Positano, Italy

When Sara returned to her room, she worked fast to unpin her brown hair, letting what part that wasn't being held together by hairspray fall down her back. She took out her diamond earrings, placing them carefully on the dresser as she slipped off her heels. Lastly, she unzipped the back of the gown, letting it fall around her in a ring as she stepped out of the fabric. She picked it up, tossing it on top of the garment bag that was still on the bed. Moving into the bathroom, Sara carefully peeled off the tape holding her breasts. Turning to the shower behind her, she turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up. Once the temperature was to her liking, she slid her underwear down her legs, stepped out under the water, moaning as it hit her chilled flesh, and began washing off the makeup and hairspray from her hair. It felt refreshing not to have all that gunk on her, but as her hands, lathered with soap, moved over her body, she thought back to Rafe Adler and how the man had been so eager to touch her. How he made his intentions to fuck her evident. If she'd given him the chance, he would have taken her back to his hotel or whatever manor he was renting, taken her up against a wall, on a desk or maybe even the bed. Sara bit her lip as she thought about how her toes would curl as he fucked her, how she would moan breathily into his ear as her hands would grip his perfectly slicked-back hair and dishevel those dark locks.

Sara sighed as her hand founds its way between her legs, moving between her folds and rubbing gently at the swollen nub with a single finger. Her thoughts were filled with Rafe, with what the man would do to her. She wondered if he'd pin her down and force her legs open as he thrust against her, his hands bruising her thighs hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips ground against her hand, her free hand moving to her breasts to tease the flesh and pinch at the hardness of her nipples. The heat of the water was almost numbing on her enflamed flesh. Sara came with a silent moan as her head threw itself back and her eyes squeezed shut. Her hand had to leave her breast as she needed steady herself against the tiled wall of the shower, her legs becoming weak as her body worked itself through the climax. Sara swallowed hard as her breathing tried to calm down. As the high of her orgasm left her, the guilt set in. Sara cursed herself for thinking of Rafe in such a matter and letting his flirtatious charm get to her. She stood for a few minutes longer under the heat before finally turning the water off with a groan and stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom, pulling a towel tightly around her form.

"Get it together, Sara." She mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror as she leaned against the vanity counter. She was still seething. It wasn't meant to turn out like this. Sara had allowed herself to flirt with men in the past as a way to entertain herself, but now, she had gotten off fantasising about a man who would kill her brothers without a second thought. Rafe wanted Henry Avery's treasure. He was obsessed, having spent thousands and the last fifteen years of his life digging up a part of Scotland to find it. Some would think he was entitled to it because of how much he had devoted his life to searching for it. If it were anyone else who was his competition, Sara would gladly step aside and let the rich boy have it, but no, it had to be her brothers, and there was no going back as far as Samuel was concerned. Without that treasure, her idiotic older brother was a dead man.

A faint knocking on her bathroom door pulled her from her musings, Nathan's voice on the other side calling out to her. "Sara? You in there?"

Sara sighed, running a hand through her wet hair. "Yeah. Give me a minute. My clothes are in my room. She listened as Nathan left her room, shutting the partition door separating her from her brothers. Sara rubbed down her body with the towel from around her, taking extra care when she cleaned the moisture from between her legs, still aroused from her shower activities. She roughly towel-dried her hair, trying to dry it out as much as possible before she stepped out of the bathroom and opened her duffle bag that had been by the foot of her bed, pulling out a clean pair of underwear, socks and bra, sweatpants, and a loose t-shirt. She dressed quickly and tried her damp hair back into a loose bun.

She entered her brother's room through the partition door and found the men sitting around a table, jackets and ties removed, each with a glass of whiskey in hand from the minibar. Sullivan and Nathan raised his glass to her in greeting while Samuel looked over her body, nodding approvingly now that she wasn't wearing the revealing dress.

"Well, look who decided to show yourself," Nathan stated dryly, sipping his whiskey as he lunged back on his chair. "Thought we'd have to open it up without you."

Sara rolled her eyes, sitting down opposite Nathan, Sullivan on her right and Samuel on her left. Nathan poured her a glass and slid it to her, which she took eagerly, slamming the liquid back, trying to calm the guilt that was still bubbling in her core. It was too soon after what she'd done to face her brothers. Way too soon. Her brothers raised a brow at the action while Sullivan chuckled behind his glass. Hopefully, they thought it was nothing more than a reaction to the stressful evening. The crucifix lay in the centre of the table. Sara picked it up and examined it, looking for something to open the artifact. "I don't see a latch or anything. Seems to be fully sealed."

