by Winnie


Comments---Special thanks to my Medical person, Julie; couldn’t have done it without you, Pard. Thanks as well to Mel for being Beta reading this story. Thanks to Muse for her wonderful graphics. Would love feedback.






Allycia Marseilles turned to her father with her practiced pout. Her Daddy was considered one of the top ten richest men in the world. He could make the strongest man cringe with just a look and Allycia took pride in the fact that she could wrap him around her fingers with just a pout.

“Which one, Darling?” Francois Marseilles asked. He knew he’d give his daughter anything she wanted. He had the money and the resources to keep his beautiful, spoiled daughter happy and he intended to use them.

“The handsome one, Daddy.” Allycia said as she gazed across the elegant restaurant at the seven men and their dates.

He watched his daughter as she continued to gaze at the table. “I do believe they would all be considered handsome, my dear. You must be more specific if you want me to arrange to have him picked up.” he said.

“The one sitting between the blonde woman and the long haired man. The one with the blonde hair and the green eyes, I want him Daddy.” she smiled.

“Then you shall have him, my dear. I will make arrangements to have him taken to Paradisia.” he said.

“Oh, Daddy, I love you.” she said as she looked at the man she yearned for.


Chris Larabee looked up and his eyes locked on the most intense Sapphire blue eyes he’d ever seen. The face they were attached to was striking in its appearance and the raven hair melded the face like a perfect sculpture. Normally he would have found the woman attractive, but there was something chilling in her eyes. Shaking his head he turned back to his companions.

“Something wrong, Cowboy?” Vin Tanner asked.

Chris forced a smile on his face and fought back a shudder. “Nothing at all, Pard.” he said.

Vin knew something had shaken his friend up and was about to repeat his question when his date leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Your place or mine?”

Vin choked and couldn’t hide the sheepish grin that spread over his face, “Mine.” he whispered back.

Chris watched the face of his friend as his beautiful companion had leaned over and whispered something in his ear. The slight blush was instantaneous and he grinned as Tanner answered her back.

“I have to go home, Chris.” Mary Travis told the handsome blonde who’d agreed to be her date for the evening. She hated to call an end to the evening but she had a son to look after.

Mary was Orrin Travis’s daughter-in-law. Chris had no interest in dating but when Orrin had asked him to take Mary out as a favour, he’d reluctantly agreed. He’d found himself relaxing as the night wore on and he smiled at her. “You sure?” he asked, his smile adding to the handsome features.

“I have to get home to Billy.” she told him.

Chris knew Billy was her eight-year-old son and he wondered what it would have been like to have his own son waiting at home. A look of pain crossed his handsome features but he wiped it away immediately. “All right, Mary, I’ll get your coat.” he said.

Mary didn’t miss the pained look that crossed her dates face and she wondered what would have caused it. ‘I’ll have to ask Orrin about this man.’ she thought.

“Daddy, he’s leaving.” Allycia pouted as she watched the object of her attention return to his seat with a pale blue jacket over his arm.

“Relax, my dear, it’ll take me a couple of weeks to set things up and then he’ll be with you as long as you want.” Francois told his daughter.

“Oh, Daddy, thank you.” Allycia said as she returned her attention to the man walking out with the pretty blonde. “I hate her.” she said.

“Now, my dear, she won’t be in the way for long.” Marseilles told his daughter.


Vin watched his closest friend walk away from the table, his hand on Mary Travis’ arm. He smiled as he saw the closeness and wondered if Chris had finally found someone he could relate to again.

A sudden chill sent a shudder coursing down his spine as he noticed a young woman staring at his friend. Her eyes were filled with an iciness that chilled him to the bone. ‘How can something so beautiful feel so deadly.’ he thought as his own date turned her attention back to him. Her intimate whispers in his ear soon made him forget his thoughts about the young woman seated with the older man.


