Chapter 1
The pushy parents of Ellie Walters had her lined up to marry Tony Wiseman, the eldest son of their influential friends, Sharon and Glen Wiseman. Glen was Mayor of the city.
Understandably, the beautiful brunette Ellie practically floored her displaced boyfriend Lucas May when she arranged to meet him and asked him to kill Tony 'to set her free'.
He gasped she had to be joking.
Ellie started at him, grabbing a lock of her hair and twisting it, as if she were a witch and had the power to twist Lucas around her finger. The fact was she didn't really know who she was as an adult in the sense of totally understanding herself because she'd be raised as a spoilt child.
"Lucas really, would I joke about you killing my fiancΓ©?"
"K-kill?"
"Yes, if that's what it takes but I'm counting on you completing the job without bloodshed."
"B-bloodshed?"
"Dammit Lucas, stop partially repeating what I say. My specific request is for you to set me free and how you accomplish that is your choice, but don't fuck up."
"Duh," moaned shell-shocked Lucas as she dashed across the road and got into Tony's V8 sports car and sat, with plenty of space between herself and the driver, looking as uncomfortable as a sad shop-window dummy.
Just as Lucas was thinking he couldn't become involved in Elli's love life going belly-up, Tony began to pull out into the thoroughfare, spotted him and clearly sneered and gave him an upturned 2-fingure salute.
"You're for the chop asshole," Lucas muttered, without having any idea how that would be accomplished.
The computer analysts hot-shot was sour when he walked into the family kitchen and kissed his mother's left ear and belted her ass (which rather tickled her fancy, as they say) and was told he was expected to barbecue five steaks for dinner, at her command.
"Yes, mother dear."
"God, I remember trying to train you for eleven years and after I nursed you through a severe bout of 'flu, you began saying that automatically."
Lucas said nothing to avoid wasting the time of day. He'd long learned not to lock himself into conversations with his mother over matters of no interest to him.
"Who did you meet today whom I particularly know?"
"Ellie Walters."
"For goodness sake Lucas, keep away from her. She's being prepared for the biggest wedding in a few months that this city has seen in years. I'm aware that when you two pair-studied, the room would go quiet and whenever I'd go into the study when you two departed, the windows would be open and the smell of scent would be almost overpowering. That was enough for me to know what had been going on."
"No, you didn't mother unless you were aware that Ellie and I hurried home from school so fast to study that out feet got smelly from sweat."
"That is rubbish, and you know it Lucas."
"Then ignore the truth of what happened mother and make up your own fantasies."
Resting on his bed, Lucas remembered those study evenings in their last year at high school. With embarrassment, he also recalled that he taught Ellie one new position but she came across and taught him three.
Unbelievable.
His mind switched back to earlier than day when Ellie made her appeal: "Set me free."
Yeah right, but how.
Castration?
Quickly he rejected that option and tasted bile in his mouth.
He decided to take a nap, knowing that Ellie would have the brains to give him time to work something out before she brought it up with him again. He was on her case now because no way did he want that asshole screwing up Ellie physically or mentally over sex because she was a diva when it came to pulling out all stops.
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Tony Wiseman arrived home ahead of his father and his mother said, "Some mumbling guy who gave his name as Lee, left a message asking you to meet him just north of the pier as he has valuable information for you."
"I don't know anyone named Lee."
"Um, he mumbled. It could have been Lew."
Tony said he knew two Lew's whose names were spelled differently.
"I guess I should check it out. We've been having some product missing in shipments coming by rail freight and he may know something, for a price. What time?"
He was told 9.30 sharp. Tony's mother told him to be careful.
Tony was getting out of his parked long-slung sports car and straightening up when a sack was dropped over his head and the strings pulled tight, forcing him to pull at the cord across his throat instead of drawing his pistol.
As he struggled, he felt the pistol removed from his inside pocket. He relaxed and the pressure on his throat eased.
"What do you want?" he asked shakily but there was no response from probably two men as he was frogged-marched a short distance. Two pairs of hands lifted him and dumped him into the tray of a pick-up. The sacking was eased momentarily as he was taped over his mouth.
Tony didn't have a clue what this was about and neither did he have a clue about the identify of the two assailants. Such tight security suggested he wasn't going to be terminated.
He was driven somewhere for about an hour, unloaded and carried inside somewhere, the door slammed shut and the vehicle drove off. It was absolutely quiet.
What the fuck? He assumed he faced an uncomfortable night.
Chapter 2
Tony awoke to find faint daylight filtering through the sacking.
He waited and waited.
Perhaps two hours later he heard a vehicle pull up. He tensed, expecting to learn his fate.
Friend or foe?
A guy said politely, "Good morning Tony."
He could say nothing because his mouth was covered. He thought the voice sounded familiar.
"Are you willing to drop Ellie Walters as your fiancΓ©e?"
He shook his head and received a searing kick on the left hip bone.
Murder was on his mind.