving the children to play within the confines of their backyard, Lena, Kyna and James walked into the kitchen. Kyna placed three glasses of juice before them. 

"I need to go into hiding," Lena said after sipping her drink.

James immediately tensed. Kyna didn't miss that.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"I have some people...looking for me. The best thing for me to do is disappear for a little while." 

James slammed his fist into the table, causing the two women to jerk reactively, "What the FUCK did you do?!" He yelled.

"Calm down, James!" Kyna said quietly. 

"The less you know, the safer the two of you will be. Trust me on this," Lena turned her focus primarily onto James, looking him directly into the eyes. "The money I gave you, did you put it in the account I told you to?"

Sensing the seriousness of the situation, James took a moment to think of his options. "We spent a good portion of it renovating the place. We replaced the beds and other things that needed to be fixed, immediately...The rest I put into that account for emergencies." 

Lena relaxed.

Kyna took a drink before speaking, "What kind of danger are we in, Lena?"

Lena was silent. She didn't know how to answer that question. She prayed it wouldn't get that far.

But, before she could answer, James stood up abruptly. 

"What's wrong?" Kyna asked.

Following James out the door, Lena looked behind to Kyna "The kids stopped making noise, something is wrong!" She said before hurrying outside.

The trio ran outside to see a sleek black car parked outside the building. The children were inspecting the car in awe as Lena recognized the three intruding bodies in the distance. 

Lena hesitated momentarily before running up to the people she hoped she wouldn't have had to see so soon. 

Grabbing Jason who was closest to her, Lena pushed the young boy behind her, "Marlene, Adam, come here!" She called out, with fake calmness. 

The children abandoned their exploration of the vehicle, and ran towards the adults. James ushered the children towards Kyna, whom immediately brought them back inside. The children were upset at having to go back in, but Kyna quieted them with a single no-nonsense look.

Once the children were safely inside, Lena put both hands on her hips and stared angrily at the unwelcomed intruders. James came to stand in front of Lena, hoping to protect her from whatever was happening. 

Alexander Zane was not pleased to see a strange man in front of his girl. He eyed the man with contempt, until Lena removed herself from behind the short man and came towards him. With an angry shove, Lena pushed Zane as hard as she could. 

"What are you doing here," she asked angrily.

Zane smirked in reply. 

Lena grabbed Zane by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him close. She whispered into his ear, "You said that I didn't have to work for you. Why are you here?"

Zane laughed at her response, "You're right, I said that if you didn't want to work for me, then I wouldn't pursue that matter. However..." Zane paused momentarily, making sure to make direct eye contact with Lena, "I never said that I would stop trying to court you. You will be mine Lena, one way or another." 

James did not have to stretch his hearing, the mystery man made sure to speak loud enough that James could hear his claim over Lena.

Ares and Cole were taken aback when they heard a slap ripple through the calmness of the rural lands. 

Zane had not anticipated Lena's slap. He was so caught off guard that his head snapped back from the contact.

"That was not the fucking deal!" Lena screamed with barely contained anger. 

Zane adjusted his jaw as he watched Lena walk back towards the other man, attempting to lure him inside with a point of her finger.

"James," he heard Lena plead softly.

The shorter man rounded his shoulders and stood his ground solidly. "Lena, I am sick of your evasiveness. What is going on? Why are there Valyrian men here?"

Seeing James move into an offensive position, Ares and Cole began to draw their weapons.

Lena immediately stepped in front of James, trying to block as much of him that her 5'3 frame would allow.

"I stole money from Averda, and for some reason this bastard said he'd protect me, if I worked for him. I declined." Lena spilled through her tale quickly, hoping to distract James. 

"And, now I've come to court her, James Renen. I do hope you don't mind, considering you're married." Zane moved towards Lena, signalling Ares and Cole to put away their weapons.

"Why don't you just fuck off?" Lena said rudely.

Zane laughed. "Sweetheart, you know that won't happen, and you definitely know you can't get rid of me that easily. So embrace it, because you'll be seeing me a lot."

Lena was frustrated. 'Punch him in the face' she thought quickly to herself. 

"Like hell you are!" James yelled.

Pushing Lena out of the way, James stormed and tackled the bigger man. Zane had anticipated his attack and braced himself. He dug his heels into the ground and pushed back, attempting to throw the smaller man to the ground. However, before any more damage could be made, Ares pulled his master off James. Lena threw herself between the three men, wrapping her body around James, preventing him from retaliating. 

"James! Stop!" She pleaded.

