by Cara Lynn
Isabelle Ricci is 25 years old, alone in this world, and starting anew. She had inherited her parent's vast fortune when she lost them a year ago in a horrible car accident. So now she has no family, and because she always kept her own company, she had no friends either.
She had left Chicago and decided to start a new life in Miami. She loved the ocean and the heat. She had endured her last winter of snow and ice. Because money wasn’t a problem, she was going to start a new business making designer cards. Hopefully the rich people here would like her designs, and she'd be a real success.
It was just getting dark and Belle had finished eating at her favorite Cuban restaurant. She wasn't paying attention because she was texting one of her possible suppliers. She had wandered into a bad neighborhood and still wasn't paying attention to where she was going.
On the same street, in the same bad neighborhood, were Jaxon and his Special Forces team, Clint and Jake. They were in the middle of a black ops mission to take down two of the top Columbian drug cartels. Just as everything started going down, Belle walked right into the middle of it. Because they were using silencers she never saw the men fire and take down several of their competition, but the team did.
"Jax, do you see her?" Clint asked. "Can you get to her?"
"Yeah, I think so," he replied running at her. He scooped her over his shoulder and kept running until he got to his black SUV. He opened the driver's door, threw her inside, started the vehicle and sped away before he even noticed his passenger.
Belle was screaming at him. "What the fuck! Who the fuck are you? Let me out of here you asshole. Do you hear me?"
"You have one minute to calm down and listen to me and clean up your language," he snapped at her.
"Let me the fuck out of here. I want out now!!!" she screamed at him trying to open the car door.
"Stop it immediately, young lady," he snapped again. "I'm trying to save you."
"Fuck you are!! You're a pervert who's trying to fucking kidnap me!" she screamed.
"Okay, that's it. Sorry, but I have to do this," he snapped at her as he reached over, grabbed her by the shoulder and applied pressure to her neck. It was a technique he learned in Special Forces training and he was all too familiar with how it worked. Suddenly, she slumped in the seat. He knew she'd be out for a while.
"Clint, are you there?" Jaxon asked.
"I'm here Jax. The mission's over and it was a partial success," he replied knowing his team leader was not going to be happy.
"Partial success? What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, Manuel and his men took out Jose and most of his men, but they saw the girl. I'm sure they thought she saw them too, so three of them went after you, and we weren't able to catch them. You guys are in danger," Clint said.
"Damn. Okay I'll head to the airstrip and take the helicopter to our cabin. It's really isolated and I should be able to keep her safe until you guys can take care of Manuel and his men," Jax said.
"We have Manuel. We just don't have his men. You take the helicopter and we'll go ahead with our original plan to use the plane and get him out of the country. No one should find you in the cabin. Once you get settled, contact us on the satellite phone and give us the information on the girl, so we can cover things up here until you can get her back," Clint said.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll be in touch, as soon as I can. Be careful buddy," he told his friend.
Jaxon sped to the small private airfield. Once there he pulled into a secluded hanger and parked the vehicle. Belle was still unconscious, so he moved the helicopter out so it was ready for take-off.
Once the helicopter was ready, he walked back to the hanger and scooped Belle out of the vehicle and started to close the door. Then he turned and bent in to grab her purse. He'd already taken her cell phone, but he knew women were fanatical about their purses. When he picked it up, he shook his head. The damn thing weighed almost more than the little bundle in his arms.
He quickly walked to the helicopter and slipped her in the passenger seat. He buckled her in, put the ear muffs on her head and then restrained her hands and feet, not too tight, but snug enough that she couldn't cause trouble once they were in the air.
He got them in the air and turned on the surveillance equipment. He was flying a state-of-the-art black ops helicopter, and it was now flying completely undetectable.
He looked over at the tiny woman slumped in the seat next to him. Now that they were airborne he wanted her to wake up. She'd been unconscious for over an hour. He knew she'd probably have a good-sized bruise on her shoulder. He'd get ice on it as soon as they got to the cabin, which would be in another three hours.
Finally, she started to move. She groaned, then opened her eyes and screamed. "What the fuck! Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?"
"Enough with the mouth. I don't want you to say one more word," he yelled at her.
"Fuck you!!" she screamed at him.
"Young lady, one more word and I promise you the first thing I'm going to do to you is wash your mouth out with soap," he said as he watched her mouth fall open.
"That's right; I said wash your mouth out with soap. Now stay still, be quiet, and I'll try to tell you what you walked into earlier this evening," he said.
"Okay, asshole, fill me. I'm sure a kidnapper will tell me the truth," she snapped obviously furious.
"I said watch your language! Now, I am not a kidnapper. I have not kidnapped you. I'm trying to save your life. You stumbled into the middle of a Special Forces mission. You were texting and not paying attention to your surroundings. You never even noticed the bullets flying and the men who were shot right in front of you," he explained.
"Bullets? Men shot? Oh my god, I never saw anything," she said, shocked.
He looked at her and he thought that at least now she was listening to him, and she'd cleaned her language up. He hated it when women swore like drunken sailors. However, he had a sure-fire way to clean their language up. No pun intended.
"I'm the team leader of the mission and unfortunately two of the bad guys saw you and assumed you saw them. I had to get you out of the state before they could find you and shoot you. Right now I don't think they have any idea who you are, but that could change at any time. I'm taking you to my cabin far away from prying eyes. I'm positive no one will ever be able to find you. I'll protect you with my life. I promise you that. Now, please lean back and rest. We won't land for another hour," he told her.
"Okay, thank you. This is a lot for me to comprehend. You're going to have to give me some time," she replied.
"No problem. If you promise me you'll behave, I'll take the restraints off," he said.
"I promise. There really isn't much I can do up here anyway," she said flatly.
