Rhythms of Love: You Sang to Me \ Beats of My Heart by Beverly Jenkins & Elaine Overton

Rhythms of Love: You Sang to Me \ Beats of My Heart by Beverly Jenkins & Elaine Overton

Author:Beverly Jenkins & Elaine Overton [Jenkins, Beverly & Overton, Elaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781426855276
Google: NcnbUZBgpGEC
Publisher: Kimani Press
Published: 2010-05-01T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 2

Tristan had never been so afraid in his life as he stared down the barrel of the small pistol. It was nothing like he’d been told, where your life was supposed to flash before your eyes. How could anything flash before your eyes when they were totally focused on the wide, dark cylinder of a handgun?

The young man on the other end of the gun watched him with a hawklike intensity and looked only too eager to pull the trigger. Meanwhile, two other thugs were rummaging through his luggage nearby.

Tristan stood silently, trying not to show fear while he was being held captive in the men’s bathroom of Grand Central Terminal. The fourth thug, who was playing lookout at the door, began to make wild gestures.

“Hurry up! Hurry up! Security is headed this way!”

“Just grab everything!” one of the rummaging thugs said to the other as he scooped up two of Tristan’s tote bags, now with clothes hanging out the ends. The other thug grabbed up the other two bags while the teen holding the gun on him narrowed his eyes as if he were considering shooting him.

“Come on, man!” The other two thugs were long gone and the lookout was calling to the one holding the gun. “Let’s get out of here!”

With that final warning, he disappeared through the door and the one holding the gun continued to stare at Tristan a moment longer before he finally rushed out the door, as well.

It had only been a matter of minutes since Tristan had collected his bags from the train and entered this bathroom but it felt like a lifetime.

He looked down at his hands to see they were still shaking. The young man holding the gun could not have been more than seventeen—maybe eighteen at the most, but the look in his eyes told Tristan he’d killed before and would kill again.

He hadn’t seen them, not at all. He’d been so involved in getting his luggage and finding a hotel that he was not paying attention to his surroundings and all four had followed him into the bathroom.

In the back of his mind he wondered what would’ve happened if security had not been actively patrolling the area. He reached down and touched the side of his loafer where he always kept five hundred bucks for emergencies. The kind of emergencies he’d considered were a lost wallet or being locked out of his home or car, not anything like this.

He took a deep breath to pull himself together and turned to face the mirror. “Welcome to the big city,” he told his reflection. And what a way to start. As much as he hated to admit it, Tracy’s words seemed to be an omen. That town is going to eat you alive.

He looked away from the man in the mirror, feeling more than just a little mortified by the recent events. A thousand questions were racing through his brain. Should he have fought back? Were there even any bullets



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