The two angered men slowly composed themselves. Zane was readjusting his suit, tucking in the portion of his dress shirt that spilled out during the altercation. James rolled his shoulders, attempting to alleviate the pain he had created during his tackle.

"Fine!" Lena said eventually. Turning to Zane, she gave him a furious look, "I need to go into town to get some things for the home, and you can accompany me, if you promise to leave this place alone." 

"What?" James said shockingly. Lena gave him the best 'shut up' glare that she could muster.

Zane gave a mocking salute, as his hand touched his head, before extending away, "Scout's honour," he said cheerfully. 

"I'll be fine," Lena said reassuringly to James. 

Breaking the tension, Ares made exaggerated head movements, "Where's Cole?" 

The group looked around before noticing a small figure in the distance, lounging against a lemon tree, watching the events before him. 

Zane brushed his fingers through his hair before rolling his eyes. "Ares, go get that fucking idiot." 

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Lena sat beside Zane in the lavish backseat of his car. The interior design of the vehicle was stunning. Lena rubbed her thumb against the smooth metal, tracing the elegant patterns that framed the window. Zane's bodyguards sat in the front seats, with Cole at the wheel. Both men appeared to be making a conscious effort to ignore the people in the back, including her. Sneaking a glance at Zane, she immediately averted her eyes when they connected with deep silvery blue. 

Lena's heart flustered, 'He's watching me...No. Staring at me'

Zane smiled on cue, as though he could hear her thoughts. 

'Fuck! How many times today is he going give me that smug smile?' Lena could no longer deal with the quietness. 

"What the fuck are you planning on doing?" Her voice quivered momentarily, but she was able to quickly gain control. "Do you want to court me, fuck me, than expect me to be your compliant little mistress?"

Zane's smile widened.

"For the love of the gods, I swear on Erinya, if you smile at me like that again. I will kick you in the nuts!" 

Cole and Ares both chuckled.

Lena gave them a hard look, knowing they could see it through the rear-view mirror.

Zane placed his hand on her soft thigh. Lena grabbed his hand and flung it away from her. 

Alexander Zane stared expressionless at the irritable beauty, before his lips curved upwards. Believing in her threat, Zane joking cupped his hands around his privates, creating a makeshift barrier. 

Lena raised her brow, before understanding his intentions.

"Eventually..." Zane began to speak, but stopped to rethink his choice of words. "Eventually, I hope to make love to you, not fuck you...But, until you're willing I am content with your mere presence and company."

Ares was proud. The young boy he had practically raised was becoming an exceptional man. Yes, he could be cruel at times, but ultimately and thankfully, he had seemed to inherit some of his mother's compassion and empathy. Ares didn't believe those traits were weaknesses, but rather the qualities of a great leader, and a great leader Zane would be. Ares was willing to place his life on that statement. 

"So what are your plans for today?" Zane asked with genuine curiosity.

Lena looked at him attempting to find any signs of deception. 

"I have to pick up some grocery, medicine and hopefully some clothes." 

Zane whistled, "That sure is a lot of items for someone planning on running away."

"It's not for me, stupid. I'm picking it up for the kids. I was originally planning on leaving James with some money to do it, but I had to distract two bumbling idiots. This is the best way." 

Zane secretly loved her insults and profanity. It was the one contradiction to her soft appearance. 

"So then, what would you like to do first?" He asked politely.

Before Lena could answer, a loud growl ripped through the small confines of the vehicle. Lena grabbed her stomach with absolute embarrassment. All three men fell into a humorous laughter, causing Lena to blush with humiliation. 

Eventually, Zane came down from his excitement, wiping beneath his eyes quickly. "Seriously sweetheart, when was the last time you ate something?"

Still flustered red, Lena recounted her meals, "Ugh, I had a little snack during the bus ride several hours ago...but, I haven't had a true meal since I left the compound." 

Zane's jaw tightened in disapproval. "Cole, find somewhere to eat," he commanded.

Lena attempted to object, but the realization of her hunger forced her to remain silent.

She thought to herself. 'Well, if I'm gonna be stuck with him all day, I minus well get a free meal outta it.'

The car turned into a small diner. Exiting the luscious car, Lena recognized the restaurant as one she frequented as a teen. The big sign read 'Anne's' in bright neon colours. The place itself was decently sized, cast in red brick. The group walked inside and Lena immediately sat in the center booth. Zane opted for the seat directly across from her, so he had view of the front entry.

Cole and Ares walked past the couple, claiming a booth two tables down. 

