"Joanna Wylde - Be Careful what you wish for" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

She took off down the street, passing boarded-up houses and small, closed businesses. Nine at night,
and the entire block had shut down. Why had she agreed to an evening appointment in this part of town?
It was a cesspit, dangerous for a woman alone.

She could hear his footsteps thudding behind her. Damn, he was fast.

Lightning flashed again; rain burst from the sky, hitting the pavement in splatters. Within seconds she felt it
soaking her hair and her T-shirt. She slipped and almost went down, but managed to flail her arms and
pull herself back upright.

He was gaining on her. She wouldn’t be able to outrun him.

She turned a corner and a light called to her from a storefront diner? She put on an extra burst of speed
and started toward it. Not fast enough. His fingers caught the back of her T-shirt, ripping at it viciously.
She almost went down, but she managed to keep to her feet, somehow tried to keep moving. Maybe she
could rip the shirt and get away…

He jerked back on the fabric. Hard. She choked, falling backwards, hitting the ground with such force
that she couldn’t breathe. He rolled onto her, roughly covering her mouth with his hand.

“You aren’t getting away just yet, little girl,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’ve worked too hard
for this to let you fuck it up. Edgar will keep his mouth shut, he’ll be too scared not to. You’re another
story.”

Oh, she was scared all right. She choked back a sob, wishing desperately that she hadn’t taken the
appointment. What had she been thinking?

He lay on top of her for several tense seconds as her pulse pounded in her ears. Her chest heaved
against his, the hard points of her nipples flattened against his muscles. Nothing about him gave even an
inch of space. She opened her mouth, gasping against his hand for air. She couldn’t get a deep breath.
One small part of her mind registered he wasn’t breathing hard at all. Bastard.

“I’m going to let you up slowly,” he said, whispered in her ear. His breath seemed hot, menacing. “You
need to keep your mouth shut. If you don’t, I’ll kill you. If you do exactly what I say, you may have a
chance to live. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head, her gaze darting toward the diner. Why didn’t anyone see her? Sure, it was dark
and wet, but they were right in the middle of the street. Didn’t they realize she needed help?

“Look at me,” he said. “Convince me that you understand.”

She turned her eyes toward him, getting a good look at the man for the first time. Pale blue eyes met her
gaze, so pale they seemed unnatural. Witch eyes, she thought, shuddering. They bore through her without
a trace of warmth, two orbs of ice penetrating her soul.

“Are you going to make any noise?” he asked slowly.

She shook her head as well as she could, meaning it. She had no doubt that he’d kill her if she didn’t
obey. Not that he’d enjoy it, she thought. Killing her would be no more than swatting a fly to him. He
wouldn’t think twice about it.