Touch of Fate (Bennett Sisters Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Kate Allenton
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The crunch of glass beneath his shoes brought her out of her daze. Abby flinched as his hand lifted to touch her. The same hand that had brought her pleasure years ago now brought a cold chill. Her feet froze in place; she was unable to flee. She shook her head in disbelief as she tried to regain her composure. No, she wouldn’t let this man get to her, not again.
She wasn’t the same naive girl from before and hadn’t been in a long time, he’d made sure of that. Becoming a mother had changed everything. He didn’t even know her anymore, and he’d never known his son. Abby had imagined this moment for the last eighteen years of her life, yet no words slipped past her lips.
This man was a stranger and a liar. Angry tears threatened to fall. She clenched her fists tight, digging her nails into her palms. Her blood boiled at all the lost years she would never get back crying over the one man who had hurt her beyond repair. Why is he here? How dare he be here! Abby pulled her arm back and swung her clenched fist, hitting her intended target in the cheek. His head jerked to the side, unprepared for her reaction to his presence.
She let out a breath and rubbed her throbbing hand as pain radiated up her arm. She hadn’t dropped him on his ass as she had planned all those years ago, but an instant red mark appeared, satisfying the anger she felt inside.
“Abby, please let me explain.” He held his hand out to her in a silent plea.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me. You lost your chance eighteen years ago, Ryan, or whatever the hell your real name is.”
She turned, took two steps, and paused, spinning around to face him once more. “Go to hell, Ryan!” she said as she stomped off in search of her sisters. Abby's pooling tears fell as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. This isn’t happening .
There was no way in hell she was ever going to forgive that man.
****
Richard Daley stood in the shadows of the prestigious country club watching his prey. Women dressed in their Sunday best congregated in the hall as they drank and discussed the bride’s dress, all of them oblivious that he stood within reach ready to claim his intended target. Obscured from view was how he liked it, how he needed it. His pulse quickened. He’d known Ryan would show up at the police station. Hell, he’d left him his signature calling card. He always showed up, but this time was going to be different. Much different. Following Ryan to this place hadn’t even been a challenge. The pimple-faced teen that threatened his freedom from eighteen years ago had turned into a man. Ryan lingered nearby, striking out with the same little brunette from the slut’s house yesterday.
There were no coy whispers to tease him. This conversation was for the world to hear. The brunette stood with her mouth hanging open, and her fists clenched. Then she pressed those luscious pink lips tight in a line, and he knew what she was going to do next, even if Ryan didn’t see it coming. She drew her fist back and swung, hitting the only man who had ever witnessed his sins. Ryan Douglas was going to die if the brunette didn’t kill him first. He chuckled. Yes, this feisty little one is the key. I’m going to have fun this time, and in the end, she’s going to be mine.
Ryan Douglas looked like a teenager, his uncertainty written all over his face as the conversation progressed leaving him no prospect of an easy night. He would be leaving this party alone, well, at least without the sexy spitfire on his arm. He had struck out with the beauty but refused to retreat. Interesting. Richard pulled back in the shadows to devise a new plan, one that would now include this little brunette in Ryan’s death.
Chapter 4
Abby stopped at the bar and ordered a drink, when she couldn’t find her sister. She threw her head back, emptying the clear liquid from the little glass. She coughed. The shot of tequila burned going
The crunch of glass beneath his shoes brought her out of her daze. Abby flinched as his hand lifted to touch her. The same hand that had brought her pleasure years ago now brought a cold chill. Her feet froze in place; she was unable to flee. She shook her head in disbelief as she tried to regain her composure. No, she wouldn’t let this man get to her, not again.
She wasn’t the same naive girl from before and hadn’t been in a long time, he’d made sure of that. Becoming a mother had changed everything. He didn’t even know her anymore, and he’d never known his son. Abby had imagined this moment for the last eighteen years of her life, yet no words slipped past her lips.
This man was a stranger and a liar. Angry tears threatened to fall. She clenched her fists tight, digging her nails into her palms. Her blood boiled at all the lost years she would never get back crying over the one man who had hurt her beyond repair. Why is he here? How dare he be here! Abby pulled her arm back and swung her clenched fist, hitting her intended target in the cheek. His head jerked to the side, unprepared for her reaction to his presence.
She let out a breath and rubbed her throbbing hand as pain radiated up her arm. She hadn’t dropped him on his ass as she had planned all those years ago, but an instant red mark appeared, satisfying the anger she felt inside.
“Abby, please let me explain.” He held his hand out to her in a silent plea.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me. You lost your chance eighteen years ago, Ryan, or whatever the hell your real name is.”
She turned, took two steps, and paused, spinning around to face him once more. “Go to hell, Ryan!” she said as she stomped off in search of her sisters. Abby's pooling tears fell as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. This isn’t happening .
There was no way in hell she was ever going to forgive that man.
****
Richard Daley stood in the shadows of the prestigious country club watching his prey. Women dressed in their Sunday best congregated in the hall as they drank and discussed the bride’s dress, all of them oblivious that he stood within reach ready to claim his intended target. Obscured from view was how he liked it, how he needed it. His pulse quickened. He’d known Ryan would show up at the police station. Hell, he’d left him his signature calling card. He always showed up, but this time was going to be different. Much different. Following Ryan to this place hadn’t even been a challenge. The pimple-faced teen that threatened his freedom from eighteen years ago had turned into a man. Ryan lingered nearby, striking out with the same little brunette from the slut’s house yesterday.
There were no coy whispers to tease him. This conversation was for the world to hear. The brunette stood with her mouth hanging open, and her fists clenched. Then she pressed those luscious pink lips tight in a line, and he knew what she was going to do next, even if Ryan didn’t see it coming. She drew her fist back and swung, hitting the only man who had ever witnessed his sins. Ryan Douglas was going to die if the brunette didn’t kill him first. He chuckled. Yes, this feisty little one is the key. I’m going to have fun this time, and in the end, she’s going to be mine.
Ryan Douglas looked like a teenager, his uncertainty written all over his face as the conversation progressed leaving him no prospect of an easy night. He would be leaving this party alone, well, at least without the sexy spitfire on his arm. He had struck out with the beauty but refused to retreat. Interesting. Richard pulled back in the shadows to devise a new plan, one that would now include this little brunette in Ryan’s death.
Chapter 4
Abby stopped at the bar and ordered a drink, when she couldn’t find her sister. She threw her head back, emptying the clear liquid from the little glass. She coughed. The shot of tequila burned going
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