Lena frowned. 

Zane took in his surroundings. The place was extremely cheap and dingy looking, with torn seats and cracked walls. The floor tiling was cast in yellowish grime. Zane speculated that it was once a cream colour. There were quite a few other patrons within the restaurant, all spread throughout the small space. Their waitress was an older, bigger woman dressed in an orange dress. She wore an apron around her waist and a hair net binding her greying flow, but still managed to appear ragged. Zane prayed she was not the one cooking their meal. 

"Wha'ca I get you two ta drink?" She asked slurring her words.

Zane read her nametag. Apparently their waitress's name was Clarissa. 

"I'll have an iced-tea," Lena asked politely. 

"I'll have a black coffee."

The bigger woman left, returning a few moments later with their drinks. 

"Are ya ready ta order?" Clarissa asked.

Lena looked at Zane warily, closing her menu. Zane nodded, encouraging her to order, even though he hadn't even bothered to look through the menu.

"Um, I'll have the eggs benedict, with hashbrowns."

Clarissa raised her brow in Zane's direction "And ya, sir?" 

"I'll have the same," he said without breaking eye-contact with Lena. 

The two sat in silence, each taking turns to sip their drink. Lena lingered her mouth on the straw, biting it nervously. She either didn't know the image she was presenting Zane with or was purposely teasing him.

"So..." Zane said, interrupting the silence. "Is the food any good here?" 




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Lena laughed, "Sometimes. It's really hit or miss. The last time I ate here I got food poisoning." 

Zane looked horrified.

Lena gave a slow, wide smile. "I'm kidding," she said finally.

"The food is actually, surprisingly yummy." Zane was still in disbelief.

The two sat talking about trivial topics, both returning playful banter, until their meals arrived. Zane took a bite of the poached egg covered in hollandaise sauce. Surprisingly the food was actually quite flavorful. In the midst of their conversation, Zane barely noticed the two young men dressed in baggy shorts and tees enter the restaurant, taking seats at a booth perpendicular to them. Ares eyed them suspiciously, watching them for several long moments before focusing on his own meal.

"...yeah, so I had to run outside these door so quickly. The old owner was chasing us down..." Lena was in the midst of telling Zane about the time she got into a fight at this restaurant, when she notice through her peripherals a bright flint of light reflect off metal,. She turned in time to see the two young men draw guns, pulling them from the waistband of their shorts. Lena realized their target. She grabbed Zane around the neck pulling him towards the ground. 

"Watch out!" she screamed. 

Eight shots rang through the air. The screams of innocent bystanders rippled through the small restaurant. Plates and glasses crashed, breaking immediately at contact. Zane rolled Lena beneath him, pulling out his own weapon and firing several shots. Ares and Cole drew their own weapons and fired. They didn't miss. Lena watched from underneath Zane as bullets connected with the flesh of their attackers. Eventually, the men collapsed to the ground, dead. They bled furiously, staining the yellow tiles, red. The screaming slowly diminished and people fled from their hiding spots. Lena picked herself off the ground, cutting her hand on a broken plate. Zane helped her to her feet, dusting off the remnants of the attack. Lena was shaking wildly. Shock and fear flowed through her like a knife cutting soft butter. Zane pulled her close, placing kisses on the top of her head, while he led her out the door. 

"I'm so sorry..." Zane said sincerely, "It's all over now, you're safe. I'm so sorry." 

Ares and Cole checked the dead bodies. They spotted the Averda insignia on the base of the guns. Both men gave each other a knowing look. Before leaving, Cole confiscated the guns, and Ares dropped off a bunch of large bills in front of Clarissa, who was cowering behind the server's desk.

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James stared as the black car left his view. He stood at the edge of the property for several moments before rushing back inside. 

He immediately grabbed his wife, crushing her soft folds against himself.

"Are you alright? Where are the kids?"

Kyna looked frightened, but calmed as she stared into her husband's eyes. "What's going on?" she asked timidly. 

"I don't know, love. I don't know. But, something is not right." 

James pushed himself away from his wife. He ran his fingers through his short blond locks, walking up and down the small distance of the kitchen. His anger grew at each step he took. 

"Fuck!" He screamed, kicking the kitchen chair in his way.

Kyna flinched. "James," she said pleadingly. 

Hearing her plead, James began to calm down. "Where are the kids?" He asked once more. 

Kyna hugged her beloved, resting her head upon his shoulder, "I told them to hide in the cellar under the floor."

