Tag: romantic suspense

Pain.

Someone slammed into her and she in turn slammed into the ground.

A heavy weight pressed on top of her and it took Lacey a moment to realise that it was the man who had knocked her down still on top of her.

What was he doing?

Gunshots.

She could hear gunshots again.

Maybe the man was trying to protect her from the bullets flying about.

Footsteps.

Lacey could hear footsteps and they were coming closer.

Her brain was struggling to process what was going on but one thing was crystal clear, the people with the guns were coming towards them.

She said her prayers and prepared to die.

“Get up,” someone growled, kicking her.

The man who had knocked her down and protectively covered her body with his own, stood, dragging her up with him and supporting her weight when she would have crumpled back down to the ground.

Lacey squeezed her eyes closed, she just wanted this to be over with.

She heard the click of a hand gun, flinched as it misfired.

A momentary reprieve only because she knew the bullet was coming.

The man behind her held her tightly.

Lacey waited for death.

The scene before him was chaos. People were screaming and running about, there was broken glass, upturned tables, a car had crashed into the wall of a building partway down the block, and he saw blood.

Detective Connor Zaal stepped into the street and tried to decide where he should go first. No doubt someone, or probably multiple someones, had called 911, and other cops would be showing up on the scene within minutes, but for now he was on his own.

There was the body of a woman lying just across the street, that seemed as good a place as any to start.

Connor ran over, dropped to his knees, touching his fingertips to the woman’s neck to check for a pulse even though he could tell by all the blood that she was already gone.

When he confirmed that she was deceased he stood, his eyes falling on a woman standing just a couple of feet away. She stood out because she was the only person in the street who was standing still.

The woman looked like an angel. Long golden blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, large blue eyes framed by long dark lashes, pale skin that looked like porcelain, and a small, lean body. She was dressed in what looked like a black leotard and pink sweatpants, and there was a dark spot on pants.

What he saw couldn’t be real.

Blood.

Had she been shot too?

Connor stood and strode to the woman. “Ma’am, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you get shot?”

The woman just stared through him, she was clearly in shock, but they didn’t have time for that. There was no telling whether the person who had just shot up the street would return.

As though his words brought it about more gunfire erupted.

Without a second thought, Connor flung himself at the woman and knocked her to the ground, covering her body with his own and praying that back up arrived soon.

Lacey Bentley took of her ballet slippers and put them away in her bag. It had been a long day and so far she wasn’t sure that it was even going to work out the way she wanted. She had been to so many auditions, making it right down to the last couple of dances, but she never got the part.

It was starting to become a pattern.

A pattern she didn’t want to keep repeating but didn’t know how to stop it. She danced her heart out every single time, just like she had been since she took her first dance class when she was three, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

“You ready to go?” her best friend and fellow dancer Callie asked.

“Yep,” she replied, and tried to paste on a smile, she didn’t want to let her friend know that she was feeling depressed, she’d been at this ballet thing for two years now and she was getting close to the end of her rope. Maybe it was just time to give up on her dream, find a new one. A more achievable one.

“Why are you so pouty today?” Callie asked as they took the stairs from the studio down to the street.

“I’m not pouty.”

“Oh yes you are, whats wrong?”

“Nothing, I am not being pouty,” Lacey insisted, as they walked through the foyer and stepped out into the cold afternoon. It was the middle of winter and even though it was only four o’clock it was already starting to get dark.

“Lace, you know you can tell me anything. What are you upset about?”

“Nothing!” she exclaimed. “And I’m done with this conversation.” With that she turned and flounced off down the street. She didn’t get more than two steps before the sound of gunfire filled the air.

Lacey spun around just in time to see Callie drop, blood blossoming on her chest.

Tires squealed.

People screamed.

She stood there in shock.