Chris Larabee loved driving to his ranch at night especially when the sky was covered in an immense blanket of brightly twinkling stars surrounding a full-bodied moon. It was such a beautiful night and he felt more relaxed than he’d felt in a long time. The team had just wrapped up a case they’d been working on for over a month and they’d celebrated at their favourite hang out. It was after midnight when he pulled into his yard. He pulled the truck to a stop and climbed out of the cab, thinking of the weeks that had passed since his first date with Mary Travis. They’d seen each other six times since the night at the restaurant with the guys.

He loved this place he’d come to call home with its sprawling hills and windswept pine. A whinny from the stable told him that the horses knew he was home and he turned towards the moderate sized building.

Suddenly his well-honed senses made him realize something wasn’t right and he turned back to his ranch house. Nothing seemed amiss, but the hairs on the nape of his neck told him something was definitely out of the ordinary.

His hand reached for his gun as a sharp prick to his shoulder made him reel against the side of his truck. All reason left him as he slid down the door, his now useless hand resting snugly against the weapon.

He could see and hear but he couldn’t move anything. He watched as two pairs of dark clad legs walked towards him. One knelt down and pulled a tiny dart from Chris’s shoulder while the other seemed to signal into the sky with a tiny light.

‘What the hell’s going on.’ Chris thought as he fought to get some movement out of his useless body. His tongue felt thick and his mouth dry. The only part he could move was his eyes and he watched as a helicopter landed in his front yard.

“Hello, Mr. Larabee, I know you can hear me. You’ve been given something to make this ride a little easier on everyone involved. We’re going to take a little ride in the chopper and then we’ll make you a little more comfortable for the second leg of the journey.” a dark haired man told Chris. “I can see by your eyes that you understand what I’m saying. I can also see the rebellion in them. IF it were up to me I wouldn’t touch you, Mr. Larabee, you see I know a dangerous man when I see one and you’re definitely dangerous. Just try to relax and I’ll give you the antidote for the drug when we reach the airport.”

‘Airport,’ Chris thought and knew he was in worse trouble than he’d originally thought. He’d known he was in danger but hadn’t thought of being taken out of the city. His eyes moved to the chopper as he was pulled up by his arms and dragged towards the waiting conveyance. He was strapped into a seat and a shoulder harness was placed over him to keep him from sliding out. The chopper lifted into the sky and moved away from the ranch as the man who’d spoken to him earlier sat beside him. Chris’s useless body slid to one side and lay against him. ‘Vin,’ he thought as he realized he might never see his best friend again.

The flight didn’t take long but Chris could feel his frustration and anger building. He wondered who was behind this and what if anything he could do about it. The chopper soon descended into a private airfield and Chris was once again pulled from the chopper. He wanted to struggle, he wanted to fight, he wanted to scream but he had no control over his own body.

“Let’s get him onboard.” the man from the ranch said as he tried to keep Chris on his feet.

Two men came over and they took control of Chris. They lifted his arms over their shoulders and dragged him towards a moderate sized aircraft with Marseilles Enterprises written across the side. “What the hell is going on?’ he thought as they half carried, half dragged him into the plane.

The two men supported him until they reached a luxurious high-backed seat. The man from the ranch once again knelt before him and pulled out a set of handcuffs. He placed one around Chris’s right wrist and attached the other to the seat. He then reached into his pocket and produced a tiny needle that he pressed into Larabee’s shoulder.

Chris felt the helplessness leave his body as nerve endings tingled as if wakening from a long sleep. “W...who the hell are you?” he ground out in a raspy voice as his tongue seemed to shrink and his mouth returned to normal.

“My name’s Charles Shale, Mr. Larabee.” the man said as he shone a light in Chris’s eyes.

“Why have you kidnapped me?” Chris asked as he felt the plane begin to taxi out to the runway.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that right now. Suffice it to say there is someone who’s very interested in seeing you. You must be exhausted so why don’t you relax and get some sleep.” Shale told the captive. “Let me put your seat back for you.”

“This is crazy. Where are you taking me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that question either.”

“Damnit let me out of here.” Chris cried as his anger got the better of him and he struggled against the cuffs holding him to the seat.

