Too Close for Comfort by Eve Gaddy

Author:Eve Gaddy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2015-10-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Marissa hit the garage level button of the hospital elevator and sagged wearily against the back wall. Just as the doors closed, a man jumped inside and shoved something into the center of her chest. She looked down to see the barrel of a gun lodged between her breasts. Her gaze lifted to Juju Jerome’s face.

He wore pale green scrubs, a white lab coat, a surgical cap and an expression of satanic glee. “Gotcha,” he said, his smile glinting maliciously.

After twenty-four hours of being on call, nineteen of them spent on her feet, Marissa was almost too tired to comprehend what had happened. Almost. Fear roiled in the pit of her belly as Jerome began to stroke the gun lovingly across and around each of her breasts.

“Let’s go for a ride, pretty lady. In that little black car you like so much.” He slid the gun underneath her scrub top and T-shirt, trailing it over bare skin.

Cold, so cold. Death would be cold, she thought, like the gun.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said softly, his voice chilling, hypnotic. “Watching you and waiting to get you alone. No cops, pretty lady, just you and me.” With the gun barrel he slowly inched her clothes upward, baring her skin to his gaze.

She forced words out, praying he wouldn’t realize how terrified she was. “Why?” she asked him. “Roth is dead.”

“Phoenix isn’t.” The doors slid open. His hand closed tightly around her upper arm, forcing her to walk with him toward her car. “Neither is Corelli.” He smacked his lips and smiled at her. “Revenge tastes sweet. You’ll taste even better.”

Fear choked her. So he wouldn’t kill her quickly. He meant to drag it out, make her suffer, make her plead for her life. Too soon, they reached her car. Jerome made her open the passenger door and shoved her in, forcing her to crawl over the gearshift to the driver’s side.

“Start the car. We’re goin’ on a magic carpet ride.” He laughed, filling the car with evil.

Maybe the malevolent, self-satisfied laugh did it. Or the feel of icy metallic death gliding lasciviously over her body—death personified. It might have been the knowledge that she had nothing to lose. Whatever triggered it, something broke the spell of fatal lassitude, the fog invading her mind.

Not by a flicker of her eyes did she betray the welcome change, the flooding resurgence of her wits and will to live. She placed her hand on the stickshift. Power, the perfect weapon, cradled in the palm of her hand.

Jerome removed the gun from her side and smiled again when she cranked the engine. “That’s it, blondie. Ready for a good time?”

Surprise, Jerome. She jammed the car into reverse, backed out of her space, shot down the ramp and accelerated into the turn before he could even begin to react. Jerome yelled, screamed, but she ignored him for the moment, concentrating on her driving. Thank God, the garage was nearly empty. Innocent bystanders would slow her down, and she meant to give Juju Jerome the ride of his destructive life.

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