Unleash Me, Vol. 2 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series)
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Authors: Christina Ross
UNLEASH ME, VOL. 2
BY
CHRISTINA ROSS
The
Unleash Me
series ends with the next book,
Unleash Me, Vol. 3
.
With this book, we are now at just over
100,000 words between the two volumes.
This series is an extension of the #1 best-selling
Annihilate Me
series, with more than 500,000 books sold worldwide in a matter of months.
While the
Unleash Me
series is a
completely stand-alone series of three books, readers might enjoy the series
more if they also read the
Annihilate Me
series as it shares the same
characters.
The
Annihilate Me
series focuses on Jennifer and Alex
’
s
relationship.
BELOW ARE THE U.S.
LINKS.
IN FRANCE, THE SERIES
IS CALLED
“
CAPTIVE-MOI
”
.
IN GERMANY, THE SERIES
IS CALLED
“
UNTER
FEUER
”
.
ANNIHILATE ME, HOLIDAY EDITION
For my dear friends.
And my family.
And especially for my
readers.
Thank you for beginning a
new journey with me with Lisa and Tank
’
s story.
Unleash Me
will
be told over three volumes.
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2014.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons
living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is merely coincidental. Copyright
©
2014 Christina Ross. All
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Cover Reveal for
Unleash Me, Vol. 3
By
Christina Ross
CHAPTER ONE
New York City
January
As the taxi sped away from Kevin, I looked out of the rear window and
gave a start.
He was getting into a
taxi of his own.
I felt my heart
leap in my chest as I saw his car launch into traffic and start to move toward
us.
“
He
’
s following us,
”
I said to the driver.
“
The guy who
tried to get into the car with you?
”
“
Yes.
Please get away from him.
”
He stepped on the gas.
“
Where am I
dropping you?
”
“
I want to go
to 800 Fifth, but I don
’
t
want him to follow me there.
Do
whatever you can to ditch him.
He
wants to hurt me.
”
“
Do you want
me to call the police?
”
I considered that.
I
’
d already called them once
tonight about Marco Boss.
And what
did I really have on Kevin?
Nothing
but a threat that only I
’
d
heard and whatever my driver had seen.
Neither were enough to do much of anything but inflame Kevin if he found
out that I
’
d called
the police on him.
“
Just get me home safe,
”
I said.
“
And
maybe walk me to the door if you would?
”
“
I can do
that.
”
“
Can you see
them?
”
“
They
’
re right beside us.
”
My stomach sank.
I turned to
my right, and saw a clear warning
—
Kevin
’
s scruffy face wearing an
utter look of hatred filled the rear side window.
He looked straight at me as our cars
ebbed and flowed through traffic.
When he gave me the finger, I sank back against my seat so he couldn
’
t see me, and then reached
for the cell phone in my clutch.
I
turned it on and tapped out the number for the doorman at my building.
As it rang, I leaned forward and held it
up so Kevin could see the lighted screen.
Let him think that I
’
ve
called the police,
I thought as I brought the phone back to my ear.
When the doorman answered the line, I stifled my fear and said in the
most controlled voice that I could manage,
“
George, it
’
s
Lisa Ward.
I
’
ll be arriving by cab in a few minutes.
Would you please look for me and escort
me into the building when I arrive?
I
’
m being
followed by someone who has threatened me.
No, don
’
t call
the police.
Just get me inside, and
I
’
ll go to my
apartment.
But if anyone gives you
any trouble from that point on, then yes, call the police.
”
“
The light
’
s turning yellow,
”
the driver said.
“
I
’
m going to take a hard
left onto Forty-Second.
Buckle up
now if you haven
’
t
already.
”
“
I haven
’
t
”
“
Then do it,
lady.
”
I buckled my seatbelt just as he slammed onto Forty-Second Street.
He did it so aggressively that my head
knocked against the windshield, taking my breath away.
“
Are you all
right?
”
“
We Maine
girls are tough.
”
“
You better
be, because they just made the same turn.
They
’
re behind
us.
”
“
Keep driving,
”
I said.
“
I
have plenty of money.
There
’
s two hundred dollars in
this for you if you can lose them.
”
I took the money out of my clutch
and tossed it onto the seat next to him.
“
He
’
s insane.
Just get me home safe.
”
“
You know I
’
m supposed to call the
police in situations like this.
”
“
And a
two-hundred-dollar tip doesn
’
t
come around often.
Should you need
it, there
’
s
more.
I appreciate what you
’
re doing.
I know it goes against your rules.
But please don
’
t call anyone.
It will ruin my career if you do.
”
“
Your career?
”
“
Let
’
s just say that I
’
m about to become very
well known.
Right now, my face owns
much of Times Square.
”
“
Who are you?
”
“
Right
now?
A nobody.
In a few days, probably somebody.
At least to some.
Do what you can to lose them.
I
’
ll be grateful if you can.
”
He zipped through traffic.
“
Who
’
s following you?
”
“
A madman.
”
“
You know him?
”
“
I used
to.
But now that he
’
s on meth?
I don
’
t know him at all.
”
“
Meth?
”
“
That
’
s right.
He
’
s out of his mind.
”
“
They
’
re two cars behind us at
this point.
Your luck depends on
the timing of the lights.
”
“
And on your
driving ability.
”
“
You
’
ve got luck there,
”
he said.
“
I
’
ve been driving in this
city for twelve years.
”
“
If we get
pulled over, I
’
m
fully prepared to tell the police exactly what has happened.
I
’
ll protect you.
I know people who can and will protect you.
Just please, help me now.
”
“
Who are you?
”
he said.
“
I told you
—
a nobody.
”