Empath's Angel - M J Marlow (easy readers .TXT) 📗

Karen had fought for them to have a life together. They had only been given a year, he frowned. He had managed to escape the Professor only to find that Karen was deadand their daughter was missing. It had taken twelve years for him to be reunited with his child. He was not going to let these bastards hurt his daughter. More especially, he was not going to let the Professor get his hands on her. “Murph,” Peters decided as he looked over at the girl. “Take Doc into townand bring us back something.” He wound a strand of Emilia’s raven curls around his fingerand pulled. She glared up at him. “I’ll keep the little one company until you get back.” He looked directly at Dominik. “I’d hurry, Doc.” Murphy yanked Dominik to his feetand shoved him out of the apartment. The door closedand Emilia saw Peters locking it. He turned to smile at her with an expression on his face that had been just hinted at earlier. She got to her feet, shaking her head,and backing away from him. He took a step towards herand she turned to run for the back door. He yanked her away as she was unlocking the door. He clamped his hand over her mouthand forced her down the hall to her bedroom. He shoved her insideand locked the door closed behind him. “Remember how I was telling you earlier that some men would be turned on by that defiant glare of yours, pretty?” Peters asked as he came towards her. “I’m one of them.” He backed her into the cornerand moved as she tried to knee him. “Your father taught you some very interesting maneuvers, child,” he laughed as he clamped her wrists in his hand and raised her arms above her head. “It won’t help you.” He clamped his other hand on her throatand tightened his grip until she was gasping for air. “You won’t tell your father about this or I will slit his throat.” “You wouldn’t,” Emilia protested as she continued to struggle for freedom. “Your employer wants my father alive.” “I can always tell him that your father slit his own throat,” Peters smiled as he pressed against her, “rather than come with us.” He moved his hand and ran his thumb over her lips. “You don’t want that to happen, do you?” “You really think I’m going to let you rape me?” Emilia hissed. She stiffened as his hand moved under her blouseand she felt him pawing her breast. “Let me go!” She heard the rattle of chainand felt something hardand cold on her left wrist. Peters dragged her over to the bedand cuffed her to it. “Please don’t do this!” “You have a decision to make, darling,” Peters said as he ran his hand along Emilia’s breast, his eyes never leaving hers. “You will let me have you tonight, or your father will be dead in the morning.” He patted her cheekand then gagged her. “I’ll let you think about it,” he said as he heard the front door opening, “while the rest of us have dinner.” Emilia watched him leave,and then heard the distinctive sound of him locking her inside. She pulled at the cuffs holding her to the rails in her headboard, but she couldn’t loosen them. What could she do, she asked herself as she leaned back, her eyes closed against the tears threatening to fall. If she didn’t let the man rape her, he would murder her father. But how could she let him do that to her? She couldn’t free herself,and she couldn’t cry for help. She tried one more time to pull free of the cuffsand then sank down on the mattress to put her mind to some plan. “Where’s my daughter?” Dominik asked the moment he was inside. He glared at the man coming down the hall. “If you’ve hurt her, Peters; I’ll rip your black heart out!” “I wouldn’t harm that darling child of yours, Doc,” Peters told him bluntly. “The Professor would rip my head off. No,” he continued as he shoved Dominik towards the kitchen, “your pretty daughter is just enjoying a little alone time. She will continue to remain untouched as long as you do as you are told.” He saw the look of defeat on Dominik’s faceand nodded. “I knew you could be reasoned with, Doc.” He took a second pair of cuffs out of his jacket pocketand cuffed one of Dominik’s wrists to the chair he was shoved into. “We’ll have dinner now, like the old friends we are.” “How did you know where to find me?” Dominik asked as he watched the two men eating. He refused to touch the food. “Your old friend, Doctor Martin told us,” Peters replied, “right before I slit his throat.” He saw Dominik pale. “He stole some very important information from the Professor six years ago. Then you both disappeared. When we finally caught up with him,” the man’s smile was coldly pleased, “he was quite eager to tell us where you were.” “He hoped it would keep him alive,” Murphy sniffed. “You’d think he would know better. The Professor does not suffer traitors.” He looked at Dominik. “The only reason you are not under an extermination order is because he needs your skillsand the information Martin passed you.” “If you’re not going to eat,” Peters said, “we might as well put you to bed.” He nodded to Murphy. “I’ll leave that to you, partner. I’ll give the girl something to eat.” “Leave her alone, Peters!” Dominik hissed as Murphy dragged him to his feetand cuffed his wrists behind his back. Peters merely smiledand watched as Murphy took Dominik to his roomand secured him. He went to Emilia’s roomand removed her gag. Then he freed one wristand yanked her out to the kitchen, cuffing her to the same seat her father had been in earlier. He nodded towards the