A Little Harmless Fantasy(76)

She was trapped.

“Your boyfriends let you walk down the hall by yourself,” he said, the sneer in his voice easy to hear. There was a slight accent, one that sounded almost Irish, but not quite. It sounded as if he were trying to disguise it. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribs. She drew in as much air as she could and then let it out. The stench of his breath, along with cologne and a healthy dose of sweat filled her senses. She felt bile rise in her throat.

He pulled her arm up wrenching it behind her back. It hurt so much tears burned the back of her eyes.

“I think I might like to have a piece of McAllister and O’Brian’s woman before I kill her. An eye for an eye.”

Fear doubled as he pulled her away from the wall. They were near the back exit, the kind that led to the alley behind the mall. IF he had a car out there, he would get her out of there without anyone knowing. She struggled knowing that if he took her anywhere, it could be deadly. He slammed her head against the cement wall. Stars formed in front of her eyes. Warm blood trickled down from her forehead. He pulled her arm tighter behind her. Maura was surprised he didn’t break it. She sucked in a deep breath as pain radiated down from her shoulder. Her fingers were tingling.

“Bitch, you want to live, you might want to start cooperating.”

He was dragging her down the hall and she refused this. She would not let this bastard take her out of there without a fight. She kicked back with her legs, connecting with his shin the third time.

“Bloody bitch,” he said, his accent coming through more. Voices sounded down the hallway and she knew this might be her only chance for escape. She threw her head back smacking it against his forehead.

“Fucking hell.”

He loosened his hold on her as a gaggle of teens came down the hall. Their chatter echoed. She stumbled forward, losing her balance and landing on her knees and hand. She didn’t give the bastard another chance. Ignoring the way her stomach roiled and the blurred vision, she rushed headlong into the group of kids. She didn’t look behind her and ran to the food court.

Maura ignored the strange looks. She knew she must have looked a mess. The moment Rory and Zeke saw her, they were out of their chairs and running through the milling crowd to reach her. She fell into Zeke’s arms.

“What the fuck happened?” Rory yelled.

“Some guy attacked me when I came out of the bathroom.”

Zeke led her to a chair and gently helped her sit. She raised her hand to push her hair out of her face and realized it was shaking. Her stomach quivered.

“Hey, hey,” Zeke said. She looked up at him and realized her vision was still blurred. Shit, she was crying. In public. She drew in a deep breath trying to control the tears, but that seemed to make her cry harder.

He pulled her up out of the seat and into his arms. As his warmth surrounded her, she was comforted by the familiar scent of his cologne.

She realized then that the mall cops had appeared and Rory was talking to them and leading them down the hall.

“Did you recognize him?” Zeke asked.

She shook her head. “No. He was disguising his voice too.”

“Disguising it?”

“He had an accent, like yours and Rory’s. I’m sure of it. But he was trying to make it American.”

He pulled back from her and stared down at her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded again her stomach turning over as her head started to pound. “And if he was trying to do that it means only one thing.”

“He knows you,” Zeke said.

She swallowed, still fighting the bile that almost overtook again. “And you and Rory. He mentioned you. It means the bastard knows us all.”





Chapter Seventeen





Zeke tied the back of Maura’s hospital gown for her then helped her sit on the bed. His fingers were shaking from the anger he was trying to suppress.

“I told you I didn’t need to see a doctor,” Maura said for the fifth time in as many minutes.

“And apparently, I’m ignoring you.”

She gave him an irritated look and he realized he had snapped at her. It was the best he could do. He glanced at their lover and as he had been since they talked to the mall cops, Rory said nothing. He stood as a guard by the door, stoic as he had been since they got to Queen’s Medical Center. Zeke knew that he was blaming himself for what happened. It wasn’t their fault, but he did understand why Rory felt that way. Maura was a tough woman, but the thought that someone had attacked her so brazenly in the middle of the day in a crowded mall was alarming.

The door opened and Rome Carino walked in. Rory went on alert. It was easy to see why he would be. Rome Carino reeked of deadly force. Even when he wasn’t on the job as an HPD homicide detective he looked ready to kill.