Samuel placed his glass on the table and took the cross from his sister. "I hope I don't go to hell for this." He mumbled, slamming a hammer down on the top of the cross before Sar could react.

"What the hell, Sam! That was a three-hundred-year-old relic!" She scolded him, watching him as he looked inside it.

"Shit…" Samuel swore, frowning. "It's empty." He looked up, his green eyes traversing those at the table.

"What?!" Nathan asked, leaning closer to his brother, holding out a hand to take the cross.

A large grin broke out over Samuel's face as he held the cross upside down, shaking its contents onto the table.

"Fucking hell, Sam," Sara punched his arm hard, making the large man hiss and swear at her. "I'll use that hammer on you next."

"Such an asshole." Nathan leaned back in his chair, Samuel's antics making him roll his eyes.

Sullivan leaned over the table, shaking his head as his eyes moved between the two brothers. "He's your brother." They all admired the small aged parchment that fell out of the cross, rolled and sealed with a wax seal. "All right, skull and crossbones. Very good sign."

"That's Avery's insignia…" Samuel breathed as everyone leaned in, watching as Samuel broke the seal carefully with his thumb. He unravelled the parchment, using his hands to hold it open for everyone to see. "What is this? Ah….'Hodie mecum eris in Paradiso'."

"Today you will join me in Paradise." Nathan and Sara spoke the translation together, smiling at one another.

"It's what Jesus said to Saint Dismas on the Cross, but…" Samuel thought aloud, leaning in closer over the parchment, thank full for his days of youth at a Catholic orphanage, his knowledge of the Bible and Latin coming in handy. "What about these numbers here? What do you make of this?" Samuel rotated the parchment to Nathan, allowing his brother to get a better look.

"Some kind of code? Or a phone number?" Sullivan pondered, looking over it.

"Yes, because 1600s pirates were all into that texting," Sara stated sarcastically, earning a snort from her brothers. "It's a tombstone." She leaned back, pouring herself another shot of whiskey. Samuel's head snapped to her. The man's confusion was clear as day on his face.

"Sara's right," Nathan commented. "1659. The date of Avery's birth. And 1699…"

"Lemme guess, the year he died?" Sullivan asked, looking from Nathan to Sara, noticing her smug smile.

Samuel turned the parchment back to himself, looking over it again. "Still don't see how it's a tombstone."

Sara signed, slamming her drink down. "The shape of the image, Sam. It was a common shape that tombstones were craved into in Scotland a hundred years ago, plus the dates. It's a tombstone, which means we need his grave."

Nathan groaned. "It's at Saint Dismas' Cathedral." Everyone seemed to swear at the realisation of what this meant. The next step in finding the treasure was in Scotland, on land that Rafe Adler owed. They were in for a shitshow. Sara's stomach lurched again at the thoughts of Rafe. She never wanted to run into that man again.

"Hasn't Rafe been scouring that site for ages already?" Sullivan leaned back, watching Nathan rush into Sara's room, rifling through her back until he found what he was looking for. Their mother's journal. Nathan hadn't touched it in fifteen years since he was with Rafe in Scotland.

"Yeah, the cathedral!" He yelled from Sara's room, walking back to the group with the journal in hand. He leaned over his sister as she opened it, searching until he found the entry he had been looking for. Nathan pulled out a folded paper, unravelling it and laid it on the table with the parchment and journal. It was a map of Saint Dismas' Cathedral. Nathan began pointing at the main building. "Here's the cathedral. But the graveyard…" His fingers moved to the far bottom right of the map. "Is way over here."

Samuel laughed. "Rafe's been focusing on the wrong area."

"Exactly," Nathan smirked, moving to return to his seat.

"Guys," Samuel looked around the table. "We're going to Scotland."

"All right, all right. Wait up…" Sullivan put down his glass, edging it towards Sara and the bottle, his way of asking her to top it up for him, which she complied to. "You do realise that Rafe know's you're coming?"

"Yeah," Nathan shrugged, picking up the map and parchment and folding them up to store safely in the journal. "We can deal with that when we get there."

Sara sighed, sliding the now full glass back towards Sullivan. "Famous last words, Nate…"

"That psycho would like nothing better than for you to show up." Sullivan began to lecture, his protective nature kicking in. Sara felt her tighten into a frown, the guilt peaking again. Yes, Rafe was a psycho out to kill her brother, not some man worthy of having between her legs for a night of carnal pleasure. "Plus, he's got Nadine and her whole army to back him up!"