James kissed his wife, "I don't know what to do," he finally said. 

The two lovers stood in silence, holding each other. 

The screeching of tires caused James to act. He ran to the window, and watched as two men in suits exited the silver SUV. 

"Kyna, go hide." James asked with his fear showing through.

"No!" Kyna yelled.

"Kyna!" James argued, "Go!"

"I said no, James! Lena stands by your side at every problem, and at every sign of danger. I will not stand behind you, not anymore!"

"Love, I am begging you!"

The sound of tapping broke them from their argument. The two looked at the door to see the men standing before them. Both were in dark grey, three-piece suits. James eyed the small silver pin that rested on the smaller man's collar.

'Averda.' James thought to himself. He instinctively stood in front of his wife. Old habits die hard.

"Can I help you two...gentlemen?" Kyna said from behind her husband. 

James gave her a hard stare. 

Kyna looked at the two men in her doorway. The taller man was absolutely gorgeous. He had chiselled features, hard cheekbones and a muscular frame beneath his tailored suit. His eyes were entrancing. They were an ocean blue, with flints of orange encircling the dark irises. The shorter man was also handsome. He was slim but still quite toned. He wore black framed glasses that suited his face attractively. His hair was dark brown and slightly longer than she'd expect from someone of his stature, coming down just short of reaching his shoulders. 

"I'm looking for my money," The bigger man said stoically. 

James looked down at Kyna, "Excuse me," he lied. 

Eric laughed with dry humor. 

Maddox placed his arm against the doorframe, leaning against it carelessly "Perhaps I should say that I am looking for Lena." 

James saw the glimpse of a gun, nestled against the waist of the taller man. James smirked. In this one day he had seen more guns than he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. 

"She's not here" Kyna said quickly.

"Kyna!" James warned. 

"We know she gave you the money..." Eric stated casually, as though he were talking to an old friend, "So do you want to pay up, or should we wait for her to return." 

James measured the two men. He knew that he could incapacitate the smaller man on the left, but the bigger man was the one he was worried about. If he were gone, Kyna would be in harm. James decided against attacking. 

"We have no idea what you are talking about," James said confidently, "and...Lena isn't here. I don't know when she'll be back. Said something about disappearing for a while."

Technically, James wasn't lying. Lena had said she was going on the run. He just left out the fact that she'd be back later tonight. 

The bigger man pushed himself off the doorframe, and walked through the threshold of their home. "Oh, I think you know what we are talking about." 

Zero paused momentarily to look at his phone. After finding out that Zane and his duo were in town, he sent some pawns to keep them busy. Looking through his messages, Zero was informed that the half-assed assassination attempt he sent was foiled and that Zane and a woman were heading back. 'So she with Zane.'

Maddox Zero grabbed James head and easily smashed it into the wall beside the door. The woman screamed annoyingly, sobbing between hiccups. Zero reached down and picked up the unconscious man, flinging him over his shoulder. Before leaving he gave the woman a death-glare. "Tell Lena, that if she wants this man back, she needs to meet me at Casino Le Blanc, midnight tonight. If not, I'll send his head back first...with his eyes and tongue separately."

The two men turned to walk away, "Oh, and if she asks, tell her that Zero would like her to dress prettily." 

Kyna whimpered, "Please don't take him....please." But her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

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Zane tossed Lena into the back seat. Cole and Ares jumped in the front and the car whirled off quickly. The majority of the car ride was made in silence. Zane reveled in the fact that Lena had not hesitated to save his life. He could feel the warmth of her on his neck when she shoved him down, and he loved the way his body fit over hers when he had covered her. 

Lena laid on her back, still shaking though not as furiously as she had been in the restaurant. Her legs rested atop of Zane's own. He bent down placing a kiss on her full lips. She didn't react. Zane looked at her lovingly. 

Cupping the small woman's face within his big hands, Zane watched as silent tears fell down her face, and he licked them, enjoying their salty flavor. 

"Get off me!" Lena said quietly.

Zane bent down and kissed her again. "You didn't hesitate to save my life, Lena." 

Lena looked at him with a blank stare. 

"This isn't even the first time you've saved it either. Did you know that?"

Finally, Lena began to feel again. The initial shock she felt had begun to fade, and only a lingering numbness remained. 

"What?" She asked inquisitively. 

Zane went for another kissed, but was intercepted by the back of Lena's hand, "What did you say?" She asked again. 

Zane looked down at her. She doesn't remember. 

His jaw tightened. He had spent the last two years watching and lusting after this perfect woman, and yet, she couldn't even remember him. 

