Irresistible Knight by Tierney O’Malley Read Free Book Online

bodyguard Jean assigned to her three years ago. Taylor's nose began to sting. Her chest tightened. So Ray kept his word. He waited before informing Jean about her disappearance. She wondered what he told Jean. God, she hoped Jean didn't punish him. Ray was the only guard who cared enough to engage her in conversations. Not a friend by any means, but he treated her the way he would any other woman—with respect.
    Later, she would call him, to let him know that she was okay.
    Ray had thought it would be the best if they didn't discuss her destination. The less he knew the better. Jean could skin him alive, but Ray wouldn't know what to tell him about where she went. Calling Ray now would only place him in a bad situation, if he weren't already.
    She could almost hear Jean's voice, angry and booming, yelling at everyone to find her. Numerous times she tried to run away, but failed. One time she took Jean's BMW, although she didn't know how to drive. Instead of driving out of the driveway, she backed the car up and put a gaping hole on the garage's back wall. Not being able to drive sucked. It made it harder to escape. Now, however, at twenty-three with stronger backbones, she was old enough to make a plan. This was the farthest she'd made it without getting caught. And by God, she'd stay on the loose until she carried out her plan for Jean.
    For years, she just stood and watched in the shadows while Jean ran his prostitution ring. Many times, with her hands clenched on her sides, she listened to Jean's clients talk about their pick—the young virgins Jean found and took advantage of. Most of them runaways seeking refuge and clinging to Jean's promise of shelter and protection. Little did they knew they were getting into the beast's den. She'd been to Jean's hangar where he kept the girls instead of his Cessna 180 Airplane.
    She had watched and listened in the shadows for a long time. Not anymore. It was time to stop Jean. Oh, yeah, she could and would stand her ground. Enough is enough.
    Enough . Taylor considered the word. Would a threat of divulging his girl trafficking business to the media be enough to stop him? Well, I'll just have to find that out. All she needed to do first was find the right person to help her. Jean was one powerful man. Without strong backup with an equal power to support her, Bruno Jean might not feel threatened. Unless prepared, Jean would probably just laugh at her because most likely the majority of Seattle officials had been to his hangar once or twice.
    A plan. She needed one right now, and she must act quickly. Jean would find her in no time.
    First things first though. She must fix her stupid ankle. Big Foot was right. Her ankle wasn't broken. What she needed was a cold compress and to rest her foot. But she would not eat junk like a cow grazing in a meadow.
    Taylor shook her head in disbelief. It was unbelievable how the man flirted with her. He was married, for chrimany sakes. But then that didn't mean anything, really. She'd seen single, married, straight, gay, old, and young bid on Jean's girls. Cheaters. Unfaithful pigs. Men, as far as she was concerned, were the same. Including Big Foot.
    Married. What a troll. No surprise there. With a package like that, of course, he wouldn't be available anymore. And looking at the woman, he picked a stunning one, too. A beautiful pregnant woman who was probably crying right now because she found out her husband would flirt at every opportunity he got.
    She looked at the store again. It was across the street, but she had to walk to the crosswalk to get there. Times like this, she wished she knew how to drive. She could have rented a car instead of hiring a cab. Why didn't she insist that she learn how to drive when Jean had told her not to even dream about driving? Well, why didn't she fight for her right to be free and live like a normal person? Because she was spineless. Jean knew it. Another reason why he shrugged off her threat.
    When Jean said her