"Yeah, but he doesn't have this!" Nathan shook the journal at Sullivan, referencing the parchment secured safely inside of it. "The biggest pirate treasure of all time is within our grasp."

Sullivan sighed, gesturing to Samuel with his lit cigar. "I thought this was about saving Sam."

"It is! But come on, it's both, right? We need the treasure so we can save Sam." Nathan tried to convince his old friend, but Sullivan wondered if the man was trying to convince himself more.

Sullivan sighed again. "How is Elena cool with all this?"

"He didn't tell her. She thinks he is working for Jameson in Malaysia." Sara folded her arms, glaring somewhat softly at Nathan as his mouth opened like a fish, trying to think of a response.

"Oh, Jesus, kid." Sullivan slammed back his drink, disappointed in Nathan. Sullivan had been the best man at Nathan's wedding and good friends with the couple for years, Elena like a daughter to him. The old man wanted to smack the boy upside the head. Hard. The two of them began to argue over whether it would be the right idea for Nathan to tell his wife, believing she wouldn't understand the matter at hand. Nathan didn't want to disappoint her. He gave up everything to fulfil a promise of a normal life with her, and now, he was breaking it to go off treasure hunting again.

"Nathan," Samuel cleared his throat, interrupting the disagreement. "He's right. Things have changed. Rafe's involved now, and… I can do this without you. Really."

Sara frowned as she watched Nathan pull out his phone while listening to their brother. "Well, great. Thank you both for your input." Nathan bit, standing to move out onto the balcony with his phone, calling Elena. The three of them sat around the table, continuing to nurse their drinks while they did their best to ignore Nathan's conversation with Elena through the glass doors.

Samuel had picked up on the looks Sullivan was sending him now that Nathan was out of the room. "Something on your mind, dear?" His tone was sarcastic as he addressed the old man.

"Look, " Sullivan sighed, his eyes dropping as he thought about what to say. "I realise it couldn't have been easy all those years away. And I'm sorry for what happened to you." He looked up, the men making eye contact. "But it's not his fault," Sullivan gestured to Nathan, who was pacing on the balcony as he talked to Elena. Samuel pursed his lips at Sullivan's comment, not approving of the remark. "Took a long time for him to get out of this game."

Samuel's face grew more serious under the accusations. "You see a gun to his head? He chose this."

"No," Sara bit, glaring at her big brother. "He blames himself for your death. He feels guilt over living his life while you were alone for fifteen fucking years. Then you show up with a sniper rifle pointed at you set to fire in three months. That's the fucking gun you put to his head, Sam." Sara seethed, making the man look away from her, not wanting to meet her gaze. Sullivan smiled at Sara, proud of how she stood up for Nathan. "I can reach out to my contacts, see if I can do something to stop Hector—"

"No!" Samuel cut her off, his eyes wide on her now. When he noticed the strange look his sister sent him, he cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze again. "I don't want him tracking me down. Or getting to you and Nate!" Samuel retorted fast. Sullivan and Sara shared a look but didn't comment. The tension ended when Nathan reentered, ending his phone call with Elena. He still hadn't told her the truth, only that the trip would take a few weeks longer, which wasn't a lie.

"Well," Sullivan sighed for the umpteenth time that night after listening to Nathan beg him for his keeping his brother alive. The older man scowled as he looked at Samuel, Sara assumed for a moment that the man would back out, but he surprised her by agreeing. "I do hear that the weather is particularly fine in Scotland this time of year." He poured himself another drink, raising it to the table. The Morgan siblings raised their own glasses, silent cheers spoken between them as all four slammed back their glasses.

Saint Dismas' Cathedral - Fife, Scotland

Within two days of the events in Positano, Italy, the team successfully managed to arrange transport, with the aid of Sullivan's seaplane, to arrive in the county of Fife, Scotland. While they had arranged lodging at a small inn a few hours away in a small seaport town, Saint Dismas' Cathedral was their target. The siblings had managed to free-climb up the southern cliff facing without the aid of a climbing hook, despite each of them having one on their person. Sara was glad that with all the stories Nathan shared with her, she had decided to take up rock climbing on the off chance that she would one day join him on one of his adventures. Both of her brothers had been impressed with her skill, while Nathan did know of her dalliances with rock climbing. The three of them had dressed for the weather and environment, as the weather around them was cold, with snow littering the ground. Samuel and Sara stood ahead of Nathan, admiring the ruins of the Cathedral in the distance as Nathan stood behind them, double-checking the map of the area in his hands.

