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All Bianca wanted was to get laid at the company's annual pool party. Just a bit of fun for the weekend then business as usual come Monday morning. The new young man in the accounting department seemed the perfect candidate for the job. Malcolm was more than willing to oblige the thirty five year old. Of course he had his own ideas about the weekend. He rocked her world then proceeded to barge his way into her life and home. Before she knew it she was in a much too complicated live in relationship with a younger man whom she discovers is actually a violent criminal. He refused to end their relationship claiming he loves her and suggests she get used to the way things are- or else. Malcolm vows he will make her love him. All she has to do is calm down and accept he's not going anywhere. nor will he let her run away. Used to living her own life alone and on her own terms, Bianca is determined to claim her own life back. The only problem is she actually likes the young thug in her bed and the way he takes care of her. But all the sweet talk and gifts comes with a price.
A Short Excerpt
After an amicable lunch, he offered to show me his home and outside grounds. We walked for a bit in silence until we came upon a gazebo. Malcolm brushed leaves from the cushions on the wide chairs and seated me before he sat down beside me. From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a flask and offered me the first swallow. “Yum,” I said and took another deep swallow. Pineapple rum was my favorite. “I know I got this one right,” he grinned at me putting his arm around me. “You mind?” “No. It’s nice.” I leaned in against him and sighed. It was very nice. The autumn wind was gentle and crisp against our faces. And there was just something about Malcolm. There always had been and whatever it was, was oozing out that afternoon. He was nowhere perfect or very nice sometimes, but I liked him. It was different now that I had a choice. I wanted to choose him and accept him as my man. “Did you really miss me so much?” His silence turned me around to look upon his face. He was all serious again. “Malcolm?” “I have to tell you something and you aren’t going to like it. But promise me you won’t act a fool like you usually do.” “Oh, this guy right here,” I muttered. “I love you, Bianca. It’s real. In the beginning, it was like you said- I had love and desire twisted. Since I quit using drugs and drinking so much, I understand myself and my emotions. I knew what I had to do to appreciate and deserve your love. I made you happy until Beverly showed up, didn’t I?” “I was getting there,” I said. “Bev’s baby is mine,” he confessed. “I lied because it was too soon after losing ours, I was afraid you couldn’t handle it.” I no longer wanted to be under his arm and wrestled my way free and got to my feet. I preferred to stare blindly off into the horizon rather than look at him. “Also, I dreaded seeing you so disappointed in me again. I saw the hurt behind the anger, babe. The only time I felt worse was when I saw your face after I hit you with the belt.” “You think I feel better now?” I rounded on him unable to hold back the fury welling up from my belly. “You said nothing would hurt me but you never stopped anything, did you?” “Bianca-” “Stay away from me!” I turned and ran toward the house to my rental car. The run back felt like a mile. I made it with Malcolm on my heels. He caught me in a belly to back hug, lifting me off my feet. “Let go,” I wheezed out of breath. My feet touched the pavement as I thought about darting in my car and driving off but I was out of steam. I felt my knees buckle then I was on my butt. I felt like stretching out on my back. He hunkered down beside me waiting for me to control my breathing. “I love you, that’s all I can tell you. I can’t change the cruel things I did, or the fact that I slept with other women. I have changed, Bianca. I did it because I need you to love me back. I realized one sided love isn’t enough. I know love is about making the other person as happy as I am. I want to make you happy from this moment on.” “Only a fool will fall for you a second time.” I scrambled to my feet then remembered I left my purse and keys inside the house. So much for a hasty exit. “Would you please ask your butler to bring me my things?” “Calm down first.” “I am calm. I am as calm as I can get looking at your stupid face.” “Fine,” he gritted as if he had the right to be mad or something. “I’ll get them for you.” As he turned to enter the house from the garage, I heard several loud reports which sounded like someone popping off a string of firecrackers, instantly I realized they were not firecrackers but gunfire. I crouched down behind the tire for quick cover while Malcolm went down to his knees. “Stay down,” he cried pulling his nine from his side. “Malcolm!” He’d taken a couple of hits to his back and shoulder before he made his way back to my side. “Oh Malcolm.” “I’m okay, honey. You stay here behind this tire while I draw them out.” “No, stay here with me and wait for the fellas.” “Honey, I have to act before we’re pinned down.” “Malcolm, please, don’t. You’ve been hit