Collision
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I roll over and look out the window, a smile gracing my lips as I take in the beautiful view of a warm, sunny New York day. We shower, dress, and head out of the hotel ready for day five in this marvellous city.
A truck drives past with a sign saying P!nk will be at Madison Square Garden tonight. I grab Sasha's hands and start bouncing on my feet, pointing and shouting about it. Sash sees what I’m so excited about and starts squealing with me. We end our squeals and look around to find people staring. We huddle together and giggle as we begin our walk to the Liberty Island ferry. What's that saying, when in Rome, well, when in New York, squeal because you can't contain your excitement.
On our five-minute walk to the ferry, I get goose bumps and that same strange feeling I’ve felt had a few times. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. It’s an instinct that tells me to look behind me and search the area. I tell myself it's nothing, just being in a new place; that's all.
We get on the nine-thirty ferry. It takes only twenty minutes until we step onto Liberty Island. Looking up at the Statue of Liberty feels like a dream, like I still see it through the TV screen or in the travel brochure. Until we are inside the crown. Looking out over the water, it finally hits me that we are really here.
My parents’ smiles flash through my mind. They would be proud of Sasha and me. The hard work we have done on the farm to get it back on track after their deaths. So many things we had to learn, that we didn't realise our parents did while we went off and played, enjoying our childhood. But we’ve done it, and now we are seeing the world. I know my parents would be happy. My smile grows as I glimpse Sash to my right, taking millions of pictures.
I close my eyes, and for just a moment, I let myself feel the loss again, the devastation. Knowing I will never see my parents again, never hear them say they are proud of me and that they love me. When I feel the tidal wave about to take me under, I lock my emotions back down, pull on all my strength and turn around to smile at my sister.
***
Two torturous weeks I have followed her.
I've seen her happy, watched her squeal all girly shit with her sister. Laughed my ass off when they touched the fucking central park grass for ages.
When her sister isn’t looking, she breaks down, silently. Why is she in pain? Wanting to know almost has me introducing myself.
Fuck, this girl has power over me, and she doesn't even know I exist.
***
What a day! Every day in New York is full on and different. Today we visited Times Square, and it was amazing. Another place and another memory I will always cherish.
We get back to our room and drop to our beds exhausted. Our legs are killing us from all the walking. On our way back to the hotel, Sash and I decided it’s time to move on. The last two weeks have been wonderful, but it's time to see more wonderful places. New Orleans will be our next stop. We booked a flight for tomorrow night. Excited about heading to a new place, the air hums with our renewed energy, ready to leave New York with a bang. We settle on a rave party we saw signs for today. Bring on our final night in New York City!
***
Standing on the balcony looking out over the sea of dancing, sweaty bodies, all I can think about is her. I need to get her out of my head and feel another woman's warm pussy around my cock. Yeah, that will make me forget about her. I need to burn this energy off, so I don't go back to the hotel and wait around like a pathetic loser to catch a glimpse of her.
I’m scouring the dance floor, looking for any woman who looks like she will be an easy fuck, someone who won’t want the bullshit talking beforehand. That’s when I spot Mick walking up the stairs to the balcony.
"Well, fuck, you eventually decide to turn up when I ask. Where the fuck have you been for the past two weeks? You haven't answered any of my calls. Marco's been asking for progress reports, you find anyone?"
I have. She's perfect. But I can't do it. She's too innocent, too fucking special. "No, I didn't find anyone who matches what Marco wants," I reply, still scanning the dance floor.
“Well, I found someone an hour ago, and she is exactly what Marco asked for. She comes with a bonus as well, plucked them right off the street, easy as pie.”
Mick pats my shoulder and says, “So it's time to go home now."
Thank fuck, they finally found someone. I can leave this fucking city and stop my growing obsession for this woman from getting any worse.
I push back from the railing and follow Mick down the small hall and out the exit doors, where we walk down the stairs on the outside of the building. There're two black vans parked at the underside of the stairs.
"Take the second van, Jake. It has the package. I'll lead in the first van, with the bonus package."
I nod and walk to the van. Opening the door, I take a step in and freeze. All the blood drains from my face, and my heart completely stops. I'm looking straight at her, Lily Morgan. Bound and gagged, she’s staring up at me with wide, terrified eyes.
In the end, the innocent lamb was caught by the blood thirsty fox, just by another fox.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Evie is an Australian author whose passion for reading lead her into writing. Evie spends her days writing angsty, heartbreaking love stories and creating happily ever afters. Evie's characters are strong alpha's with even stronger heroines who bring sexy, sass to the relationship.
YOU LOVED ME
You Loved Me At My Darkest (Lily and Jake)
You Loved Me At My Weakest (Emily and Kayne)
You Loved Me At My Ugliest (Alexa and Joseph) releasing July 2015
PORTLAND STREET KINGS
Collision (Slater and Piper)
Fatal (Mack and Lana)
Tail (Della and Dom)
Pursue (Kelso and Ivy)
Drifting (Pacer and Sophie)
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to my family and friends for your constant support through Collisions journey to being published. I’m eternally grateful that you all understand how busy I get and you give me the space I need to make my deadlines. Thank you and I love you all.
To, my C.O.W's... still the place I go to every day to vent, to laugh, to spit my food out when pictures pop up in the messages ;) you know which ones I mean. You guys are my safe place in this crazy industry, thank you. xx
To my amazing, awesome, fabulous, Betas... Gill, Amber, Bel, JJ, Brie and Natalie. Thank you all for putting your lives on hold to help me. Each of you gave me an enormous amount of help and guidance and I thank you for that.
To my amazing PA, Jen... Thank you for putting up with my forgetting passwords and usernames and not sharing my posters and links with you when I should because I’m so used to just doing it myself. Thank you for making me laugh and thank you for whipping me when I played around on FB for too long. You brighten my day.
To my editing team at Hot Tree Edits, thank you to Kristen for doing an amazing job on my MS and a huge thanks to Becky for never yelling at me for bugging her and always doing her best to accommodate my outrageous requests. Lol! Thank you to Hot Tree betas for taking the time to read my story. Thank you to Mandy who is still with me on book three, I love your pickiness and your ability to be able to be honest with me even when your freaking out and trying to be super nice about telling me something isn’t right. Lol!!!
To, Evie’s Collection... thanks for your support and buying my books and loving my stories. Thank you for loving my characters as much as I do. Thank you for voting for me in competitions and always being there to comment and make me feel like a valued author who is on the right path.
To, my author group... I want to say thank you for always being there when I have a question and for showing me that we are only human and we can only do our best and that our best is good enough to succeed. Thank you f
or your ideas and honest opinions. Thank you for your wise advice and helping out an author that is very much still learning the way of this always-changing industry.