"Well," Samuel sighed, watching dirt and dust rise in the distance, the faint sound of rumble echoing through the valley. "Rafe's really going all in, isn't he?"

"Well, they're all concentrated around the cathedral, so that's good…" Nathan commented, pocking the map and stepping forward with his binoculars to get a better look.

Sara's head snapped to her brother. "What is good about this? They are destroying a nearly four-hundred-year-old cathedral!"

Samuel rolled his eyes. "We can head straight to the graveyard while they're busy blowing up some old ruins."

"It's history, Samuel!" She snapped, taking a few threatening strides towards her eldest brother. The man raised his hands in defence, trying to calm his sister.

Nathan ignored his siblings as they began to bicker, turning back to face the way they came and pulling out the radio that had been attached to his belt. "Sully." Nathan waited for the man to respond from his seaplane, which was currently parked in the bay below. "Hey, listen, we're good to go here."

"Okay, kid. Happy hunting."

"Last chance to come with." Nathan offered, a smile playing on his lips, somewhat hopeful that his old friend would join him.

"Yeah, well, unless you can find me an escalator, I think I'll pass."

Nathan laughed at his friend's joke. Victor Sullivan was a man in his late sixties now, and adventuring tended to be a younger man's game. "All right. We'll see you in a few."

"Hey, Nate…just…" Nathan listened as Sullivan struggled to speak, knowing that Sullivan just wanted him to be safe. "Ah, just bring me back something shiny, will ya?"

"That's the plan." Nathan finally ended the call, returning the radio to his belt. When he turned back around, he found Samuel doubling over, gripping his stomach and coughing hard, while his sister, Sara, stood above Samuel, hands gripped tightly into a fist. It only took Nathan a second to realise that Sara had punched their brother in the stomach. "Really, Sara?" He sighed, stepping towards the warring siblings.

Sara moved her glare from Samuel to Nathan. "He started it." Nathan just blinked at her before shaking his head, not wanting to get hit by her fists of fury.

"You okay, Sam?" Nathan approached his brother, patting the man lightly on the back. "Besides rock climbing, our sister also took some self-defence classes."

"Bit late for that warning…" Samuel wheezed, trying to straighten himself up. "Shall we just go pay our respects to Captain Avery, huh?" The boys started moving ahead, but Nathan stopped when he noticed Sara wasn't following.

"Sara?" He asked, unsure of what she was planning. Samuel stopped, turning around to see what was happening between his siblings.

She sighed, crossing her arms. She looked away briefly, trying to think of what to say. Her gaze moved back to Nathan when he said her name again, moving closer to her. "I'm not going with you."

Nathan scoffed, brows raised as he stared at her. "What?"

"I said I'm not going with you guys to the graveyard," Sara repeated in more detail. Nathan and Samuel shared a look before they stared back at their baby sister. She sighed again. "You guys can handle the graveyard, just the two of you, but I will sneak into the cathedral and gather some information."

"That's way too dangerous!" Samuel took steps towards her, his voice rising. Nathan voiced his agreement with his brother. Neither of them wanted their sister to walk into the lion's den to risk her life just to gather some intel on the competition. They really didn't want her going anywhere near that place.

"Someone needs to. We need to understand what they know. And I'm the smallest of us, meaning I can get around without getting as easily caught compared to you guys." Sara glared at the boys. They had no inside information on Rafe and his operation, about how far he was to the treasure and what he knew about it. Getting that intel would give them the upper hand, as having Rafe's information on top of their own would put them in the lead. Nathan nodded, understanding his sister's point of view.

But Samuel wasn't convinced. "And what if you're captured? Or worse, killed?!"

Sara smirked, shrugging. "With how much Rafe wanted to fuck me back in Italy, I think I'll be fine." Both the boys groaned, looking away from Sara in disgust. Neither man wanted to think about Rafe wanting to sleep with their sister, and Sara bringing it up brought those thoughts to the surface, more so for Samuel, who got to witness first-hand at the auction Rafe's desire with how handsy the man got with Sara.

"Fucking hell, Sara." Samuel doubled over, almost dry heaving from the thought. "I don't want to remember how he had his hands all over you."