“I didn’t want to do this, Mr. Larabee, but it seems you leave me no choice. I will not sit through this flight listening to you fighting to escape when there is no way it’ll ever happen.” Shale said as he reached into a tiny bag and withdrew a syringe and a vial of liquid.

“No.” Chris said as he remembered the unbearable feeling of being paralysed and helpless.

“I’m afraid I have no choice, Mr. Larabee, you see the client wants you unharmed.” Shale said as he finished filling the syringe.

Chris felt the cold as a swab was placed against his arm and then the needle as Shale plunged it in and depressed the liquid. He felt his eyes grow heavy as the liquid did its work and he succumbed to a drug induced sleep.


Vin Tanner woke with a start. Something teased at the back of his mind and he felt a cold shiver run through his sleep-drenched mind. “Chris.” he thought as he reached for the phone. He dialed the familiar number and was rewarded by the ringing at the other end. “Come on, Cowboy, pick it up.” he said into the phone. He listened as the phone at the other end continued it’s incessant, annoying ringing for the tenth time. “Shit.” he said as he jumped from the bed dropping the phone back in it’s cradle and dressing quickly.

Five minutes later, hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned exposing his lean chest he jumped into his jeep and gunned it towards Chris Larabee’s ranch. He took no notice of his surroundings as he sped towards his friend. He ignored the sound of sirens as a patrol car gave chase. The rising sun promised a beautiful day but Vin Tanner was oblivious to that fact.

He pulled his jeep into Larabee’s drive and was out of the jeep before it came to a complete stop. The sight of his friends’ truck made the hair on the nape of his neck stand at attention and he hurried towards it. He placed his hand on the open door and looked inside as two officers hurried towards him.

“Is there a problem, Vin?” Gerald McMurtry asked as he watched the irate young man.

“Something’s happened to Chris” Vin told the grey haired man he’d known since childhood..

“You sure?” McMurtry’s partner, Abel Turner asked.

“Since when would Chris leave his truck like this? I mean we know it’s pretty safe out here but Chris would never leave his gun on the seat.” Vin explained as he drew forth the pearl handled gun.

“I’ll put in a call and get some men out here. Abel, you help Vin search the place. See if you can’t find something that’ll tell us what happened.” McMurtry told his partner.

“Sure, Gerry.” Abel said as he followed Vin.

Vin hurried towards the house but stumbled to a halt when he noticed some depressions in the grass and soil twenty feet from the truck. He hurried towards the torn grass and knelt down. He touched the depressions and glanced at the two officers.

“What is it, Vin?” McMurtry asked from the door of the patrol car.

“Looks like something set down here, probably a small chopper of some kind. I’m gonna need to call the guys and get them out here.” Vin said as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed the Firm’s number and was relieved when it was picked up on the first ring.


“JD, drop everything and get the guys out to Chris’ ranch. We’ve got a problem.” Vin said into the phone.

“What sort of problem?” JD’s anxious voice sounded tinny to Vin’s ears.

“I can’t explain right now just get the guys and get out here.” Vin ordered.

“Yeah, sure, Vin, They’re all here so we should get there in forty minutes, OK?”

“Just hurry, JD.” Vin told him as he hung up the phone and continued to study the tracks in the grass.


“Daddy, they’re coming!” Allycia cried excitedly.

“I told you they’d be here. Charles called to say they were on the way.” Francois Marseilles told his daughter. He knew she was spoiled but he loved indulging her every whim. It was something he could afford and he wanted his daughter to have what she wanted. If she wanted Chris Larabee she would have him for as long as she wanted.

He’d made a point of having Larabee investigated and was very impressed with what he’d read. The man had been a Navy Seal and was still in the reserves. He’d had dealings with ex-Seals and knew they were to be respected.

“I can’t wait to see him, Daddy. Do I look alright?” Allycia asked as she straightened the Canary-yellow sleeveless sundress she wore. Her hair was tied back by a matching ribbon and her blue eyes twinkled with happiness.

“You look stunning, my dear.” he said as he watched the Marseilles private plane touch down on the tiny airstrip.

