Love Survives: The BWWM Interracial Romance Collection (Volume 1)

by Dez Burke

  He grabbed the cash, gun, and knife and hid them in various pockets before opening the door and stepping out casually, car key in hand. A few quick steps and he spotted the small black car parked on the side of the road.

  Jake could smell freedom. He was so close! He took a shaky breath and was almost to the car when a man opened the passenger side door and stepped out. Jake’s heart stopped and he glanced at the license plates. This wasn’t the car that had been parked there for him.

  He scoured the road and the small parking lot beside the gas station, but no other black car was in sight. Since it had been there for an extra three days, it had probably been towed.

  Now the only thing Jake could do was hitchhike or steal a car using the gun in his pocket. The thought made him clench his teeth in disgust. Four years in prison had rubbed off on him, otherwise he would never have even considered the thought.

  Jake looked around for a bus stop, and he knew he had only minutes before the alarm was sounded on his escape. He was lucky it hadn’t been done already, and he thanked his lucky stars when he absentmindedly hit the unlock button on the car key remote.

  A beep a few feet away from him made him turn around in surprise. He pressed the lock button again. The beep sounded again, along with the sound of the locks softly popping down. The car was dark blue.

  “Idiots!” he hissed under his breath.

  The man responsible for getting the car here was probably color blind or just plain stupid. Jake quickly opened the door of the small car, pushing the seat back to its farthest position to accommodate his long legs. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, he heard sirens pierce the air. Police cars screamed, low sirens from far away and high ones from nearby. Every police car in the area had been alerted of the escaped murderer.

  Chapter Two

  It began snowing on the way to Colorado and Jake cursed himself for not ordering a bigger, four-wheel drive vehicle. He slid off the main highway and up the winding hill, heading straight to the place that would be his hideout for a while.

  The sight of it made him breathe normally for the first time in hours. He got out of the car and looked for the hidden key. He knew the people who owned the place; they were his friends, or at least used to be. They had no idea he was using it to hide out until the heat died down and he could leave the States for Mexico.

  Jake found the key in the fuse box at the back of the house and slid it in the back door. It opened and he stepped inside, taking a deep breath. He was safe – for now.

  His eyes roved over the familiar living room that had wide glass windows and the latest in electronic entertainment. He was safe here, or at least he thought that he was. The search for him would focus on his trying to flee the country, but he would throw them off by staying here in the mountains. He was counting on relaxing here for a few days before he was on the run for the rest of his life.

  The first thing he wanted from this makeshift vacation was a shower. A long, hot shower—alone, without the prying eyes of guards or the company of his fellow inmates—was long overdue. He needed to clean away the filth of his prison cell and the memory of his humiliating, painful trial.

  Jake stood in the shower, letting scalding water run down his back, when a memory of his fiancée Jessica’s beautiful green eyes made his chest constrict painfully. He clenched his eyes shut, only to see her behind his eyelids as she had been the night she died, her whole face ravaged by her attacker, her beautiful black hair dripping with blood.

  The prosecutors had made it clear what they believed, that he had killed her in a moment of rage when she told him she was pregnant. But the truth was he had never even known she was pregnant, and he doubted even Jessica knew herself. He had loved her more than life itself, and someone had not only killed her, but had framed him for her murder.

  Jake got out of the shower reluctantly when he had used the last of the hot water, luxuriating in being allowed to take as long as he wanted. He dried himself off before walking naked to the bedroom where he opened the closet and found racks full of clothes. He took out a blue sweater and soft khaki trousers and reveled in the crisp, new clothing.

  A thudding noise followed by loud banging made him lurch and grab his gun from the dresser. His heart pounded at a million beats a millisecond and adrenaline flooded his body. He opened the door a crack and the muffled sound continued relentlessly. Gun in hand, he slipped out of the bedroom, and that same instant, he saw a girl through the window.

  Her face was turned the other way and Jake hid the gun swiftly, pushing it in the waistband of his pants and covering it with the sweater. He tried to seem calm and she glanced in his direction, her eyes filled with desperation.

  “Please open the door. I’m lost. I’ve been walking for the past four hours,” she said loudly, yet her voice was weak.

  It was cold outside and a storm was brewing, causing harsh, chilly winds to glide through the mountains with a howl. Jake walked behind the door out of her sight, and thought over his options.

  If he didn’t open the door for her, she would die of the cold because there were no other houses nearby. Even if there had been, it was all mountains, which meant hiking. She didn’t look like she could afford any more of that.

  He unlocked the door and she barged inside, her teeth chattering and her nose red. “Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m never coming to this godforsaken place again! I could almost picture myself being attacked by some wolves and eaten alive like in that movie, Frozen.”

  Jake stared at her and his calm was shattered. She was obviously a chatterbox and he had no patience for any of it. He had to get her out before she got too comfortable. “I’m sorry but I can only offer you some warm clothes and coffee before you get on your way. I’m expecting someone.”

  She stared at him openmouthed. “What? I’m freezing! I could die out there without a car. I’ll call someone and they’ll come get me.”

  Shock made Jake’s blood chill. “I don’t have a phone here.”