"It was one hand, Sam." Sara laughed, enjoying how much Samuel was suffering at that moment. Even Nathan seemed to find it somewhat humorous as a smirk played on his lips. "I'll keep you updated." She gestured to the radio hanging off her own belt. Sara began walking up the hill, moving towards the path leading directly to the cathedral, waving over her shoulder at her brothers. Nathan shook his head, watching her go. He patted his brother on the back, Samuel still trying to regain his composure after thinking about Rafe and his sister being intimate. Sara stopped when she reached the top of the hill, turning to watch her brothers vanish down the mountain as they made their trek towards the graveyard. She stayed for a bit looking, a frown making its way onto her face when she heard the eventual sounds of gunfire in the distance. With her brothers, the danger was always just around the corner. She sighed, making her way towards the cathedral, staying off the main path and moving between the coverage of large rocks and boulders. She was close to the cathedral ruins when she heard the voices of two men talking. Sara crouched down low, sneaking between the massive stones as she neared them. She listened in as they complained about everything, from their job to Nadine and Rafe being assholes to the food they ate this morning. They also complained about having to play scout rather than getting to blow up the ruins. That last comment made Sara scowl. She peeked over the rock she was hiding behind, noticing their backs were to her as they talked. She smiled as she got an idea, noticing how one of the men was close in size to herself. The perfect opportunity.

She waited for the men to split up as the larger one had to take a piss. She crept behind the smaller man, launching herself upwards, gripping his neck in one arm as she created pressure with the other, cutting off his air. He struggled in her grasp as she moved backwards, knocking him off his feet and dragging him back towards the rocks where she had been hiding. It wasn't long until he was unconscious in her grip, letting his body fall softly into the snow. She quickly undressed him, replacing her clothes with the man's uniform. It was a tad large on her, but no one would look twice at her. Taking the red cap off his head, she shoved her brown hair into it and used it to hide her long hair. She also had the man's gun and radio, which would be useful if needed.

Sara drugged the body and her discarded clothes into a large bush, hiding them from sight. She had to move carefully when the large guard returned, not finding his companion where he had left him. The large man began swearing, yelling out for his friend, but soon gave up after getting no response, commenting that his lazy friend had wandered off. Sara just rolled her eyes at it, focusing on moving past him and sneaking into the cathedral. As Sara arrived in the ruins, she had to contain herself and not get excited about the historical location. Angling her hat down further over her eyes, Sara moved through the ruins past guards, the men lugging around crates full of dynamite, which would explain the cause of explosions she and her siblings had noticed from afar. It truly irked the historian in her that the idiots would risk destroying such a rich cultural site just for the off chance they would find some gold.

Sara paused when she heard Rafe, his usually smooth voice now agitated, as he yelled at some of Nadine's soldiers. She spotted him up ahead, shoving his way past guards. Sara's brows tensed as she watched him. Wherever Rafe was, there was the chance there would be the intel she needed. Swallowing hard, Sara followed him, keeping her distance as she watched him enter a room blocked off by two heavy-set doors. Sara watched as another man left and went past her, the soldier not even paying her any mind. She was thankful for that. She moved closer to the door, picking up a clipboard off a nearby crate, pretending to read as she leaned on the wall next to the door listening in to the conversation taking place inside. Nadine and Rafe were arguing. Their disagreement sounded more like a marital spat. She tried not to snort at the situation.

The pair were discussing the damage that Nadine's men were doing to the cathedral as they looked for the treasure, that their extent in exploring was leaving nothing but rubble for Rafe to sort through, not allowing the man to gain more insight to investigate as to where the treasure's location could be. Sara had been briefly happy when she heard Rafe's annoyance at the damage, but that quickly left as it came on when he mentioned that treasure. It seems the only one who cared about the historical significance of this place was her. Nadine was quick to defend her men's action, having her own retorts that seemed to anger Rafe more, as after the woman left, the sounds of Rafe throwing objects around the room could be heard. When Rafe slammed the door open and stormed off, Sara took the opportunity to slip inside and noticed papers strewn around and even a broken glass that had been thrown at a wall shattered on the ground. Nathan was certainly right when he mentioned that Rafe had anger issues. Sara sighed as she kicked the glass aside, picked up the papers, and placed them back on the table as she began to pool through them. She unhooked the radio from her belt that connected her to Nathan.

"Nate, you there?" Sara waited for her brother to respond as she reviewed the documents.

"Sara? You okay?" Nathan asked over the line. Sara smiled when she heard his voice.

"I'm good." She answered. "I made it inside without incident, looking over notes in some command centre now."