Allycia ran her hands over her dress again as she waited for the plane to stop. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the young woman, the engines stopped and the door was opened. She recognized her father’s physician and long time friend and ran towards him. “Did you bring him?” she asked excitedly.

“He’s inside.” Shale answered, smiling at the spoiled beauty.

“I’m going to see him, Daddy.” she called over her shoulder as she hurried into the plane. She saw him immediately and rushed to his side. “Oh, darling, you’re finally home.” she said as she placed a kiss on his forehead. When there was no movement from the object of her attention she sat back, a worried frown on her face. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked Shale as he re-entered the plane with her father.

“He’s just sleeping.” Shale told her.

“Why won’t he wake up?” she pouted.

“I had to give him something to make him sleep. He’s not here willingly you know?” Shale answered.

“Maybe not yet.” she said as she kissed the sleeping man again. “You will stay with me forever, won’t you Chris?” she asked and then turned back to the doctor. “Did you get rid of that bleached blonde bitch?”

“She was away on an assignment for some newspaper or other when we got there.” Shale told her.

“I want her dead.” Allycia said as she unconsciously pinched Chris Larabee’s shoulder.

“Now, my dear, perhaps it’s best that we leave the woman alone for now. You don’t want anyone getting suspicious of why Mr. Larabee was really kidnapped do you?” Marseilles asked.

“But, Daddy.”

“No buts, my dear. We’ve gone through a lot of trouble to make it look like terrorist were involved in his kidnapping and I want to keep it that way.”

“Alright, Daddy, but can we get rid of her when they stop looking for Chris?”

“We’ll see, Allycia, we’ll see. Now why don’t we get Mr. Larabee settled in his room?”

“I’ll go turn down the sheets.” she said, once more kissing the unconscious man’s forehead before leaving the plane.

“Why’d you use drugs on him?” Marseilles asked as Shale used a key and unlocked the cuffs from the captives’ wrist.

“Did you read the file on this man?”

“I did.”

“Then you know how dangerous he is.”

“I do.”

“I’d advise you to keep him on sedatives during his stay. This man was a Seal and from what I’ve heard they can do anything they want, including escaping this island of yours. Chris Larabee was considered one of the best and therefore deserves to be treated accordingly. I wouldn’t mess around when it comes to his talents.”

“You sound like you envy him.” Marseilles noted as they exited the aircraft.

“Envy, No. Respect and fear, yes.”

“Fear from what, Charles?”

“Fear from what his men will do when they find out the truth and I do believe they will find out. According to my research Larabee hand-picked each man for his team and he didn’t pick him lightly. There’s at least one other ex-Seal as well as a marine aircraft pilot, another man had some dealings with mercenaries down in South Africa. Even the youngest member of the team was picked because of his specialty.” Shale explained as he watched two men carry the still sleeping man towards the house.

“Surely you can’t believe they’ll find him here.” Marseilles asked, a touch of nervousness entering his voice.

“Anything can happen. Don’t underestimate Larabee’s team.”

“I won’t.” Marseilles said.


Vin watched as three cars entered the drive. Five men moved anxiously towards him.

“What’s going on, Vin?” Buck asked, JD standing worriedly beside him.

“Where’s Mr. Larabee?” Standish asked as he stepped up next to Wilmington.

“What’s happened?” Sanchez and Jackson asked as they joined the tiny group standing by their leaders truck.

“Chris’s missing.” Vin said simply.

“What do you mean missing?” Buck asked his eyes darting around the yard.

“Missing, Buck, I woke up this morning and had a feeling something was wrong. I came out here and found Chris’s truck, driver’s door wide open and his gun sitting on the seat.” Tanner explained.

“Mr. Larabee would never leave his weapon in such a conspicuous place.” Standish said softly.

“I know.” Tanner said.

“What else is there, Vin?” Sanchez asked.

“There’s some helicopter tracks on the lawn there.” Vin explained as he pointed out the obvious markings. He reached into his pocket as his phone began to ring. “Tanner,” he said and listened to the anxious female voice on the other end. “I’ll call you back, Mary.” Vin said as he hung up and put the phone back in its place.

