(1986) Wild Orchids by Karen Robards

Author:Karen Robards [Robards, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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beside her, his pale blue eyes cold as he reached down to grab her arm and haul her to her feet. Lora shivered and closed her eyes with revulsion as his hands ran over her, slowly and with obvious relish. She thought of herself worrying about him, and wished with more venom than she had known she was capable of that he had died in the crash. The feel of his hands on her made her want to vomit… But finally it was over, and he was stepping away from her and bending over Tunafish while she shuddered.

"Now, boss!" The yell was Tunafish's, and after that things happened with lightning swiftness.

DiAngelo cursed and fell to the floor, helped by a sudden sweep of Tunafish's splinted leg. Max dived at Minelli just as his attention was distracted for that split second by Tunafish's shout and DiAngelo's fall.

The force of Max's body bore Minelli to the floor and sent the gun flying. While those two wrestled, Tunafish and DiAngelo were grappling for the gun that DiAngelo had dropped. Lora screamed, then screamed again in automatic reaction. None of the men paid her the least attention. But even as she screamed her eyes were on Minelli's gun. It had skittered across the cabin to come to rest under the rear pair of seats. She darted for it, scrabbling under the seats to get it. When her hand closed for it—

gingerly!—she turned back to survey the fray. DiAngelo had the other pistol in his hands now, and Tunafish was forcing him to keep it pointed toward the ceiling. Max and Minelli had death grips on one another's throats.

"I've got a gun," she called clearly. She might as well not have spoken as the men continued their fight.

Hesitating, she looked down at the ugly black weapon in her hand. What did she do now? She wasn't about to fire the damned thing— she'd undoubtedly hit either everyone or no one. Then she saw DiAngelo lift his foot and kick down hard into Tunafish's broken leg. Tunafish screamed, DiAngelo snatched at the pistol—and Lora pointed the hated gun skyward and, with a muttered prayer, pulled the trigger.

A deafening blast of gunfire brought all four men's eyes darting around as the noise made her wince and screw up her eyes. As they saw the gun in her hand—it kept spitting out bullets, and Lora realized that she still had her finger on the trigger—all four men, friends and foes alike, hit the dirt. Bullets tore through the metal fuselage over her head, and one whistled alarmingly close to her ear. She had forgotten about the possibility of ricochets…

"For God's sake, let up on the trigger, Lora!" As Max's voice called to her with almost comical dismay, Minelli was on his feet and running toward the hole. Max dived for his legs, but missed, cursing as he hit his shoulder on the metal frame of a seat.

Gun in hand, Lora watched Minelli disappear from sight.

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