  His uninvited guest responded to his revelation with a glare. She stared at him. “Are you for real? How can you not even have a cellphone in this house, which for some reason is built in the middle of nowhere?”

  “I just don’t,” he replied after a pause, but his mind worked overtime, burning his energy as he tried to stifle a sense of panic.

  If she called someone here, it was over for him. If she left and saw his face plastered on every TV channel across the country, it was still over for him. She had to stay, at least until he was ready to leave.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve just been a little on edge all day. Of course you can stay. I’ll get you something warm to wear. Help yourself to coffee. It’s on the left, on the kitchen counter.”

  She stared at him, her eyes suspicious as she failed to understand why he suddenly had such a change of heart. One second he was trying to throw her out on her ass in the cold, and the next he was so hospitable.

  “I’m Leona,” she said grumpily, her eyes narrowing as she looked properly at the man. His eyes were gray, steely gray, and his face tanned. His wide shoulders were muscled and it was obvious he worked out a lot. The khaki pants clung to his narrow hips and his blonde hair dripped dark spots of water onto his pristine, expensive sweater. He didn’t bother replying and Leona cockily twisted her head to the side, goading him.

  “What’s the problem with you? I know I’m at your mercy right now, but the least you can do is be polite. I’ll leave as soon as I can. I’m sorry I can’t leave you to it…whatever it is you were planning to do in this hermit’s mansion.”

  “Have you always been so chatty?” Jake asked calmly before heading to the bedroom, opening the closet, and pushing the men’s clothing aside to reach the women’s hangers. He pulled out the first sweater he could find along with a dark pair of jeans before coming out and throwing them on the couch. “Here are some clothes. Get out of yours before you catch something and I have to answer for your death.” The words spilled out of his mouth wit
hout thinking, and he clenched his jaw instinctively to combat the pain of Jessica’s face flashing through his mind again.

  “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. My name’s Jake. I’ll stay out of your way.”

  He collapsed onto the couch and switched on the TV, planning to ignore her for the whole time she was there. She left to change after opening the first door she came to, which he knew was the guest bedroom.

  Jake hastily found the phone in the kitchen, unplugged it and brought it to the master bedroom where he would be staying. He found another cordless set on the bedside table which he threw in the closet, closing it securely.

  The young woman came out of the guest bedroom wearing the emerald green sweater and perfectly fitting jeans that accentuated her long, lean legs. Jake couldn’t help but follow her with his eyes as she walked into the kitchen barefoot.

  She was African-American, and didn’t look to be older than twenty. He could be wrong though, he had been in prison so long he didn’t even remember how to talk to women anymore. Her eyes were dark brown almost black. Her long brown hair was lying in waves along her back and her skin was pristine, smooth. The way the sweater clung to her breasts before falling loosely over her stomach, it was obvious that she had curves in the right places.

  Jake pulled his eyes way from her in disgust at his own thoughts while his cock hardened. He was turning into a pervert. It didn’t matter that he had been celibate for over four years. He still couldn’t believe he was looking at a girl probably ten years younger than him, fully clothed, and getting a boner.

  Chapter Three

  It was almost dinnertime and Leona sat down on the high-backed chair next to the sofa. Jake avoided flicking through the channels, knowing that every news channel was giving regular updates on the convicted murderer who had escaped from prison.

  Jake glanced at Leona sideways, entranced by the way the light from the TV danced across her gleaming dark skin and features, accentuating her high cheekbones and long lashes. He had no idea what he was going to do now, except that Leona’s arrival meant he would have to leave this place earlier than he had originally planned. Maybe it was his only chance to normally communicate with a woman again before he became a fugitive for life in an unknown, backward area of South America.

  “So, Leona. Won’t anyone be looking for you?” he asked casually.

  She sighed and shook her head. “Not really. My friends left early in the morning and I was planning to leave after one last round of skiing. They probably think I’ve gone home.”

  “What about your hotel here? Surely they’ll notice you’re missing and launch a rescue operation or something.”

  “Ugh! I checked out of the hotel. They won’t be looking for me. I think you’ll have to drop me off in town in that little car you have parked behind the house.”

  Jake gritted his teeth and got off the sofa to place the defrosted steaks on the oven grill. He plopped frozen French fries in the oven to bake along with the steaks. “About that…the car’s having some trouble with the brakes so that’s not really an option on these icy roads.” His mind worked overtime to solve the problem when the perfect solution hit him. “A chopper is due to arrive in ten days to take me to the ski lodge. You’ll have to stay here until then.”

  “Ten days! Oh god. I’m stuck in this hell hole for ten days?” she cried, exasperated as she let her eyes rove over the luxurious, well-furnished living room. “No offense, of course.”

  “That was a bit harsh,” he joked, sitting back down on the couch, a smile spreading across his face.

  She smiled back at him and a dimple dented her cheek. The sight caught him off guard and he couldn’t take his eyes off her face. She was beautiful in the perfect, can’t-find-any-flaw kind of way. He was sexually starved after four years of being locked up, and if he was honest with himself, he knew that even a plump, unattractive woman would appeal to him in his current state of physical starvation.

