Chapter nine
Ziva studied her partners features which were not only shadowed in the room's dawn light, but were now covered with a healthy dose of stubble, too. Tony lay on his back with his naked, hairy legs akimbo, the towels draped haphazardly between them as though they were there just to cover up his modesty.
His chest was bare apart from the dark mass of hair that was liberally covering it and she watched it rise and fall with his even breathing, her own breath hitching as she rode them with an emotion that threatened to strangle her .She could see that he wasn't entirely naked, spotting the neon pink band of his boxer shorts beneath the towel. Ziva threw him an affectionate smile in the dimness, suddenly glad that he wasn't awake to witness her perusal of his surprisingly well toned body.
But then the smile dropped from her features to be replaced by one of worry and regret. Tony was doing so much for her without even realizing just how much danger they were really in. Hadar would not hesitate to kill them both just to get at her and she really did not want to take the chance of losing Tony, too. He meant more to her than she cared to admit and she refused to acknowledge the attraction between them for that very reason. Every man she had loved had died and Tony meant too much to her to risk him, too. She had to leave him behind; she simply had to, for both their sakes.
Ziva quietly picked up the back pack that she had left on the coffee table that was still littered with their late night feast and tip toed towards the front door. She held her breath as she slid the two bolts back softly and grimaced when the catch clicked as she turned it. She stopped and listened but breathed a sigh of relief when it became clear that Tony had not heard it.
She was almost there; almost free. Ziva had never tried to be so quiet in her entire life. She was scared for her own life, but she was absolutely petrified for Tony's. She could not let him down. She simply could not. She would not.
Holding her breath again as she slipped silently through the open door, Ziva toyed with how to close it without a sound. Realizing that there really was no way that she could, she decided to leave it ajar. Not the safest plan in the world, but it was her only way of securing her escape.
So intent on being as quiet as a mouse, Ziva hadn't heard the feint footfall approaching. But she did hear the unmistakable sound of a trigger being cocked behind her and Hadar's quiet voice laced with irksome glee at catching her without much hassle.
"I thought I'd let you have your last night with your boyfriend, Ziva, before I killed you. A pity that you didn't want to spend it with me, but I quite understand, after all, I've enjoyed your body many times already, haven't I, Ziva? Do you think it was as good for him as it had been for me?"
Without bothering to turn around, Ziva murmured, hoping and praying that the man inside was still sleeping, "Actually, Amit, I wouldn't know. You always managed to send me off to sleep whenever you touched me."
Hadar chuckled at the blatant lie and saw it for what it was; pure bluster. For the relatively short time they'd been an item, the pair of them had scorched the sheets. Ziva was a wild lover, but he was even wilder still. They explored 'everything'. When the pair of them had got down and dirty, nothing stopped them, nothing.
And then he'd betrayed her. It hadn't been a major transgression, but it had pissed Ziva off majorly. She'd dumped him quicker than a hot grenade and he hadn't forgiven her, ever, for that, and then had come the humiliation on her final visit home. That she'd pulled a bruising stranglehold in front of ALL his work comrades and had Eli David laughing in his face for it had been the last straw for him. He wanted pay back. He wanted to hurt her.
But first he wanted to humiliate her and the only way he knew how to do that was with what they knew best; wild sex, only this time he was going to take it a step further. He was going to make Ziva hurt as well.
"Well, I'll have to see what I can do about you nodding off. Turn around and put this on."
Reluctantly Ziva twisted her body, spotting the crash helmet in his out-stretched hand and she inwardly moaned. God, no, if he got her onto the motorbike, wherever it was hiding, she was a goner for sure. All she had to do was wake Tony. It hadn't been what she wanted to do, but now she realized that she had no choice. She needed him, more than ever, but how was she going to wake him in time to save her and not get them both killed?
Tbc….
