Frank runs into an old enemy
When
I turned around, Viscount D'Alessio stood ten feet in front of me. The
hairs on the back of my neck rose. My body froze and my heart beat
against my chest.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said with a malicious smile.
“What do you want?” My voice cracked. I felt perspiration forming on my forehead.
“An
opportunity to chat with you, become better acquainted.” His smile
widened, making his teeth more obvious, as he stepped toward me. I
looked around and saw no one. I turned and ran, but I hadn't gone ten
strides when I found him in front of me.
“Running
won't save you, and your precious little tart isn't here to rescue
you.” He grabbed my throat before I could take a step, holding me off
the ground. “It's time to have the dinner I promised myself the last
time we met.”
He
pulled me into the bushes when I heard a voice shout, “Stop. Police.
Neither of you move.” A large man walked towards us. In his left hand he
held his police shield. With his right he pointed a large revolver at
us.
“What
a bother.” The Viscount tossed me into the bushes. “I'll take care of
you next. Make a move and your death will be slow and excruciating.” He
raised his hands as he walked towards the officer.
