"It's all here, cheri," informed Annette happily. "Five-hundred-thousand dollars! Mon Dieu! I'll bet mon pere has turned blue with rage." She ran to where he sat and threw herself onto his lap, her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. "Where are we going from here, lover? A thousand, thousand miles away, I hope."
"That far anyway," Shannon replied with a grin. "But not before I get a bit of loving from you two to show your appreciation."
"Mmmmmmmm," Annette purred, kissing him once more.
Madeleine came and joined them, sitting her lush full buttocks on the arm of the chair and slipping her arm around his neck. She said: "How long do we stay here, cheri?"
"We'll leave sometime tonight. The storm should be over then," he said.
"But there'll be fog," Annette warned. "There's always fog on the water after a storm like this one."
"Maybe… but I think we can make it all right with the compass…"
A loud throaty bark of warning from Launcelot caused Shannon to jerk erect. At first, he thought the wind had blown open the heavy door, until he saw the two of them burst through the entrance with leveled guns in hand, both of them crouched forward like something left over from a cheap monster movie in their skin-diving outfits. But the expressions on their faces advised differently, and from that point he never had a moment's doubt what was going on.
Both of the girls screamed and Launcelot charged them. There was an explosion and the big animal went down like a bolting rhino, blood pouring from his head. Again, Annette screamed, rushing to the side of the fallen animal while the one with the still smoking revolver said in French: "Don't anyone even breathe, eh? Just stay right where you are or you're dead!"
The big dog whimpered to Annette's touch, tried to move but couldn't. Frantically, she examined the wound to the crown of his massive head and saw that the bullet hadn't penetrated, but had grazed deep and painfully. "My baby… my baby," she sobbed. "Don't try to move… lay still, mon cher… you hear? Lay still…" Then, slowly she raised her eyes to the two weirdly garbed intruders, sensing the contorted expression of hate that twisted her own slender face. "You bastards!" she spat. "You filthy bastards…!"
"Sorry, Ma'm'selle," the taller one said emptily. "He came at me… nothing else I could do."
Annette fought to control herself, her brain racing wildly. She'd recognized them; they were her father's enforcers, two of the three men, she was certain, who had murdered Ginny Novak… Axel and McShea, by names, both ugly and brutal men. In her peripheral vision she saw Madeleine backed across the room near the table where the money lay in neat piles, and Shannon standing beside the chair with his hands raised high. My God, was this how it was all going to end? Launcelot was dying… and that was the fate both Shannon and Madeleine could look forward to now… and she could do nothing to help them.
She said: "I-It's about time you got here. What in hell took you so long? Was pere too busy to spare me the time?"
The tall one called Axel pulled off his skintight head covering, then grinned hollow-faced. "It took time, Ma'm'selle. Your father had to figure out a plan. Not a bad one, eh? We waited with aqua lungs below the surface of the water. When this punk took the bag we hooked onto his boat and let him pull us along behind…"
Shannon felt the void in his belly growing. The one Godamned thing that had never crossed his mind… someone below the surface. He'd been too occupied with what was happening on top of the water. Beautiful… and that's what made a crumb like Larreau the biggest crumb in the cake… Christ!
"This is all of them… just these two?" McShea, a broad, heavy man with powerful shoulders, ruddy face, thick lips and a bulbous nose questioned.
Annette nodded, her brain continuing to whirl. Dear God, her beautiful Launcelot was dying… dying! Well… she wouldn't have to worry about leaving him behind any longer, would she?
"Did they harm you?" asked McShea.
"No. They treated me well," she managed as she continued to soothe Launcelot with stroking hand.
Axel said: "See if he's got a gun, McShea."
McShea moved in on Shannon. "Turn around, punk," he ordered, to which, Shannon responded and he found the gun. Then, he walked to Madeleine's cowering form and ordered her to do the same. Twice, he ran his hands over her voluptuous, if, cringing body, lewdly squeezing and patting her soft full curves as he laughed salaciously. "The cunt's okay," he said, taking a long, greedy look at the piled currency on the table.
"Tie him," ordered Axel. "Tie the punk into the chair until I decide how we're going to handle this. This storm's going to be with us for awhile… might just as well enjoy it, eh?"
McShea grinned his agreement. He'd brought a length of rope with him, evidently anticipating their every move, Annette decided. They'd planned it well… and she was beginning to get the feeling that her father wasn't aware of all their intentions. She said: "Does pere know I'm here… on this island, I mean?"
Axel eyed her levelly through evil, lead-hued orbs. "He hasn't the faintest, Ma'm'selle… and this is a hell of a big lake, eh? The best he can do is sit and wait for us to contact him… which we have no intentions of doing." He grinned humorlessly. "As a matter of fact, we've got other plans, sweetheart… other plans entirely…"
"I smell a doublecross," grunted Shannon who was already bound painfully into the chair, the circulation in his arms and legs almost completely cut off. "So… now you're going to grab the loot and run, is that it?"
McShea straightened from his task, stepped back and lashed Shannon brutally across the face, splitting his lip and causing the blood to spurt. Annette winced, but held herself, while Madeleine rushed to his side.
"Damn you!" Madeleine screamed, clawing at McShea's ugly face, but it was a futile gesture. Grinning, the powerful man twisted her about, clamping one arm around her waist and clutching one full soft breast brutally with the other, raising a cry of pain from her throat.
"You know what, cunt?" he hissed vilely into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you… along with a few other things, and right here in front of your boyfriend. Now, what do you think of that?"
Madeleine stopped fighting, her eyes fixed on her Shannon's bleeding and swollen mouth, even as the horrible meaning of her tormentors filthy words registered. God, she didn't care about herself, but Shannon…
Annette bit her lower-lip, forced a smile and slowly got to her feet. She said: "Go ahead, McShea… I'd like to watch that myself."
Abruptly, Madeleine turned her head to stare with disbelief at the unusual twisted smile contorting Annette's slender, attractive face. Mother of God! Was she losing her wits? It couldn't be true… Annette was actually prodding this foul brute into raping her… and right there before Shannon's helpless eyes…!
"Hey, baby… maybe you're all right after all," Axel said, a lecherous, hollow-cheeked grin coming into evidence. "Well, you heard her, McShea… skin off that rubber suit and give us a show, eh? Meantime, sweetheart here can mix us a couple of drinks," he added, reaching out and drawing Annette willingly in close to him.
She looked up into his skull-shaped face and smiled sensuously. "What about us?" she teased. "You and me, Axel…? You know, I think we could make it just fine together… especially with all that money, cheri… eh?"
Shannon watched the licentious expression of lust leap into the gaunt, ugly one's eyes and the way he licked at his dry, knife-like lips. His own brain was churning hazily from McShea's stunning blow. Christ! Was she acting… or serious… ready to throw in with the winning side regardless of who it was? Godamn… hadn't he wondered that all along? She was a shrewd one… with a brain like a computer and the morals of an alley-cat… She was selling them out! He watched in semi-shock as Axel placed both hands onto the cheeks of her round little ass and hauled her to him, kissing her hungrily. Her arms went up around his neck and she ground her pelvis against him. The little bitch!