"Won't get caught?"

She snorted. "Nadine and Rafe just left after having a marital spat."

Nathan chuckled on the other side of the radio. "Yeah, Sam and I heard it. We're currently in the catacombs below. Samuel had another dry heave when Nadine mentioned how Rafe was all over you at the Rossi Estate." Sara laughed hard at the last comment.

"Are you boys keeping safe now?"

"Yeah. You better too."

Sara chuckled. "I should go, can't take too long and risk getting caught. Take care, Nathan."

"And you."

Sara clicked the radio off, storing it back on her hip as she looked over a large map of the cathedral and its grounds. It had been marked where they had previously dug, noting the failed excavations. Most of the grounds had been blown up, except for the graveyard, which Nathan had been correct in it being untouched. They had only started digging more around the cathedral in the last month, showing just how desperate Rafe and Nadine were becoming. After fifteen years of searching, it would be understandable for Rafe to react in such a way. It possibly didn't help now that Nathan and Samuel were back in his life searching for it too.

When Sara heard the door squeak open behind her, it was too late. Sara spun around, her green eyes landing on Rafe. She couldn't help the swear that left her mouth as Rafe's eyes hardened, a dark glare setting in as he looked at her form. He slowly let the door slam shut behind him, manoeuvring a wooden latch in place to lock the doors.

"Who are you?" He gritted through clenched teeth, taking purposeful strides towards her. Sara reached for the pistol strapped to her belt but wasn't fast enough. Rafe gripped both her wrists in his hands and slammed her back against the table, her hat being thrown off in the movement, letting her long brown strands fall free around her head. Rafe's eyes widened momentarily as he stared at the woman now trapped beneath him, her arms secured up against her head. "Sara?"

"Hello, Rafe." She breathed, trying to ignore the pain she felt in her back from hitting the heavy wooden table.

His glare returned as he leaned down close to her, their faces mere centimetres from one another. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking in the scenery? I told you I'm a huge history buff." She rasped, grunting in pain when he squeezed her wrists harder. "Scotland is just so beautiful this time of year too…" Rafe grunted at her remark, hoisting her back to her feet but still keeping her trapped between her and the table. He forced her around, her back to him as he placed her palms down on the table surface.

"Don't move." He gritted into her ear, his voice so deep and wonderful that it caused a beautiful chill to roll down her spine. Sara forced her eyes closed as she felt the shift behind her as Rafe crunched down, patting the inside of her legs, working his way up from her ankles to her hips, before his hands moved to her inner legs. She bit her lips to repress the moan that was stuck at the back of her throat as his hands moved higher towards her core, her mind rolling back to her shower after the auction. Rafe raised to his full height behind her as his hands found her buttock, squeezing the flesh tenderly. His hands travelled to her front, once again skimmy over her core. Her senses were heightened at that moment, swallowing thickly as she heard him run a tongue over his lips by the shell of her ear. As his hands went to her hips, he unclipped the pistol and the two radios, tossing them onto the table out of her reach.

Sara couldn't hold back the gasp as his hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers skimming across her the skin of her belly, slowly rising towards her bust, his hands slipping under her bra and cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds. Sara's head rolled back, a moan spilling out past her parted lips. She could hear Rafe's heavy breathing in her ear, only encouraging her euphoria. His smooth hands continued to massage her breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive and hardened nipples. A groan of disappointment left Sara's mouth as she felt Rafe's hand leave her chest, earning a chuckle from deep within his throat.

He spun her again by her hips, not hesitating to latch his mouth to hers, with her receptive to the kiss. Sara's hands found themselves in his hair, those damn near perfectly gelled back strands, loosening them from the hold that contained them. Rafe groaned against her lips at the ministrations of her fingers on his scalp. With little effort, Sara was lifted onto the table. Rafe stationed himself deliciously between her spread legs, pushing her back onto the table so he was on top of her again, pinning her under his body as his lips moved to her neck, nipping and licking, relishing in the sounds he pulled from her sweet lips. One of his hands was under her shirt again, bypassing her bra and massaging her breasts.

"Rafe!" Sara gasped, the hands in his hair tightening. He responded to his name by bringing her lips to his again, pulling her body to the table's edge until his front met her core, her hips grinding up against the hardness she found there. His hand on her hips tried to hold her down, her movements far too stimulating.

"Rafe!"

He furrowed his brows as he heard his name, not fully registering it as a different voice until he heard it again.

"Rafe!"

