ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Lisa Cartwright
it have to be heights? I hate heights.”
The ledge along the side of the building was only a foot wide. She stepped out into thin air. The view was delightful. She could see all the way to the ocean. She could also see every foot of every floor directly below her. She inched along the ledge, being careful not to step in the bird droppings littering the ledge.
Inside the room, Reynard drew a faint line on a map from Los Angeles down the coast of Mexico to Columbia, out to the Caribbean then back . “We pick up the product in Colombia and make stops in the Bahamas, Bimini then back through the canal and up to these Mexican cities. This is the biggest cargo I have ever heard of. Seventeen tons of heroin. The danger is extreme.”
“Yet, you will do it, will you not?”
“Yes. For that amount of money, I will.”
Emily inched along the wall outside in the open air. The window in the map room was closed. She had to get right next to it to hear.
The wind came up suddenly and blew against her from the side. She leaned and tried to recover. Unfortunately, her flailing arm struck the side of the building and pushed her out into space.
She didn’t hear the window open. She felt a hand grab her arm and rescue her.
Reynard pulled her into the room. “What have we here?”
She looked at his face. It wasn’t the face of the man she loved. It was hard and cold.
He said, “A spy from the police.”
Ernesto said, “Who is she, my friend?”
“My curator.” He ran his hands over her body starting with her neck. “Are you hiding any listening devices or guns, my little girl?” He pressed his hands around and under her breasts then down her chest. She felt him touch the gun in its holster and move on. He was sliding his hands down her hips and legs when he stopped.
Emily had been looking out the window at freedom and safety. When his hands stopped, she looked down. Ernesto held his own gun at the back of Reynard’s neck.
Ernesto said, “My friend, I am not so easily fooled. You agreed to a price far too low to be of any value and agreed to replace the cargo if it were lost. You weren’t going to make that trip were you. You work for the police. Both of you.” He pulled a phone from his back pocket and pressed a number. He said into the phone, “It is as I feared, Raoul. It is a police trap. Bring the car up to the front. I will lead my two captives out to the curb. I may have to kill the others in the house. Don’t worry if you hear loud noises.” He closed the connection and gestured with his pistol. “Up. You will walk ahead of me.”
Reynard got to his feet. He looked at Emily with profound regret. “I’m sorry about this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Ernesto’s voice interrupted them. “Stop. I am not an idiot. You searched the woman. I don’t trust you. Get on your knees.”
Reynard slowly dropped down again.
Emily heard a pistol slide into a holster then felt Ernesto’s hands on her chest. He felt along her ribs then moved around to her front. He immediately clamped on her breasts. Emily thought, “Thank heavens for horny men.” She wriggled as if she were trying to get him to let go. Her twisting and writhing brought her around so that the gun in her holster pointed at Ernesto. She slipped her hand inside her blouse. Without pulling the gun, she put her hand around the grip and pulled the trigger.
The noise in that small room was deafening. Emily wasn’t able to turn enough to hit him in the chest. Her bullet grazed his side and surprised him. She pushed him off his feet and watched him fall.
By the time he landed, she had her gun out and pointed at his head. His hand moved toward his gun. Emily said, “Don’t even think about it.”
Reynard ran around the side and took Ernesto’s gun. He ran to the window. The car that was going to take him and Emily to their death drove away.
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The ledge along the side of the building was only a foot wide. She stepped out into thin air. The view was delightful. She could see all the way to the ocean. She could also see every foot of every floor directly below her. She inched along the ledge, being careful not to step in the bird droppings littering the ledge.
Inside the room, Reynard drew a faint line on a map from Los Angeles down the coast of Mexico to Columbia, out to the Caribbean then back . “We pick up the product in Colombia and make stops in the Bahamas, Bimini then back through the canal and up to these Mexican cities. This is the biggest cargo I have ever heard of. Seventeen tons of heroin. The danger is extreme.”
“Yet, you will do it, will you not?”
“Yes. For that amount of money, I will.”
Emily inched along the wall outside in the open air. The window in the map room was closed. She had to get right next to it to hear.
The wind came up suddenly and blew against her from the side. She leaned and tried to recover. Unfortunately, her flailing arm struck the side of the building and pushed her out into space.
She didn’t hear the window open. She felt a hand grab her arm and rescue her.
Reynard pulled her into the room. “What have we here?”
She looked at his face. It wasn’t the face of the man she loved. It was hard and cold.
He said, “A spy from the police.”
Ernesto said, “Who is she, my friend?”
“My curator.” He ran his hands over her body starting with her neck. “Are you hiding any listening devices or guns, my little girl?” He pressed his hands around and under her breasts then down her chest. She felt him touch the gun in its holster and move on. He was sliding his hands down her hips and legs when he stopped.
Emily had been looking out the window at freedom and safety. When his hands stopped, she looked down. Ernesto held his own gun at the back of Reynard’s neck.
Ernesto said, “My friend, I am not so easily fooled. You agreed to a price far too low to be of any value and agreed to replace the cargo if it were lost. You weren’t going to make that trip were you. You work for the police. Both of you.” He pulled a phone from his back pocket and pressed a number. He said into the phone, “It is as I feared, Raoul. It is a police trap. Bring the car up to the front. I will lead my two captives out to the curb. I may have to kill the others in the house. Don’t worry if you hear loud noises.” He closed the connection and gestured with his pistol. “Up. You will walk ahead of me.”
Reynard got to his feet. He looked at Emily with profound regret. “I’m sorry about this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Ernesto’s voice interrupted them. “Stop. I am not an idiot. You searched the woman. I don’t trust you. Get on your knees.”
Reynard slowly dropped down again.
Emily heard a pistol slide into a holster then felt Ernesto’s hands on her chest. He felt along her ribs then moved around to her front. He immediately clamped on her breasts. Emily thought, “Thank heavens for horny men.” She wriggled as if she were trying to get him to let go. Her twisting and writhing brought her around so that the gun in her holster pointed at Ernesto. She slipped her hand inside her blouse. Without pulling the gun, she put her hand around the grip and pulled the trigger.
The noise in that small room was deafening. Emily wasn’t able to turn enough to hit him in the chest. Her bullet grazed his side and surprised him. She pushed him off his feet and watched him fall.
By the time he landed, she had her gun out and pointed at his head. His hand moved toward his gun. Emily said, “Don’t even think about it.”
Reynard ran around the side and took Ernesto’s gun. He ran to the window. The car that was going to take him and Emily to their death drove away.
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