He was pissed. Zane yanked Lena's wrists away from her body, and held it above her head. He ravaged her mouth. Lena's other hand was stuck beneath her and she could seem to move it. Zane's free hand teasingly grazed her inner thigh, and Lena moaned into his mouth. Zane immediately shoved his tongue in her mouth. Refusing to submit, Lena pushed back with her own tongue. The two were engage in a sensual battle, neither willing to back down. 

Neither saw Kyna run down the large yard, bat in hand. Nor had they anticipated a loud crack to cascade against the back window. Lena looked up to see Kyna smashing the car with her bat. She noticed Cole quickly exit the car and restrain her. 

"You fucking bitch!" Kyna screamed. "It's your entire fucking fault. I swear to the gods, I will kill you!"

Lena sat their shocked.

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An Unbreakable Desire Ch. 04



Here's the newest chapter. Sorry for the delay. It is a lot shorter than I intended it to be, because I am going away for a bit and wanted to put something out. Anyways please rate and comment, I love hearing what you guys have to say. 

Xoxo - SFM. 

***** 

Five years prior... 

"Lena! Lena!" A voiced called from several feet behind. 

"Catch me, James!" She shouted back, before dashing into a sprint. Lena ran straight and fast, refusing to look behind as her hair whipped back and the wind pierced her face. 

James chased the younger girl up the hill. He could hear the sound of her laughter flow effortlessly down towards him. By the time he reached the top, his lungs were out of breath causing him to pant furiously. James rested both his hands upon his thighs, and bent forward to take a deep breath, followed by several more. By no means was he an unfit boy, in fact, he was pretty darn athletic, and yet, he could never seem to catch up with her pace, ever. When he finally regained his composure, James looked up and took in his surroundings. Large trees covered the small space and several types of wild flowers were scattered haphazardly around the grass. James took in a fresh scent which calmed him immediately. 

"You're so slow!" Lena threw a handful of grass towards James as he quickly sat beside her. 

"Who the hell sprints up a hill?" James spat out playfully. 

Lena gave him a slow, wide smile before she laid her small frame down on the soft flower bed, effectively crushing the plants below her. 

"Looks like I'm the oldest one left...well, except for you." Lena used the back of her hand to block out the blinding sunlight. 

James laughed, "It's not so bad being the oldest. There are some pretty great perks!" 

"Perks?" Lena questioned with a raised brow, and her voice slightly more pitched. 

At the age of 19, James was no longer an orphan. He was finally free from the public assumption of being an unwanted kid. Yet, even though he was no longer bound to the orphanage, he continued to linger. Some of it was his wanting need to protect Lena and the other children, another part was the fact the Beata Carte, the orphanage's director and caretaker was already pushing 86 years old. So yes, he stayed to take care of the place and assist Beata, but there was a part of him that was also terrified of being alone in the big world by himself. He was petrified at that mere thought. So no, he never attempted to leave Celaris, not like Lena who couldn't wait to leave. From the moment she arrived, to the way she lived her life every day, James knew that she was destined for money, power and glory. 

"Well, you know, you get first dibs on all the food, you have a whole bunch of wide-eyed kids looking up to you, and you get to beat up the bullies...You know, the whole shebang of being eldest." 

"Wow!" Lena said with a whistle. "You absolutely suck as selling things. Promise me, that you'll never be a salesman, you'll go broke." 

James pinched her arm. "Ow! Uncalled for!" Lena yelled. 

James rolled onto her and began tickling her. Lena erupted into laughter, unable to control herself. She jerked her body from side to side to no avail. 

********************** 

Present... 

Harsh winds blew against the small boat christened Madalana. It swayed and moved along the large waves with frightful force. Lena sat on a long couch in the cabin and rhythmically clenched and unclenched her fists. She had never felt so much fear consume her. 

Dark oak lined walls surrounded the small group. Each wall was unusually bare except for the wooden clock that hung above the cabin door. It was thirty minutes until her designated meeting time, and Lena's mind was racing. Her body began to shake from the thoughts of James being murdered, lying in a pool of blood as a lifeless corpse. The only reason she was able to maintain even the slightest bit of composure was by replacing her fear with the fury that rippled through her core. Lena began to tap her foot impatiently; she had never been one to sit still. 

