Snitch (Something Real Book) Mafia Romantic Suspense by Leslie Georgeson ➱ Promotional Tour with Giveaway
A
boat had slipped silently up to the bank behind Willow’s house, docking in the
wild willows that grew along the shoreline.
Intruders.
I
crept across the grass, my gun ready, my senses alert, listening for the
faintest sound, scanning for the slightest movement, feeling for the barest of
breaths…
I
reached the willow bushes, my skin prickling as I sensed their eyes on me. They
had snuck in while Willow was sprawled across me in the swing, and I’d been
distracted by her.
I
ground my jaw, disgusted at myself.
Distractions
got people killed.
I
tensed as a group of men stepped out from behind the willows, their weapons
pointed at me.
Five
total.
I
immediately recognized the sheriff who’d harassed us on the lake earlier. His
four goons were all beefy, rough-looking, and looked more like hired thugs than
deputy sheriffs. Who the hell was this guy and why was he here?
My
inability to resist Willow had now brought her right into danger. If anything
happened to her, it would be all on me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself
if she ended up getting hurt.
“Sacha
Plotnikov.” The sheriff smirked at me. “I don’t think we were properly
introduced earlier. My name is Malachi Russell, Sheriff Russell to you.
I knew your father. I must say I’m quite disappointed to see you following in
his footsteps. I had hoped you’d see the light and chose a brighter path to
follow.” He sighed dramatically. “But, alas, I was wrong. Like father, like
son.”
My
spine stiffened. “Do I know you?”
“Well,
we did meet once, long ago. You were just a boy. So, I will say, yes, you
should know me.”
My
gaze sharpened on Russell. A chill crept down my spine.
Russell
glanced toward Willow’s house. “Looks like you’ve been getting cozy with your
pretty neighbor. If you don’t want anything to happen to her, I would suggest
you listen to me, and listen very
carefully. Because I have a special job for you. If you don’t obey me like
the good little doggy I know you are, then I’ll take out my frustration on your
neighbor. And I know you don’t want anything to happen to her, now, do you?”
I
kept my face expressionless, but my heart hammered with dread. My grandfather’s
words about allowing Willow to become a weakness hit me hard in that moment.
The thought of these men touching Willow, hurting
her, made my pulse skyrocket. I couldn’t show a weakness, or they would pounce.
In order to protect her, I had to act like I didn’t care.
I
shrugged. “She’s just a quick hook-up like all the others. She means nothing to
me.”
He
narrowed his gaze at me. “Is that so?” He turned to the thug on his right. “Go
get her, Diego. Bring her here. We’ll just see how little she means to him.”
A
tall, beefy Hispanic dude, Diego sent me a sneer, then strode across the yard
toward Willow’s house.
I
did my best to tamp back my fear.
Run, Willow. Hide.
“Now,”
Russell pulled my attention back to him. “While we are waiting, let’s discuss
our potential new partnership.”
His
remaining thugs moved closer, their guns trained on me.
“There
is no partnership,” I ground out,
keeping my ears tuned to any sound from Willow’s house. I needed to be ready to
act quickly so I could help her, if necessary.
Russell’s gaze filled with contempt. “You’re a
stubborn one, aren’t you?”
My
left hand clenched into a fist while I fought to keep my right hand from
pulling the trigger like I desperately wanted to do. I wasn’t ready to die yet.
If I shot Russell, his thugs would kill me. And if I died, no one would be able
to protect Willow.
Just
then, a loud boom exploded across the yard.
And
everyone scattered.
How
was I supposed to get close enough to the Reclusive Songwriter to snap his
picture?
Gathering
up my bag, I followed the fence line back through the trees toward the front of
the property. Finding a spot that gave me a good view of the front of the
house, I settled down to wait, hoping he came out the front this time.
An
hour passed.
Two.
I
tried to get comfortable on the hard ground, reading on my Kindle and glancing
up at the house every once in a while. But the man was indeed a recluse.
I
didn’t know what to do. Desperation clawed at me. Should I go back to the front
gate and ring the buzzer again, and keep ringing it until the man agreed to
speak to me?
Right.
That was only going to get me arrested.
I
eyed the nearest “no trespassing” sign mounted on the fence about ten feet
away. With all the surveillance cameras, he had to know I was out here. I was
probably lucky the guy hadn’t had me arrested yet.
Another
hour passed.
The
sun was disappearing over the horizon now, darkness settling in. It didn’t look
like I was going to be successful today.
With
a heavy sigh, I gathered up my bag and rose to my feet, deciding to call it a
day.
My
skin prickled as something moved on the other side the fence.
I
spun around, my heart smacking into my ribs.
The
heavily-treed yard now deep in shadows, it took a moment for my eyes to take in
what had appeared before me. Even then, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was
looking at in the low light. He stood as still as the tree trunks surrounding
him.
My
hand flew to my throat, my eyes widening.
Gasping,
I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet and falling into the underbrush, my
bag landing beside me.
I
tilted my head back, unable to tear my gaze away.
Ohmigod. Ohmigod.
Oh. My. God.
Sasquatch
was real.
And
I was looking at him right now.
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