by Willa Okati
“What I should have done a long time ago.” Joe lifted the small revolver she’d allowed him to use, eyed the low-power weapon with disgust, and tucked it into the back of his pants. He bent to pick up Elizabeth’s own double-action gun and weighed the tool appreciatively. “Now this is a little more like it,” he breathed, gazing lustfully at his new prize.
He turned and aimed at Elizabeth. “I’m really not surprised to find you down here playing pin the cock in the hole with these two after the show you put on at the club. Stringing them along, my ass. Getting them right where you wanted them -- yeah, looks like.”
“What are you going to do with the gun, Joe?” Elizabeth demanded, furious. “Shoot us? Shoot me?”
“Don’t be stupid. Of course I am.” Joe steadied his aim using both hands. Damn rookie, and apparently one with delusions of grandeur. “I’m putting you down, sealing off the bolt-hole, and taking over upstairs. No one’s going to miss you, Elizabeth. You made sure there’d be no one to miss you. No tracks, remember? No traces. You turned yourself into a ghost and now that’s all you’ll ever be.”
Elizabeth shook her head slowly, derisively. “You’ll never make it on your own, Joe. You were a shitty apprentice and make no mistake, you will fall flat on your ass trying to do this job.”
“So you say.”
“So I know.”
“You know, you know, you know. You think you know everything, don’t you? But I bet you never once thought you’d be the one hunted down. By me.”
“Wrong again.” Elizabeth reached through the bars and laughed when Joe automatically flinched away, armed or not. “I always knew. When was the question. In any other case, I’d have to be sorry I wasn’t prepared. But there’s one thing you didn’t count on, Joe.” Elizabeth deliberately turned her back on Joe, striding casually into the arms of her men, who’d silently stood up in her defense. “I’m going out the back door.”
She took Killian and Roan by their hands and glanced from one to the other, finding her own wicked humor sparkling in their eyes. “Shall we?”
Killian kissed her. “With full gladness, Radiance.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Joe demanded, hands shaking on his gun. “Have you lost your mind, Lizzie?”
“Damn right, and I’ve never been happier.”
Roan bent his head to the top of Elizabeth’s, whispering, “And they lived happily ever after.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes as a white light sprang up to swallow them whole, taking her away to yet another new life that, she knew in her heart would be the best of all.
Willa Okati
Willa Okati is made of many things: imagination, passion for manlove, creativity and sheer bloody-minded determination to keep writing, getting out all the stories in her head.
The only problem with that clever plan is that as she writes, more story ideas pop up…
She's getting into menage these days, and finding that it's really peachy to write female leads -- but these leading ladies have always gotta have their two men (who are into each other as well as her). That makes for extra-special spicy good times!
Willa's new mottos:
1) Elves rule.
2) Screw the angst -- let's have some fun!
Willa, by the way, looks nothing like her picture, but she wishes she did. You can reach her at [email protected], visit her at her website (http://www.willaokati.com) or join her Yahoo Group for updates at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/willa_okati/
May the force be with ya'll!
