Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 26 Rescue

The Italian stallion wannabee (more like the Italian gelding) rolled off Alexia grabbing the packet of MS Nazionali cigarettes and the sterling silver Zippo lighter that he had left on the bedside table, he then strode to the window and lit up. He leaned on the windowsill looking out into the cool night. He had decided not to bind her as she now lay compliant on the bed just staring at him.

He turned his head ever so slightly towards her naked form and smiled, "Such a sweet tight...." nothing more came from his lips as a small hole opened in his forehead a single line of blood trickled forth as he crumpled to the floor.

"About bloody time," Alexia whispered as she dragged herself up.

It took time for her to pull on a fresh pair of old jeans, blue work shirt and Redback boots. She then made her way to the top draw of her dresser to retrieve her Sinn-Seanair's world war two dirk dagger, its beautiful symmetrical blades still honed to a razor's edge.

Before opening her bedroom door the light caught on 'Old Faithful' the six foot bull whip Sinn-Seanair had given her as a tenth birthday present.

"Hello Old Friend," she whispered offering the kangaroo hide a loving caress. She collected it before opening the door and started to make her way to the top of the stairs.

She knew where Ignazia was and she was going to..... Her steps froze.

'Fuck' she thought, she didn't have to turn to know there was someone behind her, before she could do anything there was a soft thud, thud and the noise of a body being lowered to the floor.

A black-clad figure moved up behind her a massive arm gently encircling her waist.

"Alexia, we are here." At that moment she could have allowed Oryan Jeffers to just scoop her up and carry her away. But there was a burning need to ensure the safety of her family. She moved out of his arms.

"Alexia to me," he hissed softly.

"I have something I need to finish," she whispered and kept moving to the top of the stairs.

The whispered curse that came from Oryan's lips curled the hairs on the back of her neck, "Damn you woman you will be the death of me."

He tried to get in front of her but she turned and slapped a hard hand to his chest.

"Ignazia has to die or my family will never be safe, I will never get another chance like this, so back the fuck off." He looked at her face even through the bruising he could see that her jaw was set and the determination in her eyes. "You get her men and I will get her," he nodded in acknowledgement.

"And Oryan," she hissed again.

"Yes," he replied.

"Make it fucken hurt." He felt the venom of revenge that was coursing through her.

Oryan suddenly noticed the sweet metallic tinge of blood.

"Where are you?" she did not let him finish.

"Later," she hissed.

Who the hell was this woman, she was no fragile flower she was out for blood and she was more like the seasoned 20-year veteran gunny who had trained him at boot camp.

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It was time for Patch to move in closer she had taken out four men, three from the perimeter and the one that was in Alexia's room. Through the scope she had watched while Oryan had scaled to the second floor of the homestead. She had to admit that the boy really did have a cute arse. She had watched him and six others crawl through the scrub, getting as close to the house as they could without being detected. Only when she was sure they were in position did she start her attack.