Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 4
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 4
Max watched as his new charge processed the information he’d just given her. It was a lot to take in, for anyone. Her expression was half scowl, half cringe - understandable considering how hard she must have hit her head. He could see the moment she fully understood though, as her eyes grew hard and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
“He wants to use my land to build a damn resort,” she murmured, shifting the bag of frozen veggies on her head. “Damn developer sharks. I need to call the cops. And my lawyer. I am not putting up with this crap, excuse my language.”
She reached for the phone on the desk and started to dial before Max’s brain got over her adorable drawl and realized what she’d just said. He pulled the cord from the back of the phone and held it up.
“The cops are probably already on the way - but they’re not on your side. Jenkins has his fingers in more places than you’d imagine, and the police department is probably one of them. He probably had them on standby to clean up the mess.”
Sirens in the distance punctuated his point and she looked past him, toward the front of the diner.
“Someone driving by could have called,” she said, though there was a thread of doubt in her voice.
Max put his hand on hers, holding her stare when her eyes whipped to his.
“Let’s not find out. Come on - we’ve got to get out of here before anyone else comes. You don’t want to tangle with these guys. You can’t win.”
As soon as it left his mouth, her eyes narrowed and he knew it was a mistake. Just barely refraining from cussing, he dropped his hand and stood up, pacing in front of her. Getting her out of here, and as far away from the diner as possible was paramount. If she wouldn’t go willingly, he’d have to use force, but that would draw more attention than he wanted.
Stopping, he looked down at her, holding up a hand when she opened her mouth to speak.
“Is the deed here? On the property, I mean?”
She merely clamped her lips shut, crossing her arms over her chest. Max sighed as the sirens stopped in the parking lot out front. They were out of time.
Making a decision, he bent over to look her in th eye. “If you scream, you die. Do you understand that?”
Her eyes widened and her muscles tensed. Voices filtered through the swinging door to the dining room, and her gaze flicked back to the door.
In one smooth movement, Max grabbed her arm and pulled her forward onto his shoulder, pushing up to carry her caveman-style through the kitchen and to the back door. She kicked and pounded on his back as he hurried down the back steps toward the trailer several yards back and deposited her in the front seat of the truck parked just in front of it, pushing her across as he climbed in beside her.
She reached for the passenger door and he grabbed her wrist, thankful that the keys were hanging from the ignition. Bad habit they’d need to discuss later on, but for now, it was a godsend. Holding on to her with an iron grip, he gunned the engine and sped off across the packed barren earth, praying they could make the highway before their pursuers.
Genevieve Morano pulled, yanked and kicked, doing everything in her power to break his hold as he drove them away from her inheritance. Tears ran down her cheeks when she finally quieted, looking back over her shoulder at the flashing lights Max watched in the rearview mirror.
The whole time, she never screamed.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 4
Max watched as his new charge processed the information he’d just given her. It was a lot to take in, for anyone. Her expression was half scowl, half cringe - understandable considering how hard she must have hit her head. He could see the moment she fully understood though, as her eyes grew hard and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
“He wants to use my land to build a damn resort,” she murmured, shifting the bag of frozen veggies on her head. “Damn developer sharks. I need to call the cops. And my lawyer. I am not putting up with this crap, excuse my language.”
She reached for the phone on the desk and started to dial before Max’s brain got over her adorable drawl and realized what she’d just said. He pulled the cord from the back of the phone and held it up.
“The cops are probably already on the way - but they’re not on your side. Jenkins has his fingers in more places than you’d imagine, and the police department is probably one of them. He probably had them on standby to clean up the mess.”
Sirens in the distance punctuated his point and she looked past him, toward the front of the diner.
“Someone driving by could have called,” she said, though there was a thread of doubt in her voice.
Max put his hand on hers, holding her stare when her eyes whipped to his.
“Let’s not find out. Come on - we’ve got to get out of here before anyone else comes. You don’t want to tangle with these guys. You can’t win.”
As soon as it left his mouth, her eyes narrowed and he knew it was a mistake. Just barely refraining from cussing, he dropped his hand and stood up, pacing in front of her. Getting her out of here, and as far away from the diner as possible was paramount. If she wouldn’t go willingly, he’d have to use force, but that would draw more attention than he wanted.
Stopping, he looked down at her, holding up a hand when she opened her mouth to speak.
“Is the deed here? On the property, I mean?”
She merely clamped her lips shut, crossing her arms over her chest. Max sighed as the sirens stopped in the parking lot out front. They were out of time.
Making a decision, he bent over to look her in th eye. “If you scream, you die. Do you understand that?”
Her eyes widened and her muscles tensed. Voices filtered through the swinging door to the dining room, and her gaze flicked back to the door.
In one smooth movement, Max grabbed her arm and pulled her forward onto his shoulder, pushing up to carry her caveman-style through the kitchen and to the back door. She kicked and pounded on his back as he hurried down the back steps toward the trailer several yards back and deposited her in the front seat of the truck parked just in front of it, pushing her across as he climbed in beside her.
She reached for the passenger door and he grabbed her wrist, thankful that the keys were hanging from the ignition. Bad habit they’d need to discuss later on, but for now, it was a godsend. Holding on to her with an iron grip, he gunned the engine and sped off across the packed barren earth, praying they could make the highway before their pursuers.
Genevieve Morano pulled, yanked and kicked, doing everything in her power to break his hold as he drove them away from her inheritance. Tears ran down her cheeks when she finally quieted, looking back over her shoulder at the flashing lights Max watched in the rearview mirror.
The whole time, she never screamed.
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