Night Huntress 02.5 - Happily Never After by Jeaniene Frost Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jeaniene Frost
anymore, and somehow that made Isa realize how serious he was.
"After I get back from speaking with Robert, you and I need to talk. I've lived too long not to recognize what a rare thing this is between us, but there are certain things about me you need to know before we go further."
"Are you married?" Isa asked at once, dread in her belly.
A soft snort escaped him. "No."
"A CIA agent? Illegal alien in search of a green card? Wanted criminal?"
"Nothing like that. Stop guessing, trust me, you wouldn't pick it at random, and as I said, I'll tell you later. After I've discovered what's going on with your brother."
Frazier's predicament did come first. Wasn't that why she'd stopped him earlier, when it looked like he'd been nanoseconds from kissing her? So why was she feeling, oh, bereft now?
"I have a feeling I won't like whatever it is you're going to tell me."
Chance gave her such a penetrating look, Isa wondered if mind reading was also part of his skills. It seemed like he was seeing into her fears and weighing them against whatever it was he intended to tell her.
"Either way, you will hear it. And then you'll decide what you want to happen between us."
If she was braver, she would have insisted on hearing it now. But Isa didn't think she could take her uncertainty over Frazier, her fears that her grandmother would be the next person Robert used against her, and whatever tidbit Chance would reveal about himself all at the same time. At least let her have closure on one of those things, then she'd handle the bad news Chance threw her way, because Isa doubted he had something as mundane as unpaid parking tickets to tell her about.
"You're going to Robert's tonight?" was all she said.
Chance nodded. "And afterward, I'll come see you with what I've discovered… and to talk."
That clenching in her stomach returned, but Isa forced herself to ignore it.
"Then I guess you'd better get prepared. You have a big day ahead of you."
He slid off the stool, moving like his body was somehow absent of bones and made entirely of coiling muscles instead.
"I'll see you later."
Isa hoped so. She also hoped Frazier was with him. In fact, she couldn't remember when she'd hoped so hard for things she wasn't taking care of herself. Leaning on another person. It was so unlike her, yet it was what she was doing now.
"I'm counting on that."
Chapter 6
Chance watched the men below him. The Salucci brothers seemed to be pretending to be Joe Pesci in Casino . All bada -boom, bada-bings , and just looking for ways to get insulted. Robert, surprisingly enough, conducted himself with more finesse, though he also seemed to be doing a bad acting job. Any moment now, Chance was sure Robert would lower his voice to a scratchy whisper and make the Salucci brothers an offer they couldn't refuse.
Chance had been around enough genuinely frightening people to know all this bluster and showboating for the camouflage it was. When someone was truly deadly, human or otherwise, he or she didn't waste time trying to convince people about it. No, he or she just killed everyone around them who had a dissenting opinion. That's why you'll always be a bridesmaid and never a bride , Chance thought while looking at Robert. You think if you kill a few people, bribe a few cops, dress in Armani suits and have a cookie-cutter Italian wife, the real mafia will welcome you into their fold. But you're wrong. They can smell a poser almost as well as I can smell my next dinner.
Still, at least this grandiose dick-measuring contest between the Salucci brothers and Robert afforded Chance an easier way of grabbing him. Robert had even picked the Penn station docks along the Delaware River at midnight for their powwow. The clichés were so thick, Chance was almost choking on them.
"You're makin ' a mistake," the older Salucci brother told Robert before he turned with a dramatic swirl
"After I get back from speaking with Robert, you and I need to talk. I've lived too long not to recognize what a rare thing this is between us, but there are certain things about me you need to know before we go further."
"Are you married?" Isa asked at once, dread in her belly.
A soft snort escaped him. "No."
"A CIA agent? Illegal alien in search of a green card? Wanted criminal?"
"Nothing like that. Stop guessing, trust me, you wouldn't pick it at random, and as I said, I'll tell you later. After I've discovered what's going on with your brother."
Frazier's predicament did come first. Wasn't that why she'd stopped him earlier, when it looked like he'd been nanoseconds from kissing her? So why was she feeling, oh, bereft now?
"I have a feeling I won't like whatever it is you're going to tell me."
Chance gave her such a penetrating look, Isa wondered if mind reading was also part of his skills. It seemed like he was seeing into her fears and weighing them against whatever it was he intended to tell her.
"Either way, you will hear it. And then you'll decide what you want to happen between us."
If she was braver, she would have insisted on hearing it now. But Isa didn't think she could take her uncertainty over Frazier, her fears that her grandmother would be the next person Robert used against her, and whatever tidbit Chance would reveal about himself all at the same time. At least let her have closure on one of those things, then she'd handle the bad news Chance threw her way, because Isa doubted he had something as mundane as unpaid parking tickets to tell her about.
"You're going to Robert's tonight?" was all she said.
Chance nodded. "And afterward, I'll come see you with what I've discovered… and to talk."
That clenching in her stomach returned, but Isa forced herself to ignore it.
"Then I guess you'd better get prepared. You have a big day ahead of you."
He slid off the stool, moving like his body was somehow absent of bones and made entirely of coiling muscles instead.
"I'll see you later."
Isa hoped so. She also hoped Frazier was with him. In fact, she couldn't remember when she'd hoped so hard for things she wasn't taking care of herself. Leaning on another person. It was so unlike her, yet it was what she was doing now.
"I'm counting on that."
Chapter 6
Chance watched the men below him. The Salucci brothers seemed to be pretending to be Joe Pesci in Casino . All bada -boom, bada-bings , and just looking for ways to get insulted. Robert, surprisingly enough, conducted himself with more finesse, though he also seemed to be doing a bad acting job. Any moment now, Chance was sure Robert would lower his voice to a scratchy whisper and make the Salucci brothers an offer they couldn't refuse.
Chance had been around enough genuinely frightening people to know all this bluster and showboating for the camouflage it was. When someone was truly deadly, human or otherwise, he or she didn't waste time trying to convince people about it. No, he or she just killed everyone around them who had a dissenting opinion. That's why you'll always be a bridesmaid and never a bride , Chance thought while looking at Robert. You think if you kill a few people, bribe a few cops, dress in Armani suits and have a cookie-cutter Italian wife, the real mafia will welcome you into their fold. But you're wrong. They can smell a poser almost as well as I can smell my next dinner.
Still, at least this grandiose dick-measuring contest between the Salucci brothers and Robert afforded Chance an easier way of grabbing him. Robert had even picked the Penn station docks along the Delaware River at midnight for their powwow. The clichés were so thick, Chance was almost choking on them.
"You're makin ' a mistake," the older Salucci brother told Robert before he turned with a dramatic swirl
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