I’ve been compiling my tweets about my character who is on the run and her hot friend Connor who is trying to help her. escape. Thought I would put them all in one place. Enjoy!
“Let me take you to my place for a drink, sweetheart.”
She looked up from her father’s coffin and her heart hammered. His goons guarded every exit. Her father’s death was a set-up. A ruse to lure her back here-to his domain.
She swallowed hard. I need to escape.
His hair came to a widow’s peak over his onyx eyes, reminding her of the vampire movies she used to watch with her father. She looked away, back to the casket.
Then it came to her. “I’ll have a drink. Just let me powder my nose.”
“Sure doll.”
She turned on the faucets and fan as if to cover the bad smells. Her father had just been the gardener-a simple man saving up to send her to school.
She sent a text to Conor: I NEED YOU.
Why the hell did I wear a skirt, she thought gazing at the window.
The blood stained her sleeve vermillion. She ignored the pain from the cut and sprinted into the darkness. I should have known Giovanni’s concern for my father and me wasn’t altruistic. Now father is dead. I need to get out of town.
No reply from Connor.
The city came into view as she emerged from the woods. Sapphire, vermillion, emerald and gold lights twinkled in the distance. Giovanni ruled it all, she would find no safe haven in his city. She looked back toward the cemetery and the church.
I have to try.
She felt sanguine as the woman cleaned the wound on her arm. She’d been lucky to find this cottage on the border of the city. Her phone buzzed as she took another sip of the warm soup the woman had poured.
CONNOR GET OUT OF THAT FARMHOUSE NOW-ITS A TRAP
Her head spun as she rose to her feet. The woman clutched at the border of the table cloth with her gnarled hands, weathered eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, I had to. Giovanni-” She didn’t stay to hear her defense. She bolted for the door.
She snatched a set of keys on her way out the door and climbed in the rusty ford covered in dust in the drive way. Belts screeching in protest as it clunked to life, she pointed it to the county border. It was better than nothing. CONNOR: I’M ON MY WAY
The car bellowed smoke, giving one last shudder before coasting to a stop next to a concrete barrier. She tapped her fingers against the cracked vinyl, temples throbbing. The sign in the dying headlights read: THE RENEGADE DEITY No other choice
She sifted through the bowl of curry, the Renegade Deity’s special for the night. Her heart nearly stopped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. A strange duality. Connor was a ruthless assassin, but she’d never felt such love.
Connor curled his arm around her. “I don’t know what game Gio is playing, but we’ll get you out of town—out of this mess”
“You know that my father is dead?”
He clutched her closer, “WHAT?”
The door chimed as a party of 4 entered.
Connor was the only thing keeping her hope from descending into a tailspin. She recognized the party of men dressed in black as Gio’s thugs from the funeral parlor.
“We don’t want a quarrel with you, we’re just here to collect Gio’s girl” Tony told Connor
Her fingers curled around the gun Connor slipped her under the table.
“Don’t be stubborn, Doll,” Tony said.
“For my father,” she said as she stomped past the fallen collection party.
Connor tossed a wad of cash to the waitress.
“Sorry for the mess.”
The drove in silence all the way back to his safe house. In between shifting the gears on the Porsche he clutched her hand in his.
As soon as the door closed, their passion erupted like a volcanic explosion. Connor pressed her against the wall, plundering her mouth. She shamelessly explored his body with her hands.
He pulled back, caressing her face, “I’ll never let Gio hurt you.”
She kept her legs shamelessly draped around his hips. Connor tangled his free hand in her hair, pressing his lips to her temple. “So what happened to your father—when?” he asked.
“I don’t know. They claimed it was an accident.”
“I know them-it wasn’t”
She let her head collapse against his chest as she took deep breaths, struggling to control her emotions. “Giovanni killed my father to lure me back here-an innocent old man who never hurt anyone.” Connor continued to stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. “It’s okay.”
“I never imagined Giovanni would become so evil, Connor. We all grew up together. Even though I was just the gardener’s daughter, his father included us at their parties—treated us like family.
“Power corrupts,” Connor said. “We need to get you out of his reach.”
He kissed her again before getting out of bed. The low light filtering through the window cast shadows on his lean muscled body as he moved around the room, getting dressed.
“Giovanni is Rodrigo’s favorite son, but his power is still nascent. He’s overstepped his bounds,” Connor said. “Stay here. I’m going to find out what Rodrigo knows about your father. He loved him as I did. He has no tolerance for treachery.