Free Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) by Suzanne Steele

believed in falling in love but I have always believed in obsession. Whether I liked it or not, I likened love and obsession as being one in the same. In his own fucked up way—Akmal loved me…
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Akmal
    I held her trembling body in my arms against my bare chest with a blanket over her . I didn’t need for her to hate me right now, because I hated myself enough for the both of us.
    I had only agreed to this because I had believed that she would be safer if I were here to watch her. Now the reality set in that she could die believing that I had betrayed her. I didn’t see how she could ever forgive me for doing this and I knew that I would never forgive myself.
    Where were those agents that were supposed to be tracking her every move? This was going into a 72 hour kidnapping and it wasn’t supposed to last 24 hours. I would give them one more day and if they weren’t here by then, I would do what I did best—I would take control of the situation.
    She had no access to a Dr. here and I’d be damned if I was going to let her die of pneumonia. I smoothed her hair as another fit of coughing hit her weakened body. Every cough that escaped her now blue tinted lips racked my body with pain. I literally felt like someone was squeezing my heart from my chest. It was true—I was nothing more than a monster and I destroyed everything that I touched. I would never forgive myself if I ended up being the demise of the only woman that I had ever loved. My hair fell down around my face as I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m so sorry Leila—so very sorry…
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty Four
    Gunshots rang out through the air and I squeezed behind the iron bed and waited. I held Leila in my arms as if our lives depended on it—and they did.
    We would be safer here waiting until there was a body count. I knew what most people don’ t know, that a high percentage of kidnap victims die in the rescue attempt. We had come too far and been through too much to die now. I at least had to have the opportunity to explain to her why I had done this. I looked up as the door flew open revealing Agent Reynolds and felt a wave of relief. “We have to get moving—she is so sick.”
    He grabbed me and ushered us into a waiting ambulance—let the agents deal with the fallout of this mess, I had only one thing on my mind and that was getting this girl to safety.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty Five
    “You have to talk to him. He did what he had to. If you believe that he will ever release you, you are so very mistaken. You don’t know my brother like I do, he is crazy.”
    I leaned against the pillows that she had placed behind my back and eyed her. “I’m very aware of how crazy that your brother is.”
    “Leila, what you aren’t aware of is the power that he has to go along with that crazy streak of his. I have never seen him this obsessed with a woman before. He is never going to let you go.”
    “You can’t just take people and keep them Farah.” I rolled my eyes at the audacity of such a claim.
    “You aren’t in America, our men play by a set of different rules.”
    “Farah this conversation is over, please just bring me some tea and let me rest.”
    I looked up to see Akmal whispering something to Farah as she left.
    He made his way over stretching his long suited legs out and clasping his hands behind his neck as he spoke. “She’s right you know? I have no intentions of releasing you.” He smirked as he spoke again. “She is also right about me being crazy.”
    “You have no authority over me Akmal.”
    “It amuses me that you believe that Leila. You have no idea the amount of authority that I have over you.”
    I reached out taking my tea from Farah and took a drink . “I don’t understand you Akmal. You have a harem of women and yet you insist on the one woman that you can’t