Page 68 of The Rainbow Recipe
“Go with Pris,” Evie whispered, shoving one little body toward the far door.
She didn’t linger to see if they obeyed. The woman shouting was considerably taller and heavier than Evie, but that’s why she had taken martial arts training as a teen. She hated being bullied.
As the woman hurried to stop her, Evie slammed the back door. Finally able to release her mounting rage, she waited for her opponent to reach her—Rhonda. Evie let her close the gap before she kicked high with all the fury in her, connecting hard with a soft belly. With a gasp, Vincent’s mistress dropped to the ground, probably more in shock than pain. In an instant, she was scrambling to her hands and knees, cursing.
Along with her extra six inches and thirty pounds, Rhonda came loaded with spike heels that could do serious damage. Fearing Pris and those babes depended on her ancient training, Evie went for the less dramatic move this time. While Rhonda tried to push up, Evie stomped the clerk’s fingers into the gravel. Once she had her pinned, she released her wrath in a swift chop to the back of Rhonda’s neck. It hurt like crazy, but Rhonda flattened.
In Evie’s head, KK screamed a war cry.
The men finally noticed the commotion. Shouting, the shorter, stouter passenger Evie assumed was Vincent turned and hurried back.
Just as he reached the front of the limo, he jerked abruptly, flailed, and smacked face first into the car’s hood.
In colors of fury and revenge, KK swirled around him, creating a tornado of rocks and shells. He howled and slid sideways along the polished surface.
From his hiding place on the far side of the limo, Dante pushed up on the cane he must have used to cause Vincent’s stumble. Smart man. With only one stable leg, swinging a fist might have unbalanced him. But now that Vincent was staggering, Dante could steady himself on the hood and plow a massive blow into the other man’s jaw. Despite the hurricane of flying debris, the punch was powerful enough to send KK’s father flying backward and skidding through the gravel.
When the older man tried to struggle to his feet, Dante whacked him with the cane. The cane inexplicably clicked, and Vincent shrieked.
The overhead security light glinted on a bit of silver. A blade? Dante had figured out granddaddy’s sword cane!
Figuring he had his enemy in hand, Evie kept her foot on Rhonda and glanced over at the driver. He smartly held up his hands and backed away.
The tornado of shell and gravel that was KK didn’t go after him. Instead, she swooped back to batter Rhonda. Evie had to stomp Rhonda’s other hand to prevent her from fleeing. A quick glance verified that Pris and the twins were safely out of sight in the truck. Amazed that her cousin wasn’t peeling out of the lot, Evie assumed she was putting her mental whammies on Vincent and Rhonda, because they stayed down. Or maybe Vincent feared Dante would cut his throat.
At Jax’s shout, Evie returned her wandering attention to the BMW. He had one of the men in a wrestling hold—but the other appeared to be escaping for the car.
Stop the murdering bastardKK clearly cried, at least in Evie’s head. Having no idea who the murdering bastard was, Evie abandoned Rhonda to rush toward Jax.
Before she could reach him, he easily flipped the square-jawed bodyguard to the ground. Evie was prepared to attack the limo driver if he tried to interfere, but keeping his hands raised, he seemed to be shaking his head in as much confusion as she felt.
“Matthew, get out of here!” Vincent shouted from beneath Dante’s wicked cane. “Nick, stop them instead of standing there like a blithering idiot!”
In an attitude of defiance, the driver returned his hands to his side and shoved them into his pockets. “Not my circus, Vincent. I’m not seeing Lucia here looking for her kids.”
“Nick, if that’s you,” Jax cried, leaving the bodyguard on the ground to lunge after Matthew, “Stop Rhonda from stealing the limo.”
Oops, she’d been heading for Jax and the BMW. Evie glanced back. Rhonda was in the limo’s driver’s seat, looking frantic.
Standing in the parking lot between the two vehicles, Nick jingled a key ring. Rhonda couldn’t get far.
KK’s tornado of wrath slammed into the escaping Matthew before Jax reached him. Caught by the inexplicable hurricane force, Vincent’s son shrieked, spun, and slammed into the side of the car.
He killed herthe ghost screamed.
He killed her and left her bones to rot!
Oh dear. KK was finally speaking. Evie turned to Dante, still holding Vincent at cane point and watching in disbelief as Matthew writhed under an invisible force. “KK is telling me that Matt killedher, notme.I’m guessing that doesn’t mean he killed KK butLucia?”
“I did nothing,” Matt screamed as he ducked and hunkered against the car, attempting to evade the tornado’s fury.
Unmoving, Jax kept an eye on the fallen bodyguard, while Evie hovered, not knowing how to stop a ghost from whaling the tar out of a killer.
“She fell. I swear, she fell!” Matt shouted as a particularly large rock bounced off his skull.
“Don’t say anything, son,” Vincent shouted as both a security van and a police SUV squealed into the parking lot. “Don’t say anything!”
Evie sighed in relief. Backup wouldn’t help with a furious ghost, but they could protect the twins.