“What’s wrong, Vin?” Jackson asked worriedly.

“That was Mary Travis. She said to turn the TV on and listen to the CNN news broadcast.” he said as he hurried towards the house. He opened the door and hurried inside. Police officers were in abundance, looking for any evidence of Larabee’s whereabouts. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV just as the announcer began speaking.

“Let’s go to Rebecca Martin, on the scene live.” the man Vin vaguely remembered from earlier broadcast said. “Rebecca, can you tell us what’s going on?”

“Tom, it’s hard to hear you but we now know that the militant group leader, Benjamin Nadine, has said that he’s holding a traitor and plans on keeping him alive for the moment. He says this man turned him into his government.”

“Who is the unfortunate man?”

“Hold on I have his dossier. Says here he was an ex-Seal. Here’s his picture.”

The firms’ agents stood before the large screen TV, stunned faces staring at the picture that accompanied the broadcasters voice.

The leader of this group of militants says that he will eventually kill Chris Larabee but he has plans to make an example out of him.”

“The poor man.” Tom said as the images on the screen faded to be replaced by the CNN logo.

“Chris.” JD said softly.

“Damn, Son, what did you do to piss this guy off?” Sanchez’s soft voice asked.

“At least we now have a place to start. Why don’t we retire back to headquarters and see what we can dig up on this enemy of Mr. Larabee.” Standish suggested.

“Let’s do that.” Vin Tanner said as he tore his gaze from the now blank TV screen. “I’ll get you outta there, Cowboy.” he vowed as he silently followed the others from the house.


He knew something was wrong but couldn’t quite put his hand on it. ‘Too soft,’ he thought as his body reveled in the satin-velvet luxury. He buried his face in the softness of the down filled pillow and wondered where he was. He knew it wasn’t his own bed but he relaxed against the unfamiliar softness.

“Wake up, Darling.” Allycia Marseilles said, her voice soft and eerily sensuous to his fog bound ears.

Slowly he forced his heavy lids to open and he smiled at the beautiful woman kneeling beside the bed. “Hmm, where am I.” he asked sleepily. Suddenly the fog lifted and the terror of being unable to move slammed back into his mind. His hand snapped out and grabbed the woman by the wrist. “Who the hell are you?” he asked as he swiftly came off the bed, unmindful of his near naked attire.

“You’re hurting me, Chris.” Allycia pouted petulantly.

“I’m gonna do a lot more than that if you don’t answer my questions. Who are you and why am I here?” he yelled as he tightened his grip on her wrists.

“You will release my daughter immediately, Mr. Larabee.” Marseilles’s angry voice ordered.

In one swift move Chris turned her body and snaked his arm around the woman’s neck, “Not till I get some answers.” he said, coldly squeezing the delicate neck.

“Your questions will be answered when you release Allycia.” Marseilles said as his anger soared.

“Who the hell are you people?” Chris snarled, the vein pounding at his temple, eyes glaring green daggers.

“Let her go and I will explain everything to you.” Marseilles said as he watched his daughter’s frightened face. He signaled behind him and three men entered the room, one staying beside him as the other two flanked the captive.

Chris recognized one of men as the man who’d given him the shots. “I can snap her head before you get close enough to use your damned needles.” he said, eyes only for Charles Shale.

“I told you he was dangerous, Francois.” Shale whispered to the older man.

“Get my daughter away from him.” Marseilles ordered.

“Come near me and I’ll kill her. I’m leaving here now! You’d better have a car outside in five minutes or she’s dead.” Chris ordered.

“You won’t get far.” Marseilles said as his daughter continued to struggle in the man’s arms.

“Far enough.” Larabee said. “Now get that car out front.”

“May I suggest you look out the window, Mr. Larabee?” Shale suggested.

Chris heard the confidence in the man’s voice and slowly pulled his fighting captive towards the window. He kept his arm tight around her neck as he finally reached his destination. “Don’t try anything.” he ordered and glanced through the heavily iron barred windows. He gasped as he saw the water, the armed men, and the heavily patrolled docks.