The man had managed to pull himself from the woman below him, the hand he had under her shirt going for the radio on his belt, growling at the woman on the other end. "Nadine," Rafe spoke her name bitterly, unhappy with her interruptions. His chest moved as he breathed heavily, trying to calm himself and the tightness in his pants, his hazel eyes on Sara as she lay on the table before him, face flushed, her own chest heaving, and her shirt rolled up and exposing the skin on her stomach. He licked his lips at the sight.

"I have the Drake brothers."

A scowl fastly formed on Rafe's face, all hints of lust it once held gone. His eyes locked onto Sara, assuming the woman was a distraction. "Where are you?"

"Below you, the newly opened annex."

"I'm on my way." Rafe didn't take his eyes off Sara, storing his radio back on his belt. He latched onto her wrist again, this time hoisting her up and over to the metal scaffold structure that had been set up on the far side of the room. In an instant, Sara found herself handcuffed to the structure, the cuffs so tight around her wrist she winced. "I'm not sure what you and those Drake boys are planning, but I won't have your little team getting in my way."

Sara watched his retreating form. "I tend to like waiting a bit further into the relationship before getting into BDSM play!" She yelled after him, smirking when she noticed him flinch, knowing that her words got to him in some way, whether good or bad. He had left her in the room alone, and Sara didn't know if he had ordered any of the men to stand guard outside the doors, but she didn't hesitate to act. With her free hand, she reached down her shirt, looking for the small lock pick she had stored in with the metal underwire of her bra, somewhat glad that Rafe hadn't felt it as he enjoyed himself feeling up her body. Pulling the pin out smoothly, she got to work picking the lock on the cuffs, a neat little trick Nathan had taught her years ago, a trick Samuel had taught him. When she heard the faintest sound of a click, she jerked at the cuffs, smiling when her wrist came free. Rafe wouldn't be happy when he returned to find her gone, that's for sure.

She stopped at the table, picking up both radios and the pistol. She began to hear more explosions and gunfire in the distance. She turned on the Shoreline radio, listening as she heard Nadine and other soldiers giving orders. Her brothers successfully escaped from Nadine in the catacombs. Now it was her turn to escape from Saint Dismas' cathedral. Creeping towards the large doors, Sara carefully opened the rotting wood, not wanting to make a sound that could alert whoever could be on the other side. She was surprised to find it empty, with no guard in sight. Either Rafe didn't think she'd escape, or all the men had been called away to go after her brothers. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she bolted, focusing on moving her legs as fast as she could out of the cathedral and not stopping for anyone.

"Sully?" She grabbed her radio, holding it close to her mouth as she ran, eyes darting around for any possible danger as she made it outside, moving fast to the cliffside.

"Hell, kid, where've you been?" The old man scolded.

"Playing secret agent, you still parked in the same place?"

"Yeah?"

"Good, I'm coming at you."

Sullivan didn't get a second to question what she meant when she launched herself off the cliff, making sure to go as straight as possible as she pinned dropped into the water below, Sullivan cursing at her as she hit the water. He reached for her, pulling her into his seaplane. "You're almost as mad as your brother," Sullivan chuckled, shaking his head at her, at least able to find the humour in her actions. "Where is he and good ol' Sam?"

Sara shook her head, moving inside the plane, looking for a blanket or something to wrap herself in, the freezing chill of the water and autumn air killing her bones. "Last I heard, getting shot at." She offered Sullivan the Shoreline radio. Lucky for them, it was waterproof.

Sullivan sighed, looking at the device in her hands. He pulled out his own radio, trying to contact Nathan. After a while of trying, they finally got an answer. Nathan and Samuel were getting shot at, trailing a hoard of Shoreline soldiers after them as they had escaped through a cave system and backtracked best they could to the cliff edge where Sullivan and Sara awaited them. They had heard Nathan yell. The two of them looked outside the small plane door as Nathan, using his grappling hook, launched himself into the sea, Samuel following after. Sullivan moved fast, reaching for his controls to pilot them out of there and away from any possible bullets that could pierce the hull. Sara pulled her brother onboard, jolting back as a bullet ricocheted close to her head. Nathan had shoved her back as he got on board last, moving to close the doors to stop any more incoming hits.

As the two Drake boys situated themselves inside, the plane now flying through the air, free from any danger, Sara was able to pass a blanket to each of her brothers so they could dry off and keep warm.

Nathan took the co-pilot seat beside Sullivan. "That was a close one, huh?"