  What made matters worse was that Leona was neither plump nor unattractive. She was far from it. Instead, she was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her dark skin shone with health and her features would were perfect.

  “What do you study Leona?” he asked suddenly, trying to keep his mind off her ample cleavage showing throw the deep V-neck of her sweater.

  “How do you know I’m in school?”

  “Well, you look like you’re just barely out of high school, so I took a guess. How old are you, anyway?”

  She giggled nervously and realized for the first time how attractive he was. “That’s an inappropriate question. Isn’t it, Mr…?”

  “Jake. Just Jake. We’ll be here for ten days, we might as well just skip to being on a first name basis.”

  She smiled again and the irresistible, deep dimple made his groin tighten. What the fuck is wrong with me? He chided in himself in his head. She’s just a kid.

  “I’m twenty-one. And to answer your first question, I’m studying law at Harvard.”

  “Harvard? Wow that’s impressive. Why’d you decide to become a lawyer?” He was suddenly enjoying the casual, normal banter. It had been ages since he’d had the opportunity to converse with anyone who wasn’t doing time for murder, grand theft auto, or robbery.

  “Well, I belong to a whole family of lawyers. My father is actually a Supreme Court Justice. Benson Davies?”

  Jake tensed, every fiber in his body telling him that this was the worst thing that could happen to him. He had begun to think Leona was sort of a gift from God, someone to keep him company and give him one last chance at normalcy before he was doomed for eternity. But now he knew. She was just another one of his cruel tricks.

  “Benson Davies is your father?” he cried out.

  “Yes,” she said, her brows furrowed. “I usually get the most insane reactions from prospective boyfriends, but yours kind of tops the list.”

  He chuckled nervously, his hands clenched into fists as he got up to check on the steaks. “Dinner’s ready in five minutes. If you don’t mind, could you please carry these plates and cutlery to the coffee table? We can eat in front of the TV.”

  “Oh. Sure,” she said, getting up and following him to the kitchen for the dishes.

  Jake was numb after the shocking revelation about Leona’s father. If she was reported missing, it would only take seconds before cops arrived on his doorstep asking questions. If the police arrived, there would be problems for him and Leona. The last thing he wanted was for her to get caught in the crossfire.

  Chapter Four

  “So, what are you planning to do while you’re here?” Leona asked as they sat down to eat the steaming steaks with fries.

  Jake bit his lip to keep a scathing reply from escaping his lips. “I was hoping for some peace and quiet,” he said instead, and her fork stopped midway to her open mouth.

  “I kind of ruined your plans, didn’t I?” she said quietly, and he cursed himself under his breath.

  “It’s not a problem. I’m preparing for some major events in my life and I was just counting on the alone time here to kind of…sort my head out,” he said.

  “Do you know what you need? You need some fun, outdoor activity. I’d die if I had to stay here for a while, cuddled up on the couch with absolutely no physical activity.”

  Jake chuckled. “If you’re looking for some physical activity, you can have plenty right here, inside the house.”

  She stiffened. “What do you mean?”

  Jake stared at her, watching her face change pallor to a deathly shade. Realization dawned, and he saw that she had misunderstood his statement to mean something sexual. “Oh! No, no, no! That’s not what I meant. I meant there’s a fully equipped gym on the first floor if you want some exercise.”

  Leona relaxed and laughed a little. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood. You seem like a decent enough guy.”

  Jake’s bite refused to slide down his throat at her statement. Here he was sitting with a beautiful girl talkin
g and having dinner, but if she found out who he really was, she would run away screaming. “I’m not that decent,” he said softly, and she smiled.

  “Oh, stop being so modest, I only meant it as a joke. I don’t really know you at all, do I?”

  He smiled back. “No, you don’t. Not at all.”

  “So what do you do?” she asked, taking a small sip of wine from her glass.

  “I, uh, own a small company,” he said and he regretted starting the conversation. All this talk about decency and work was depressing him, reminding him of what his life used to be once upon a time.

  “And what does your company do?”

  “We buy rundown businesses and invest in them to make them thriving businesses.”

  “Oh. That sounds good and boring,” she said jokingly and he laughed aloud.

  She went back to work at her steak and his eyes kept darting to her face. She had beautiful eyes, almond shaped, big and black. Her long, wavy hair framed her gamin-shaped face and full lips practically begged for a man to kiss them. He struggled to pull his lustful gaze away from her, so he stood up to get some ice. He took longer than necessary to get the cubes out of the tray, and his thoughts veered in various directions, making him lose focus for the first time in years.

  Ever since he had gone to prison, he was constantly on high alert. You couldn’t turn your back on an inmate anyway, and he had the double task of planning his escape while going along with the normal routines of a prisoner.

  Leona was making him lose that focus. She was destroying the sturdy calm he had relied on for ages. It was his driven concentration that had made him a free man right now, albeit a fugitive. He couldn’t go back to prison, under any circumstances, so he had to stop fantasizing about the beautiful girl in the living room, and work instead on his own survival.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning, Leona awoke to the soft humming sound from a blender. She shifted on her pillow, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar furnishings and surroundings. She groaned as she remembered she was trapped in a house in the middle of nowhere, and got up to wash her face.