foodand she shook her head. “If you’re not hungry,” he said as he started to free her, “then we can get on to other activities.” Emilia rammed her elbow into his hateful faceand he fell back with a cry of anger. She was on her feetand running for the door before he could recover. Murphy arrived in time to see her yanking open the doorand he caught herand dragged her back. Peters slapped her across the face, his eyes cold with anger. He fastened the cuffs, pinning her arms behind her back. Then he grabbed a handful of her hairand shoved her towards the hall. “You’ve got first watch, Murphy,” Peters said coldly. “Miss Sobieskiand I need to talk about her attitude.” He saw his partner’s lookand knew what he was thinking. “Don’t worry,” he said in a language only the two of them knew, “I won’t harm the brat. I just mean to give her something to think about so she behaves herself.” Peters forced Emilia back into her roomand shoved her down onto the bed. He locked the door againand stood watching her. Emilia could see he was intent on making her afraid of him. How far would he go to instill that fear? As far as he had threatened? He came towards herand she backed away as far as the cuffs would allow her to go. Peters sat down on the bedand ran his hand along her bare leg; his eyes warm with admiration. “You have a very beautiful voice, girl,” he said as he locked eyes with her. “You have any other talents I might enjoy?” “Quit toying with me,” Emilia protested as she tried to move away from this man. “If you are going to rape me, get it over with. Otherwise,” she snapped at him, “leave me alone, Przestępca!” “You are very calm for a girl about to be assaulted,” Peters smiled. “Just how far did your father go into teaching you about sex?” His hand moved up under the skirt of Emilia’s sundressand he saw the uncertainty in her eyes. She was still an innocent. “As appealing as the thought of being the man lucky enough to be your first is,” he said as he gagged her; “our orders regarding you were quite specific.” He patted her cheek. “Some other time, perhaps.” He left the roomand locked the door. He joined Murphy at the kitchen tableand they finished the meal in silence. He couldn’t forget the way anger made that girl’s eyes blaze like emeralds. She was such a beautiful girl,and so very desirable. He wanted to take her as his ownand keep her safe. He shook his head at such a disloyal thoughtand got to his feet to check out what was on the television. If they were going to spend the night, he figured, they might as well make themselves comfortable. Murphy suddenly frozeand Peters knew something was wrong. “I’ll get the doctor,” he said as he ran to unlock the back door,and then hurried to Dominik’s room. “You get the girl.” Jason moved into the alley as part of the second watchand arrived in time to see two men bringing Dominikand Emilia out of the rear of the building. The men were angry, but worse, they were alert. Jason knew he would have to be very careful if he were going to take these men down. Any misstep would cause harm to come to Dominikand Emilia;and that was not acceptable. He called for backupand moved into position behind a dumpster to wait. “You don’t want to do this!” Dominik was protesting as he was shoved into the back of the car. His eyes were wild with fear, Jason noted, but not for himself. “Leave her here!” “We’ve had that discussion, Doc,” the man hissed at him. He turned to his companion. “Your daughter is coming with us.” “Glenville Police! Freeze!” Jason ordered as he drew his gun. A second later, he was diving for cover as one of the men fired. Jason pulled his cell out. “This is Cross. There’s a kidnapping going down at the Marks’ garage. Where’s that backup?” He looked up to see the taller man trying to force Emilia into the back of the car. A bullet hit near his headand he had to take cover again. There was the sound of blows being struckand then a thudand a cry of pain. The tall man had his hand to the back of his head. He backhanded Emiliaand she hit the walland collapsed to the ground. Jason fired as the man reached for herand Murphy backed off, frowning as his partner told him to hurry. Jason fired one more shotand Murphy got in the car. Jason watched as it backed down the alleyand took off down the street with a squeal of tires. “Emi?” Jason called out softly as he crouched down next to her. “Are you all right?” The girl did not respondand he saw that she was out cold. He checked her pulseand was relieved to find it strong. He got out the celland called in the license number on the car,and asked the officer on the other end to send an ambulance. Then he waited with his friend for help to arrive. Moments after Dominik was taken, a squad car arrived at the garage. The car squealed to a stop in front of the building,and a tall, silver-haired man with deep blue eyes ran in. The expression on Lieutenant Simon’s hawk-like face was angry. Mama Cross had called him once the reception had died down, not satisfied with Donald’s story about ‘college friends’ coming to visit. Something about them had told her these people were trouble. Her son’s report on arriving for duty had confirmed it. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to harm Donald Marks, but he was a friendand Daniel never let his friends down. This man gave more to charity than anyone else in town. His daughter was Glenville’s darling, with her gentle touchand sweet nature. He strode