“Welcome to Paradesia, Mr. Larabee.” Marseilles said.

“Paradesia?” Chris asked as he turned his full attention back on the other men.

“My own private Island. It is impenetrable and inescapable. Now release my daughter.” he ordered.

“I want a boat.” Chris said still holding the struggling woman. He began to relax his hold a bit as her struggles weakened, immediately regretting his decision as she lifted her heeled foot and brought it down on the centre of his bare foot. Chris bit back a cry as he fought to regain control of his captive. With his attention diverted Shale and the other men were able to regain control of the situation.

“Oh, Daddy.” Allycia cried as she hurried to her father’s waiting arms. She rubbed her hand over her tender neck as she watched two men force Larabee back on the bed. A syringe once more appeared in Shale’s hand and he depressed it into the struggling man’s arm. It wasn’t long before the struggles ceased and the man lay still.

“That was a stupid thing to do, Allycia. I warned you not to come in here till one of us was with you. You could have died so easily.” Marseilles told his trembling daughter.

“I know, Daddy, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” she cried.

Marseilles lifted her chin and wiped her tears away. “Next time make sure you wait, OK?”

“Yes, Daddy.” she smiled the smile that never ceased to melt his heart.

“Why?” Chris’s soft voice came from the bed where Charles Shale was taking his pulse.

“She wants you.” Shale told him as he placed the limp hand back on the bed.

“What did you give me?” Chris asked as he tried to move his heavy limbs.

“It’s a sedative. You’ll know what’s going on around you but you won’t be able to do anything about it. It’s something I’ve discovered while working for Francois and we’ve found it to be a wonderful way to keep guests in line.”

“Can I see him now, Daddy?”

“Is it safe for her, Charles?” Marseilles asked.

“He can’t do anything to her. His body probably feels like it’s made of lead right now. I just want to check his foot.” Shale said as he gently prodded the bruised flesh. Finally he stood back and smiled down at the man on the bed. “You’re lucky. She didn’t break anything but you’ll have trouble walking for awhile.” he said.

“Then let’s go finish our talk. Martin, you and Willy stay with her.” Marseille ordered.

“Yes, Sir.” the two men answered simultaneously.

Allycia made her way to the bed and sat on the end. She could see the beaded sweat on his forehead and gently wiped the moisture away. “Oh, Chris, why’d you have to make me hurt you?” she asked.

Chris looked into the woman’s eyes and was instantly taken back to the day he’d first seen them. He knew where he’d seen those eyes before and he wished he’d have paid more attention to the cold feelings they’d evoked.

“I knew you’d be mine from the moment I saw you in that restaurant. That woman you were with doesn’t deserve you. She’d never love you like I can.” she said as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m not yours.” he told her.

“Maybe not yet but you will be.” she told him.

“Never.” he said confidently.

“I have lots of time to make you mine, Christopher. As a matter of fact I have all the time in the world. You will not be leaving this Island.” she laughed, sending chills down Chris’s spine.

The feeling of helplessness returned and he wanted to scream and lash out. His arms stayed by his sides, his legs remained unmoving, his body betrayed him and there was nothing he could do about it. “I’ll find a way.” he said softly.

“You’ll try, Christopher, but you’ll find I’m very determined when it comes to my property.”

“I’m not your property!”

“Oh, yes you are and you will learn to enjoy being a kept man. Charles has so many drugs he can use to make you behave. He’ll do whatever I ask him to.” she said as she wiped the sweat soaked blonde hair from his forehead.

He hated the touch and strained to move away from it but his body remained unmovable. Anger flared in his eyes as he looked at the woman who’d decided he’d be the object of her unwanted attention. “Don’t touch me!” he snarled.

She laughed as she leaned over and kissed his lips. “Get used to it, Christopher, I’ll be touching you from now on. Actually I’ll be the only one touching you for the rest of your life.” she said.

Vin, you’d better find me soon,’ he thought as she lay down beside him on the large four-poster bed.


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