Zane leaned against the wall furthest from Lena, and began formulating a plan. Casino Le Blanc was a large yacht that sailed around the perimeter of Alor Bay. Alor Bay was considered neutral space, and Le Blanc was seen as a common ground for various factions to meet, gamble and socialize. Yet, Zane knew that it was not as safe as people believed. If Zero wanted to do damage he wouldn't care about neutral grounds, peace treaties or their laws. After all, he was the one with a hostage, and Zane on the other hand, was the one with an impulsive, impatient and emotionally-charged wild card. Yes, Zero definitely had the upper hand. 

In addition, Valyria was not even invited to this meeting. That meant that his very presence could be seen as a Valyrian move against Averda. No, Zane needed to tread this carefully. He knew the odds were against him, but, there was no part of him that even considered abandoning Lena to deal with this alone. He needed her to agree to be his, then, she would be an informal member of Valyria, which would force Zero to play by the rules and obey the treaty. At least, he hoped it would. 

Zane looked towards Ares, who somehow maintained an appearance of calmness which contrasted the tension that filled the room. 

Zane moved towards Lena. She was moving so erratically that he feared she would dig a hole into the ground. When he stood in front of her, Zane lowered himself to her eye level and placed his hands on top of hers, stopping the tapping. 

"Lena..." His rough voice called out. 

Lena raised her eyes to look at the man before her. "What?" She asked irritably. 

"Look," He said running a hand through his dark locks, "Le Blanc is neutral grounds...But, there is a specific reason that Zero chose it. And, it's not just because he fancies gambling, which, he does. Once we are on board, we are secluded from land and this boat, my boat." 

"So?" Lena said dryly. 

Zane swore underneath his breath. Couldn't this girl take things seriously? "You don't get it!" He yelled, smashing both his fists down beside Lena's legs. Lena flinched unconsciously. 

"Look, we can't bring guns," Zane looked towards Ares and Cole, who both nodded in reply. "We will hide weapons...knives on ourselves, of course. But, I don't want you to go in." 

"That's not going to fucking happen!" Lena interrupted speaking so calmly, so deathly and so intensely that it caused Zane to stumble on his words. The fragile thread of her sanity was threatening to break because of her misplaced anger towards Zane. 

Zane took a moment to choose his words carefully, "I know..." He finally said. Zane reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item. 

Lena looked at it curiously. The item was small and narrow, it was about two finger sizes in length and painted in a dark purple with intricate gold decals. Lena looked back up at Zane and raised her brow in a quizzical fashion. 

"A hair pin." She stated dryly. 

Zane shook his head slightly, before sighing. He placed the small item between his forefinger and thumb. With his other hand, he pulled the other end of the pin, and it followed his movement, uncovering the sheath of a simple narrow blade. 

"Fancy," Cole said quietly from a far. 

His young master gave him a sideways glance, and Cole quietly replaced his smile with a stoic expression. 

Zane re-sheathed the tiny weapon, concealing it entirely within Lena's hair bun. He tugged it to make sure that it would stay in place. 

"Okay sweetheart, when we get in there, they are going to escort us to the, er...private section. It's on the upper floor." 

"Who will escort us?" Lena asked, once again interrupting him. 

"Le Blanc security..." Ares replied when his boss hesitated. 

Zane stared blankly at the beauty before him. "Listen, I have no doubt that Zero has already paid them off. Because of the short notice, my men are on their way, but they won't be here until later ...and even when they do arrive, they won't be allowed anywhere near the private section. They'll wait for our cue from the casino grounds. I have some friends, regular guests of Le Blanc who will look out for us if something happens." 

"Okay." Lena said while biting the inside of her cheek. "So what's the plan then?" 

Zane looked around to his men. They gave each other a knowing look that Lena did not miss. Sure she could be clueless at times, but in serious situations she was always more hyper-sensitive of her surroundings and the actions of others. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Lena yelled with realization. She jumped up from her seat and began to gesture with her hands, "We are walking into clearly a trap, and you don't have a fucking plan!" 

She proceeded to mutter a string of profanities that would make any sailor blush. 

Zane moved to take the seat Lena vacated. He watched her carefully as she threw her tantrum. He refused to speak until she calmed. 

"I never said we didn't have a plan." Zane stated matter-of-factly. "But, we have to tread lightly...if we make a wrong move, we may inadvertently start a war...And trust me, the last one was bloody enough we don't need a repeat of it." 

Lena began to rub her eyes. She wasn't tired, after all, how could she be tired when she was this worried. But she needed to clear her head. 