a few times.” And he didn’t look good to me at all. Sweating and breathing hard. “I’ll be all right,” he said. “Been in tighter situations.” If that was supposed to make me feel better, it failed. “Bianca, you stay here.” “Malcolm!” I hugged his neck then kissed his face in my hands. I dreaded the thought that it was possibly the last time I’d see or hold him. “I didn’t mean all those ugly things I said.” “It’s fine, honey. I understand.” He kissed me tenderly then eased out of my reach. “I love you, Bianca.” He raised up firing, making his way around the car. I heard him cry out and fall to the concrete. On my belly, I peeked underneath the car to spot him. He was on his back panting and bleeding profusely from his side. His gun was still in his hand. I kicked off my shoes and crawled to the back tire of the car. No shots. I took the chance the shooter was reloading or assumed Malcolm was dead and ran to his side. “Malcolm.” “Get inside the house. Now.” “I’m taking you with me,” I said grabbing his good arm to place it across my shoulders. “Malcolm, come on. Raise up.” “Honey, take my gun and…” “Darling, just raise up a little.” I ignored the hard, rapid footsteps approaching behind us. Nothing was stopping me from getting him up and inside to the safety of the house. He was so weak, I had to support him with an arm around his waist. “Just a few steps,” I encouraged his painfully slow progress. “All right, hold it!” A woman’s voice? “I said, hold it!” A spray of bullets tore up the concrete around our feet. “Turn around,” the voice ordered. “If I have to tell you again.” I halted and had to lower Malcom to the pavement to obey her command. I turned around to face the shooter. A short haired stranger smoking a cigarette, wearing high-heeled boots and leather car coat. Oh, and an Uzi in her hands. If we were watching a movie, she’d be the Asian actress playing the high paid hit woman. She sneered at me then lowered her gaze to Malcolm on his back. “Why did you shoot him? Who are you?” I demanded. “Never mind. Now, step away.” “No! You tell me what is going on! Who sent you?” “Move your body before I shoot it to bits.” She looked like she’d love to do just that, yet I got the feeling her job wasn’t to kill me. Hit men killed for money and Malcolm was her paycheck. “Please,” I begged. “We can pay you more if you walk away.” “I’m going to act like you didn’t just insult the hell out of my professionalism.” “Wait,” I said. “Don’t. Just don’t, please.” “Bianca, do as she says.” “Malcolm, I’m not leaving you.” He was still awake and aware. And helpless on his back. “Bianca, move. This has nothing to do with you. Bianca… move.” Something about the way he said it, compelled me to obey. Besides, I realized there was nothing I could do to save him, just delay the inevitable. “Malcolm, I’m sorry.” “You ain’t done nothing wrong,” he said. We stared at each other until he cut his eyes from mine to the assassin. “All right, bitch. Let’s go!” He got her right between the eyes with his nine. He’d never let it loose from his grip. Unfortunately, the bitch had her finger on the trigger and hit him in the chest twice before she went down. “Noooo!” I couldn’t believe my worst nightmare was coming true. “Oh no! Malcolm!” He didn’t move as I gathered him up in my arms. Oh please, please, don’t die, I chanted over and over in my mind. Not like this. Not before I could tell him I forgave him. “Oh, Malcolm. I tried to save you.” “You did fine, honey.” He groaned opening his eyes. “I got to see you one last time.” I checked his jacket for his cell phone and called 911. He never took his eyes from my face. “They’ll be here soon,” I assured him softly kissing his bloody lips. “And this isn’t our last time.” “Bianca, I want to tell you something.” “Tell me.” “One day it will hit you like a shock of light from the sky, and you’ll say it out loud for everyone to hear.” “What? What will I say?” In my ear, he whispered, “Malcolm truly loved me. And guess what?” “What?” “I’ll hear you… and I’ll be happy.” He closed his eyes and turned his face from mine. “Malcolm? Oh baby, open your eyes. Malcolm? Wake up so I can tell you I love you. Please? I love you, boy. Please, please come back.” I took his pulse and found it very weak, so weak that I knew he was barely hanging on. But he did hang on until the paramedics got there and stabilized him. In the ambulance, I held his hand and told him I loved him again. At that moment I wasn’t so sure if it were true or if I was so full of fear and regret that I’d say anything I thought he’d want to hear. He’d chosen to take bullets rather than flee to the safety of his house in order to make sure I wasn’t alone and he protected me rather than worry about his own mortality. Was that love though? I stared down at his perspiring face and recalled the last words he spoke to me. Was it possible for a man like him to really love a woman? After the things he put me through, could I trust he was capable of genuine love and affection? Did it matter if I loved him? Yes, I decided. I loved him and his life was all I cared about. “Malcolm, I love you. Darling, please come back to me.”
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