He was getting worried that she was going into shock. Suddenly, she was getting submissive and quiet. He thought this behavior was going against who this woman was. He reached over and cut her restraints and then handed her an orange juice out of his backpack. "Please drink this for me. I think the sugar will do you some good," he said to her.
She took the orange juice out of his hand and thanked him. Then she drank all of it and asked if he had any water.
"Here's my backpack and there's water, juice and some snacks in it. Please help yourself. You do need to stay hydrated. You're so tiny it won't take anything for you to get dehydrated," he said.
She dug through the backpack and pulled out some water and trail mix. She even handed him a water.
"Thank you, little one. Now lay back and rest. I'll let you know when we land," he said.
They landed about an hour later. He got out, covered the helicopter with camouflage then reached in and scooped Belle out. He walked over to the vehicle that was also hidden and put her in the passenger seat, fastened the seat belt and walked back to the helicopter to get his backpack, her purse, the weapons, and other items that he needed to keep her safe.
She was still sleeping when he started the vehicle and headed toward the cabin. It took him another hour to get there.
Once there, he hit a remote and the garage door opened. He pulled into the four-car garage and closed the overhead door. He walked to the passenger door and again scooped her up. This time she opened her eyes and started to struggle.
"Calm down, little one. You're safe. I'm just carrying you into the cabin," he said softly.
She was struggling for all she was worth and wouldn't calm down.
He simply threw her over his shoulder and smacked her butt once really hard. "Now settle down or you'll get more of that," he said.
"Oouch," she yelped. "You can't do that to me."
Since she was still struggling he smacked her three more times really hard. That should settle her down, he thought.
"Ow, ow, you fucking bastard. Stop hitting me!" she screamed.
He walked into the kitchen and said, "I warned you about your language. You're about to find out I never go back on my promises." He sat her on the kitchen sink, squeezed her mouth open and squirted some soap in it. Then he closed her mouth and held it closed. Now she was really struggling.
"Settle down right now or I won't let you spit it out," he told her.
She immediately settled down and after another minute, he lifted her up and stood her on the floor in front of the sink and told her she could rinse her mouth out.
She was gagging and spitting the soap out. She rinsed her mouth again and again.
He just stood there smiling. Maybe she'd be a quick learner. She looked adorable; she was standing on her tip toes, all 5 feet of her, frantically trying to get all the soap out of her mouth.
She had long curly red hair and flashing green eyes. She didn't weigh 100 pounds. He knew she was going to be a handful, but an adorable handful.
"Uuhggg, oh my god, how could you do that to me?" she yelled.
"I warned you several times that I wouldn't tolerate such language, and I told you what I'd do if you didn't stop," he calmly told her.
"Well, I didn't like it, and I won't let you ever do that to me again. Furthermore, how dare you hit me!" she snapped at him.
He chuckled and led her into the living room. "Sit down, little one," he said gently. "First, you didn't let me do anything. Second, I did not hit you. I would never hit a woman. I spanked you and that's something I'll do as often as necessary.
Now that that's settled, please tell me your name and what you're doing in Miami."
She sat straight up in shock by what had just been said. She finally said, "My name is Isabelle Ricci. I just moved to Miami, so I could open my own business."
"My name is Jaxon Morris. This is what I like to call home. I'm sorry, but I need more information from you," he said.
"What if I don't want to tell you?" she asked in a bratty tone.
"So you want to play games. How about if I show you what'll happen if you don't cooperate with me," he said as he quickly grabbed her and flipped her over his lap and started spanking her.
"Oh, ow, ow, stop it right now you bastard!" she yelled, then suddenly realizing what she said she yelled again. "No, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to swear."
He laughed to himself and smacked her butt really hard and said, "I'm so glad you took that back. I was just about to carry you into the kitchen for another lesson with the soap. Do I need to keep spanking you, or are you willing to cooperate?" he asked her.
"Stop, please stop. I'll answer your questions," she pouted.
When he stood her on her feet she started jumping around the living room feverishly rubbing her little butt. "You really hurt me. You really hurt me," she pouted.
"I barely tapped you," he chuckled.
"Tapped me? My butt's on fire," she said in a snit.
"Come over here and sit down and answer my questions right now," he told her.
"I can't sit down thanks to you," she snapped.
"If you don't do what I say right now, I can make sure you won't be able to sit down for a long time. Do you understand me young lady? I'm done playing games with you," he snapped at her.
She stood there staring at him with her eyes flashing. He knew she was torn as to whether she'd obey him or not. Slowly, she moved to the couch and sat down, wincing when her butt hit the cushion.
If she was that sore after this mild spanking, the next spanking, and he was sure there would be a next spanking, would have to be on the bare butt, so he could make sure he didn't hurt her. Maybe she had really delicate skin.
"Bully," she snapped at him.
"Language, language," he chuckled and then watched her bristle. "Okay little one, do you have any family or friends who will be missing you?"
"No, my parents both died in a car accident last year. I'm an only child, so no siblings and I don't have any friends or business acquaintances who will be looking for me. Any more information you require from me or may I use the bathroom, wherever it is?" she said.
He didn't even chastise her for her sassy mouth. He simply said, "Sorry, go down the hallway and you’ll find the first door on the right leads to the bathroom."
He went into the kitchen to see what food had been delivered. He started making turkey sandwiches and grabbed a couple bottles of water. He put it all on a tray with some chips and cookies and brought it back into the living room, so they could eat when she got back.
Suddenly, he realized she'd been gone way too long. He knocked on the bathroom door and swore when there was no answer. The door was locked so he kicked it in. Damn, she'd gone out the window. This was his fault for not activating the security system. Well, she certainly couldn't get very far in the 5-inch heels she was wearing, but he didn't want her to get hurt either.
When he found her, he was going to blister her little butt when he got her back to the cabin.
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