'99, 98, 97, 96...' She counted backwards as a method to relax. Yet, instead, she felt the sudden urge to hit something, hard. Lena cussed underneath her breath. Ever since she met Alexander Zane, Prince of all things shitty in the world, she found her moods constantly changing, and boy, was she tired of it already. She hated feeling...feminine. 

Zane stood, and grasped Lena's face within his strong hands. "Promise me, that when shit goes down, and I'm sure it will, that you will get the Fuck. Out. Of. The. Way!" He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word to make sure that she got the point. 

Lena grabbed the man's wrist with her hand, yanking it off her face. She gave Zane a hard stare, "If I get James, and he's alright...then I'll have no problem with that." 

Zane clenched his jaws but didn't say anything. 

Lena paced back and forth, "I have my weapon...Where are yours?" 

She saw Cole move from her peripherals, and turned to look at him. Cole tapped at his belt before undoing it from his pants. He raised the leather material for the small girl to look at. Lena looked at the material and noticed that its end was covered in silver. Cole took the silver piece in his palm and pulled. Lena watched amused as the metal separated from the fabric, and a long piece of steel emerged revealing a makeshift knife. 

"Clever." She said flatly, yet, her eyebrows lifted approvingly. 

"There's one more thing," Zane said hesitantly. He braced himself, but he knew he had to ask her one more time. This time she had to say yes, he promised himself that he wouldn't allow her any other choice. 

"You need to agree to work for me, right now!" 

"What the fuck!!" Lena screamed. She moved her arm to slap him, but Zane caught it mid-air. "Do you think this is the fucking time to bring up old shit..." 

"This is the only time!" He rebutted angrily. 

Zane gave his men a single look that spoke volumes, telling them simple and clear silent code to get the fuck out. Both men hurried out quickly and silently. 

The moment the cabin door shut, Zane threw the small girl to the couch, trapping her beneath his form by pinning both her arms above her head. This was a position Lena had been in several times before, and each time it sent an unwanted shudder to her loins. 

"I can't protect you, and James if you are not Valyrian" Zane began to squeeze her wrists. 

Lena bit down from the slight pain. "Then what good are you!" She spat back. 

Zane lowered his head and began to bit the soft flesh that connected her shoulder and neck. He altered between licking and sucking the area until it began to swell and turn into a bright red. 

A quiet moan escaped from Lena's tightly pursed lips. 

Zane moved to look at Lena. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy, "Say it!" He purred. 

"Why must I?" Lena asked pleadingly. 

"Because, I can't go with you if you don't! I can't keep you from him, if you don't. I can't protect you if you don't..." 

"I don't need your protection!" 

Zane pushed himself off Lena, and readjusted his suit as she moved to a sitting position. He ran he fingers threw his hair, a move that Lena loved to see. 

"Fine!" Zane said through clenched teeth, "Agree to this now, and once this is over, I promise you can retract your statement. But, on that boat, you are mine. This is the only way." Lena was taken aback with how quickly Zane's persona changed. No longer was there any indication of humour, lightness or even laughter within his voice. Instead, he had somehow changed to a stoic man, with sharp eyes within a matter of seconds. 

"If you don't agree, I will keep you trapped on this boat, I will have them turn it around, and I will restrain you. I don't care if it gets your friend killed... The only reason you are even on this boat is because I gave you an inch, out of my respect for you. I will not let you take a mile. Do you understand?" 

Lena removed herself from the couch and stepped behind it, placing it between herself and Zane. 

Zane slammed his hand into the wall beside him in response. 

She gulped. "Fine, for this time being I am yours, I am Valyrian." Lena stated reluctantly. 

******************** 

James sat tied to a chair. His ankles were chained to steel legs, and his arms were bound behind his back, causing his shoulders to scream in pain. He had a split lip that bled profusely and his ribs hurt like hell. James swore underneath his breath as every slight movement caused a rippling pain throughout his body. 

He was secluded in a room that was connected to a smaller room, which James deduced was a security chamber. He had only slightly glimpsed the abundance of computers, monitors and screens when the door had been opened, but he could tell that the images were of the Casino below him. 

Lavish red and gold wallpaper covered the room. The dark tan couches and oak tables that decorated the chamber had been pushed against the walls. James sat within the center of the room, quietly awaiting his captors. He was scared, not only for himself but for Lena and his wife. From what James had experienced, he knew that this man, Zero, was a ruthless and heartless creature. He had bloodied James just for the pleasure of seeing him hurt, and James struggled to hide his pain. That only served to further Maddox's intentions. 

