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Authors: Evie Harper
Fatal (Portland Street Kings Book 2) (24 page)
Sash drifts off to sleep first, and I follow soon after, thinking of all the wonderful places we’re about to experience and will remember for the rest of our lives.
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Days, I've watched her. Her smile lights up a room, people can't help but look when they hear her soft, sexy and musical laugh.
She senses something. She looks back now and again, and I see her shiver when I imagine undressing her. She feels me, without even knowing I'm here.
Her light hair flows like fucking silk. I almost touch it when I get too close. Clenching my hands, I need to remember to keep my distance. It's becoming harder and harder every day I watch her. She's fire, and I am a stupid motherfucking moth who wants what I can't have.
And what I can't have is Lily Morgan.
I searched their room while they were out and found their passports. My contacts have been able to tell me they’re from New South Wales, Australia.
Lily and her sister Sasha own a wheat farm, no known relatives, only employees looking after it. My contact has checked their mobile numbers and there have been no calls home to anyone to check in.
They are making this too simple. Two girls, travelling the world and having not one person to care if they are okay. Stupid girls, you have a fox chasing you, and you are going to be so easy to catch.
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I’m awoken when my bed starts to bounce. I then see light brown hair whip past my face and hear a giggle.
"Wake up, Lil. It’s another beautiful day in New York City," Sasha booms across the room as she enters the bathroom.
I roll over and look out the window, a smile gracing my lips as I take in the beautiful view of a warm, sunny New York day. We shower, dress, and head out of the hotel ready for day five in this marvellous city.
A truck drives past with a sign saying P!nk will be at Madison Square Garden tonight. I grab Sasha's hands and start bouncing on my feet, pointing and shouting about it. Sash sees what I’m so excited about and starts squealing with me. We end our squeals and look around to find people staring. We huddle together and giggle as we begin our walk to the Liberty Island ferry. What's that saying, when in Rome, well, when in New York, squeal because you can't contain your excitement.
On our five-minute walk to the ferry, I get goose bumps and that same strange feeling I’ve felt had a few times. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. It’s an instinct that tells me to look behind me and search the area. I tell myself it's nothing, just being in a new place; that's all.
We get on the nine-thirty ferry. It takes only twenty minutes until we step onto Liberty Island. Looking up at the Statue of Liberty feels like a dream, like I still see it through the TV screen or in the travel brochure. Until we are inside the crown. Looking out over the water, it finally hits me that we are really here.
My parents’ smiles flash through my mind. They would be proud of Sasha and me. The hard work we have done on the farm to get it back on track after their deaths. So many things we had to learn, that we didn't realise our parents did while we went off and played, enjoying our childhood. But we’ve done it, and now we are seeing the world. I know my parents would be happy. My smile grows as I glimpse Sash to my right, taking millions of pictures.
I close my eyes, and for just a moment, I let myself feel the loss again, the devastation. Knowing I will never see my parents again, never hear them say they are proud of me and that they love me. When I feel the tidal wave about to take me under, I lock my emotions back down, pull on all my strength and turn around to smile at my sister.
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Two torturous weeks I have followed her.
I've seen her happy, watched her squeal all girly shit with her sister. Laughed my ass off when they touched the fucking central park grass for ages.
When her sister isn’t looking, she breaks down, silently. Why is she in pain? Wanting to know almost has me introducing myself.
Fuck, this girl has power over me, and she doesn't even know I exist.
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What a day! Every day in New York is full on and different. Today we visited Times Square, and it was amazing. Another place and another memory I will always cherish.
We get back to our room and drop to our beds exhausted. Our legs are killing us from all the walking. On our way back to the hotel, Sash and I decided it’s time to move on. The last two weeks have been wonderful, but it's time to see more wonderful places. New Orleans will be our next stop. We booked a flight for tomorrow night. Excited about heading to a new place, the air hums with our renewed energy, ready to leave New York with a bang. We settle on a rave party we saw signs for today. Bring on our final night in New York City!
***
Standing on the balcony looking out over the sea of dancing, sweaty bodies, all I can think about is her. I need to get her out of my head and feel another woman's warm pussy around my cock. Yeah, that will make me forget about her. I need to burn this energy off, so I don't go back to the hotel and wait around like a pathetic loser to catch a glimpse of her.
I’m scouring the dance floor, looking for any woman who looks like she will be an easy fuck, someone who won’t want the bullshit talking beforehand. That’s when I spot Mick walking up the stairs to the balcony.
"Well, fuck, you eventually decide to turn up when I ask. Where the fuck have you been for the past two weeks? You haven't answered any of my calls. Marco's been asking for progress reports, you find anyone?"
I have. She's perfect. But I can't do it. She's too innocent, too fucking special. "No, I didn't find anyone who matches what Marco wants," I reply, still scanning the dance floor.
“Well, I found someone an hour ago, and she is exactly what Marco asked for. She comes with a bonus as well, plucked them right off the street, easy as pie.”
Mick pats my shoulder and says, “So it's time to go home now."
Thank fuck, they finally found someone. I can leave this fucking city and stop my growing obsession for this woman from getting any worse.
I push back from the railing and follow Mick down the small hall and out the exit doors, where we walk down the stairs on the outside of the building. There're two black vans parked at the underside of the stairs.
"Take the second van, Jake. It has the package. I'll lead in the first van, with the bonus package."
I nod and walk to the van. Opening the door, I take a step in and freeze. All the blood drains from my face, and my heart completely stops. I'm looking straight at her, Lily Morgan. Bound and gagged, she’s staring up at me with wide, terrified eyes.
In the end, the innocent lamb was caught by the blood thirsty fox, just by another fox.
BOOKS BY EVIE HARPER
YOU LOVED ME
You Loved Me At My Darkest (Lily and Jake)
You Loved Me At My Weakest (Emily and Kayne)
You Loved Me At My Ugliest (Alexa and Joseph)
PORTLAND STREET KINGS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Evie is an Australian author whose passion for reading lead her into writing. Evie spends her days writing heartbreaking, suspense filled love stories with happily ever afters. Evie’s characters are strong alphas with even stronger heroines who bring sexy sass to the relationship.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
As always, I need to thank my wonderful husband and beautiful children who standby me and encourage me every step of the way.
To, Mandy, I remember your first email to me about Darkest and I was terrified that you hated it. Lol! I love your personality and attitude toward the book world and also to me as your friend. You’ve never hesitated in helping me and often gone above and beyond what you needed to, to answer my questions and also make my MS the best it can be. Saying thanks just isn’t enough. You’ve supported me and given me something which I cherish, our friendship. xx
To Ivy, my amazing book bestie, or should that be author bestie now? Still encouraging me and supporting me, from my first book to my fifth and I hope many more. I’m getting teary. lol. You already know how much I adore you and our friendship and would be lost without you and your advice. Thank you for always being there for me. xx
To my best friends Mel and Amber. THANK YOU. You guys know how much you mean to me. The quirks and strong personalities my characters take on are written from those who I have around me. I know how to write strong women because my life is full of them. Thanks for always having my back. xx
To my wonderful editor, Kay, from Swish Editing & Design. Thank you for your guidance and support. You’re a beautiful lady.
Huge shout-out to
Dear Evie’s Collection… THANK YOU! For loving my characters as much as I do. You ladies always put a smile on my face.