His Lass Wears Tartan by Kathleen Shaputis

Author:Kathleen Shaputis [Shaputis, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: F+W Media
Published: 2016-06-19T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Standing in the middle of the bridge, Bruce watched the wooden door close behind Rogue, blocking the last gleam of the light from the kitchen. His body ached at being separated from her; his heart screamed her name. He visualized her damp skin under him in the stable—such a rush of delicious wonder and tenderness filled his soul. The few town girls he’d dated seemed almost nonchalant during their time in bed. How could he know Rogue was still a virgin?

With a long sigh in the cooled darkness, Bruce headed for his van with a lightness in his step. As he walked up to the cluster of trees where he always parked, Bruce’s body suddenly slammed against the driver’s door, his head cracking against the window. A fist crashed into his jaw before he’d caught his breath, snapping his head to the side.

“What the ...”

“She was supposed to be with me tonight, you worthless peasant. How dare you interfere with my plans?”

Bruce threw his right fist without success in the general area of his attacker. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t focus thanks to his grogginess from the vicious sucker punch.

“You pathetic delivery boy.” A second punch split Bruce’s lip, splattering blood on the side panel of the truck. “She’s mine, you skirted piece of crap. How dare you take her to bed?” A powerful blow into Bruce’s midsection doubled him over. “Her millions aren’t good enough for the likes of you.”

The attacker brought his knee up, shoving both hands on the back of Bruce’s head at the same time, shattering his nose. As Bruce slid to the ground, he watched a pointed boot aim for his throat. Jonathan. And what little consciousness existed disappeared into blackness.

The next thing Bruce noticed was damp dirt near his eye. He didn’t hear anything other than Jonathan’s heavy breathing; this late at night, no one from the castle would see his crumpled body. Bruce focused on getting air through his bruised throat quickly swelling shut. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs.

The man dragged his limp body toward the back of the truck. Jonathan dropped him again in a moist puddle of mud as he opened the back doors then pulled the limp top half of him into the truck. He thought he saw his tools and empty crates inside the dark opening, but his eyes wouldn’t focus. He heard Jonathan grunt and felt him fling the other half of him onto the cold flooring before slamming the doors shut.

A lightness filled Bruce’s head, and he began rising up over the top of the truck. He couldn’t tell if the lump of his body below was breathing, but he watched Jonathan look around him. Bruce felt no emotion or angst. What was happening? Why could he see Jonathan jump into the driver’s seat?

The van backed up as rain started falling and made a sharp turn away from the driveway. A few drops became dozens as the taillights shrank into tiny red specs.

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