When the big wood doors opened, James' heart was beating faster than he thought was possible. James tried to slow his breathing down, but failed when he saw Zero and three men enter the room. James noticed that Zero had changed clothes. He now wore black jeans, a dark striped shirt and a tailored dark grey sport's blazer. He was more casually dressed than his counterparts, but it was his empty smile that sent shivers down James' spine. James began to shake with fear. 

Maddox looked at the clock. There were several more minutes until he would meet Lena, and he knew she'd come. He took pleasure in making sure her friend looked the part, giving him several eye-scorching bruises. Zero nodded to Eric signaling him to hide a gun underneath the seat of his hostage. He knew the room would be searched by Alexander Zane's men, but they wouldn't be able to get anywhere near James. Maddox Zero smirked to himself as he took a seat directly in front of James. 

"Worried?" Zero asked while leaning back. 

James' mouth quivered with a strange mixture of anxiety and anger. He gave Maddox the most intimidating look that he could muster in his fretful state. He knew the henchman had placed something under his seat, but he couldn't reach it at all. All of his limbs were secured tightly in place. 

"What do you want with Lena?" James finally spat out. 

Zero raised his brow, "I don't see where that concerns you." 

"Fuck you!" James yelled. "You touch her and I'll rip your throat out." 

Zero laughed. "What could you possibly do to me...you're a weak man, pathetic actually. " 

James fought against his restraints trying to get to his captor, but his efforts only lead to a mocking laugh from all of the men. 

"Yet, unlike you" Zero continued, "This girl, Lena...she's strong. I'm gonna love dominating her down to nothing but a petty slave." Zero said with a wink. 

James had a glimpse of realization wash over him. He broke out into an uncontrollable laugh. Maddox gave Eric a nod. Eric moved towards James and whipped in the head with the back of his hand. James continued to laugh. 

Zero moved from his seat, backhanding him immediately. "Why are you laughing?" He asked dryly. 

James' laughter only grew louder. He tilted his head back, ignoring the throbbing pain and the new blood that filled his mouth. 

"I get it now." James said between spurts of hilarity. "This has nothing to do with her stealing money from you...You are like every other man who's met her." 

"Shut up?" Eric said before punching James in the gut. 

James groaned. 

"When you look at Lena, you see what all men see," James paused and spit out blood. He gave his captor a wide, bloody grin, "You see your fantasy girl. A girl that doesn't exist, but who can be molded and shaped to your will, desires...perversions." 

Zero raised his brow. 

"You don't even know what you find appealing...but you do know there's something, perhaps it's her freedom she carries so effortlessly. You are somehow drawn to her, and it's inexplicable to you. But, really what it is, is the male urge for perfection. And that is what you desire." 

A deep grumbling chuckle emerged from Zero, "Perhaps I should kill you now and save myself the trouble of dealing with your delusions." 

James traced each of his teeth with his tongue, and felt his molar wriggle abnormally. He decided to play his game a little longer, "Everything Lena is now, is the product of what I have made her...every smile, hair flip, and tear. It's all mine." 

Maddox lowered himself down to James' eyelevel. "I do want her," He whispered. "And I will have her. You won't have to worry about that, though." 

Almost effortlessly, Zero reached into his pocket and picked out a small knife. He thrust it in the smaller man in the thigh, with a grin plastered onto his face. 

James shrieked in pain. He knew the knife had connected with bone, and he felt the sharp tip of the blade pierce through his delicate muscles. 

Zero placed his palm above the hilt of the knife. His hand hovered and with a smile Maddox Zero began putting pressure on the knife. He was rewarded with the sweet sounds of more screams and unsuccessfully concealed whimpering. 

When James' cries began to simmer, Zero, in all his horrifying glory, wrapped his hand around the hilt of knife, and pulled. He removed the protruding object from James' leg in excruciating slowness, prolonging the torturous effect. 

James' face contorted into an inhuman expression. He was beyond the point of verbally expressing the amount of pain he was in. Although, his mouth was open in some sort of bodily reaction to somehow alleviate the agony, no sounds emerged. It was that very silence where a person's terror and anguish could be felt effortlessly by everyone within their vicinity. It was this type moment that sent thrills throughout Zero's body. He both hated it, and at the same time in his own sick, perverted way, he needed it. 

*********************** 

Lena stared wide-eyed at the humongous yacht before her that had easily dwarfed their small boat in comparison. They had anchored beside the bigger ship and Lena watched as crewmen from Casino Le Blanc dropped a narrow ladder from above. Ares and Cole both climbed up quickly.