Sullivan's mouth was a tight line as he shook his head a Nathan. All three Morgan children were reckless idiots. "They shot up my goddamn plane, Nate!"

"At least Nate didn't get this one completely totalled." Sara joked, causing Nathan to glare at her over his shoulder.

Nathan scoffed. "We're fine, thanks." He remarked bitterly. Sara smacked him upside the head from where she took in the cockpit doorway, smirking when he hissed.

"How soon can you get us to Madagascar?" Nathan looked to Sullivan, hoping the old man would agree to the request.

"So, no gold in those catacombs, then?" Sara sighed. Her head turned to Samuel as she felt him nudging her, holding up a single coin, which appeared to be made from copper or bronze. She took it from him, analysing the worn symbols that decorated each side. One looked like a measuring scale, the other a mountain. "A single coin?" She cocked a brow at Samuel, who shrugged at her.

"You think the rest is in Madagascar?" Sullivan asked, sparing a quick glance at the coin she was holding.

"There was a chamber back there with a giant map of Madagascar on the floor, so…yeah, it's probably there." Nathan took the coin from Sara, his own eyes scanning over it.

Sullivan sighed again, looking away from Nathan to focus on piloting the plane. "This is beginning to smell a whole lot like wild goose, kid."

"Look, the treasure was never in Scotland, okay?" Nathan started to explain. Samuel stood up from his seat by the doorway, moving around the plane. Sara watched him, seeing how annoyed her eldest brother was.

"Then what was the point of all that, huh? Of the Saint Dismnas cross?" Samuel bit.

"Look." Nathan tried to continue to explain, glancing back at Samuel, passed Sara's small frame. "It's like I said, I think Avery was recruiting people. The cross was an invitation. The caves were just some sort of…initiation."

"What, like a pirate brotherhood?" Sara tilted her head down at Nathan, watching as he nodded to her question.

"Oh, so we all passed, huh?" Samuel moved up beside Sara, his focus on Sullivan. "Congrats, Victor. We get eye patches and parrots now." Sara elbowed him in the stomach to stop him from teasing Sullivan further. "Can you stop that?!" He yelled at his sister, but she just glared back at him.

Sullivan was confused, not understanding any of it at all. "I don't get it. Why the hell would they go to all that bother just to weed people out?"

"To protect himself," Nathan smirked, watching the horizon as they flew. "Look, Avery was the most wanted man in the world at that time. He had to enlist people that he could trust in order to keep their treasure a secret."

"Whaddya mean, 'their' treasure?" Nathan questioned.

Sara sighed. "The brotherhood's treasure. They would have been pooling everything they had together. They were richer together."

"Yeah," Nathan smiled back at his sister as Samuel sat back down in the seat by the doorway. " I think Avery sent out crosses only to the other wealthy pirates like himself. Pooling their treasure and hiding it."

"That would make the Gunsway haul look like chump change…" Samuel mumbled as the realisation hit him.

Nathan smiled proudly when Sullivan and Samuel understood the point that Nathan and his sister had been making. "Exactly." Sullivan finally laughed, his mood improving. But the question remained, where in Madagascar they needed to go to, seeing as Sullivan was flying them there.

"King's Bay," Samuel commented from his seat. "It was an old pirate haven back in Avery's time." Sullivan wasn't happy with that as an answer. King's Bay was a big place, stretching over 2800km². He needed something more specific. "Well, that map chamber completely caved in, so, you know…"

"You collapsed a historical map chamber?!" Sara's head snapped to her brother.

"Not me! Shoreline!" Samuel raised his hands, trying to prepare for her to hit him again. The three of them turned to Nathan upon hearing him laugh. "What are you laughing about?"

Nathan turned to face all three of them. "The people who survived the caves…the recruits. What's the one thing they would've left with?" He held up the coin for his team to see.

"Looks like the scales of justice. And some kind of mountain?" Sara's brows furrowed as she eyed the coin dancing between Nathan's fingers as her brother seemed to tease her with the old worn metal.

"Volcano," Nathan corrected her, chuckling. Smirking up at her and holding the coin up closer to her. Now that she was getting a second look, it was indeed a volcano. He flicked the coin to her, which she easily caught, the coin now warm from her brother's hands.

"And there's a volcano near King's Bay." Sullivan chuckled. "Which means we need to get a move on!" Sara patted Sullivan's shoulder as he messed with the plane's controls, the airborne vehicle speeding up as the pilot now had a destination.