Page 11 of Dare You to Catch Me
My feet start to come off the ground as his grip gets tighter and tighter around my throat. He stares me in the eyes. “You're lucky, I can't kill you, but I was never told I can't hurt you.”
I swing my leg out, connecting with his groin, making him loosen his grip, allowing me to slip out of his hand. Air rushes into my lungs.
“You fucking bitch.” He scolds.
Seeing my gun by his foot, waiting for my chance.
“I'm not after your car, I'm after you Princess.”
My eyes shoot up to his. “Who sent you?”
“Don't worry sweetheart, you'll meet your new King soon enough.”
“No, I don't think I will.” I launch myself at my gun, but his foot connects with my stomach, throwing me back. Curling into myself, gasping for air that was just kicked from my lungs.
“You're a fighter, the Sicilian King will be pleased to hear that.” He taunts me.
Luca Costa.
My father and Ryan's biggest enemy, I should have known this day would come.
A gunshot echos out, and the man falls to the ground in front of me, his face lying next to mine, eyes open as the blood from the bullet hole seeps from his head.
“EMMA!” Ace roars my name from his mouth as he runs around the back of my car, finding me lying on the ground curled into a ball, clenching my aching stomach.
“Emma. Are you alright?”
I look up and meet his worried gaze, but behind the layer of worry,there is a darkness to them. “They're not after my car Ace, they're after me.”
HOURS LATER
My eyes flutter open in my unfamiliar surroundings, as everything from tonight floods my mind.
I'm alone in this unfamiliar room, remembering bits and pieces the more I wake. I sit up, a hiss slithers from my tongue with the pain in my stomach. I always feared that one day, the Sicilian King would come for me. An enemy to my family, hoped that it wouldn't but now it has.
Gathering my strength I stand up and walk for the door, when a deep voice sounds out. “Where are you going?” I turn around and Ace stands from the chair in the corner, emerging from the shadows. “Where am I?”
“My place, you don't recognize it?”
I look around, realizing in fact we are in the West side Penthouse, the Hotel and Casino that was signed over to be run by Ace. “I guess I do now, butwhy am I here?”
ACE
I've been watching her since she collapsed on the warehouse floor but not before she told me the Sicilian King, Luca is after her.
Emma is of age to be claimed and this isn't going to stop. I don't think she has any idea what is about to happen to her happy little world, but as I look into her green eyes, a feeling washes over me, something primal, possessive. Needing her to understand this marriage has to happen.
“It doesn't matter why I brought you here, Emma. But we need to fucking talk about earlier.”
“No! I'm not getting married, Ace!”
“Why?”
“Because I'm not. I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else.”
“Your father will force this on you.” I remind her, because he will, whether she likes it or not.
“Fuck my father!” Her mouth is moving 100mph, ranting and raving about her father and how he has treated her, which causesmy blood to boil, but I can't stand this little rant anymore. Taking a long stride closer to her I reach my arm out and grab her by the back of the neck, her eyes widen but I don't wait. My hungry lips crash against hers, the silence in the room is deafening, the air around us, charged, so fucking charged. She melts into my lips, almost like she's been wanting this with the little moan that vibrates my lips. My fingers entangle in her hair, pulling her head back making her lips easier to access when I shove my tongue down her throat.
