Hard Up: A Military Mafia Romance by Vivian Wood

Author:Vivian Wood [Wood, Vivian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-05T18:30:00+00:00

Now she had to wonder: which was better? Being expected to go out, or to stay in and study?

The only answer she had was to bury herself in her books.

15

Vi opened her eyes, blinking to orient herself in the dark.

Where was she? Oh yeah, the safe house.

The details of the safe house bedroom came back; she’d passed out in here after a whole day wasted on silly daytime television. Thank God the house came loaded with some snacks, unlike Callum’s place.

Headlights splashed against the house, then went dark. She had no idea what time Callum should be home, if he was ever coming home; she was still pissed at him.

Pissed or not, she still got a bad vibe when the front door opened but no lights came on. She listened carefully for a few seconds, then heard an unfamiliar voice whisper, “Go that way.”

A strange man’s voice…

Shit.

Vi sunk to her knees on the far side of the bed. The underside of the bed was sparsely used, barely anything kept under there. If someone looked under the bed, she was easy enough to find.

Footsteps drummed down the hall. They were tearing something apart in the next room, though she was certain that hers was the next target.

Thinking quickly, she pushed her suitcase out of view and then grabbed a blanket. She rolled herself up in it and tried to make the most inhuman shape she could think of.

The tearing sound stopped, and footsteps advanced toward her room.

The click of a gun startled her as she huddled beneath the bed.

“What?” one said. “Man, put that thing down. You’re gun happy, motherfucker.”

“Shit. I’m just paranoid. The damn Irish and their bombs…”

She began to tremble as she imagined the intruders finding her, dragging her away. Or worse, killing her right here.

She heard them open the closet, and begin digging and tearing inside.

It went on and on, with Vi afraid of discovery every second.

Finally, the tearing sound stopped.

“All right, let’s get it,” said the voice again.

“One, two, three…” said another voice.

Vi carefully measured her breaths. Each one was painfully slow, even when they started tearing. There was nothing for her to do but wait and pray that they could be done soon.

“I got it,” one of the guys said.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

And then there were receding footsteps, and the sound of a car driving away…

But what if they left one guy behind? What if…

The what ifs kept her under that bed for almost an hour, shaking and cowering anew. Blinded, she was certain that if she made any noise, the men would know she was there…

She had a particularly frightening vision that not only would they find her, but they knew about the blood on her hands.

“Viola?” came a distant voice. “Shit. Viola?”

Callum.

Viola could have wept at the sound of his voice alone. She struggled to get out of her little blanket hideaway, pushing out from beneath the bed.

And into the line of sight of a very perplexed Callum.

“Callum!” she cried, throwing herself in his arms. “Oh, Callum…”

She dissolved into a puddle of tears, allowing herself to fall apart.

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