Hello again, #WIP It Up Wednesday! I’m still working on the prequel book for ‘Lethal Sin’, and it’s so dark, and twisted, and a lot of fun. If you’ve already read ‘Lethal Sin’ you may have been a little curious about Camille’s sordid past, about how she got involved in the assassin game, which ultimately puts her on the path to collide with Mateo in the book. I was so caught up in Camille’s story myself that this prequel started flowing out. It’s not named yet, and I’m not sure when I’ll have it finished, but in this scene we get some hints of what happened to Camille to set her on the path she’s on. Unfortunately, things aren’t going well for her because the man she targeted just shot her in the leg. Yikes, right?
“Don’t touch me,” Camille hissed through gritted teeth.
“Little girls shouldn’t play with guns.” Joe ignored her, grabbing her breast through the hoodie, twisting hard until she arched and cried out in pain again. “Because you know what happens? Bad shit. Bad shit happens to little girls who play with guns, and you’re about to find that out first hand. I’ve got a couple of friends who would love to help me teach you that lesson.”
There was a buzzing in her ears, and she recognized it from the times Smith had practiced knockout holds on her. Except this time there was no arm across her throat, and Joe was not going to let her tap out. If she didn’t do something she was going to black out, and then Joe Wilson would have her. Rolling her head to the side she could see her gun just behind him, completely out of reach, and the sight of it made a cry break through her lips.
“Shh, shh. Admit it, you just came back because you wanted me to fuck you again. Wanted my big cock right here…” His hand slid south, under the edge of her yoga pants and the brush of his fingers across her underwear jolted her into action. Fuck no. Never again. She drove her heel into his nose, snapping his head back, and then twisted her hips to kick him back with her good leg, the excruciating pain as her weight settled over the wound in her thigh made her vision go dark for a moment, but she gasped and lifted herself onto her elbow, dragging herself towards her gun. “The fuck? You fucking cunt, I’m going to -”
Just as her hand brushed the metal, she heard a shot, and she braced for another impossible pain that would mean she was fucking dead. That her life was over at the hands of one of the men who had ruined it in the first place. Her body instantly ran a check to see where else she’d been hit, but all that came in response was the horrible throbbing in her thigh. Tightening her grip on the gun she rolled to her back again, and raised it to where Joe had been a moment before, but he wasn’t there.
Propping herself up she couldn’t process what she saw. Joe, on his back, leg bent at a strange angle half underneath him, with a bullet hole through the center of his forehead. Blood was already pooling underneath him, and her vision shuddered, the edges flickering like a cheap movie reel. “What the fuck -”
“Jesus Christ, C…” the low voice from behind her made her twist at the waist, aiming her gun behind her, and Smith froze in place, his own gun angled down at his side.
“Smith?” Her voice cracked as she said it, and he nodded slowly.
“Yes, it’s me. I need you to lower that gun so I can check on you.” His jade eyes glanced at the weapon in her hand, the one that was shaking, her knuckles white from how hard she gripped it.
With more effort than she thought it would take she slowly eased her grip and set it on the floor beside her, before promptly collapsing to the cement.
“What did you do, C, what on earth did you do…” He slid to the floor beside her, running his hands over her fast until he ran his palm over the bullet hole in her thigh. There was so much concern in his face, something that almost looked like fear, and he looked beautiful. Deadly and beautiful.
Of course Smith shows up like a … well, not a white knight. A very bloodied, dark knight? Is that a thing? Oh well, new fairy tale. With a lot more cursing. More my style anyway! Well, I’m going to get back to writing this beast, until the next bloghop (I post #WIP Wednesday and #SaturdaySpanks), check out these other sneak peeks below: