Valerie J. Long - Lioness' Legacy VI - Threat
Dies ist der sechste Teil der
Erbe-Serie.
She may be nude, but she’s never unarmed.
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Lioness' Legacy VI - Threat (Zoe Lionheart Book 17)
In her own eyes, Jo deserved a few days of luxurious vacation on the Côte d’Azur. Moreover, a little gambling should improve her funding. She hadn’t expected to encounter a sore loser. Even less had she expected the appearance of a new special unit of organized crime that quite soon could become a threat to her plans. To stay ahead of her opponents, she must enter the ZONE again, and this time she can’t expect to escape from there unhurt.
Excerpt
“Hello, Dimitri!”
The addressed had found a spot in the green with a view on the casino entrance. Now he flinched, thereby lost the support of the tree he had been leaning on, and stumbled two steps to the side with little elegance before he regained his balance.
“What?” he uttered. “You!”
With a grin, I turned and walked away. Dimitri hurried after me, caught up with me after a few steps, and firmly grabbed my arm.
“Hey!” I protested, turned once around under his arm, and thus forced him to release me.
He stared at me angrily, tried to grab me once more, but I backed off swiftly. “Hands off! Looking, not touching, clear?”
Of the three requests, he only observed the second—he looked at my skimpy shorts and the strapless top. Two times more I dodged his attempts, then he reached under his jacket with one hand. “Wait, slut!”
That was the cue for my retreat. Gravel sprayed away under my flat soles, behind me another curse sounded, and then I heard his steps quickly following me.
Such a
Catch me if you can could be funny, only he had a gun and little reservations about using it. Behind me, it barked once, twice, and the hot lead chirped close past me.
I doubled over into the bushes, crossed over the fence with its rusty iron thorns and dashed across the street. Dimitri served another shot after me, and then he had to climb.
To not shake him off right away, I feigned short breath. Soon he was after me, shot again, and I saved myself with a jump behind a corner.
So the hunt continued, inevitably leading downhill and thus toward the sea, where I only had the choice of which direction I’d follow along the harbor. I opted for the way toward the harbor master—and thereby toward Fjodor’s yacht—and lured Dimitri further after me.
He shot again—the bang was reflected by the buildings and rang far over the yachts of the rich and beautiful. This surely was the last sound desired to be heard here. It caused a lot of attention, and not only with Fjodor’s guards. But they couldn’t miss my approach either, and they could guess just as easily as I, what their boss would do with them if they simply let me pass the mooring. So they tried to cut off my way.
That had an advantage, too—Dimitri no longer shot, at least not currently, in order not to hit his guards. I pretended to not have noticed the three yet, as only this way was it plausible to continue running their way, and made a terrified face only at the last moment.
The only way out now led over the extended stairs of a neighboring yacht, and I took this way without hesitation. Behind the dark and mirroring windows, I could see the shapes of people who didn’t dare to come on deck, and who quickly ducked their heads when the first pistol round left an ugly spiderweb pattern in the would-be bulletproof glass.
Only a heavy caliber could cause such damage, and such a caliber would hurt me despite my armor, I computed, so it was better to avoid any hit. While the next shots rang, this time from several guns, I jumped into the water.
Then, one of the bullets painfully grazed my heel.
Ouch!
