The Escort's Taxi Ride 3

Suzanne is an elite escort, one who has come to hate the job she used to adore.Mario is an ordinary taxi driver, one she had a passionate night with all those years ago.Yep, the one behind her change of heart.And also the one whose rejection sent both of them down the rabbit hole.Their lives are in danger.Their fate is in the hands of the one man that hates them both.But there is one thing he wants more than revenge: Suzanne.And he doesn't take no for an answer... o SuzanneJim's mock incredulous tone sends another shiver down my spine, and I glance at his gun. His eyes follow suit, and his smile returns. With his other hand he forms a pistol and aims at my forehead. Then, after a heartbeat, he moves the fictional gun to lower regions, finally pointing at my pubic mound, and I gulp, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He sticks his tongue out, then fires the imaginative gun, and I swear my heart stops beating for a second. Mario uses my momentary lapse to push me backwards, shielding me with his body. I want to protest, I really do, but all I can do is cling to his muscular back with all my might and wait for this to finally be over. Deep down I still hope that Mario still has a few tricks up his sleeve. I'm not sure why, but I do. Of course, I might be placing him on a pedestal, because I... Well, because I love him. If it wasn't for the danger we are in, I probably would have never admitted that to myself, let alone him. Oh well, too bad that it's too little too late... o MarioThis isn't going great, and that might as well be the understatement of the century. Okay, I didn't exactly think that Jim would let us go, or be satisfied by my proposal, no. I rejected Suzanne's offer, the one that originated from him, and no one rejects him. In Jim's world, bullets fly first, questions are asked later. Still, he hasn't killed us yet, which means there is something he wants from us. I just have to figure out what that is, or at least keep stalling until my guys get here. Which should have been ages ago.I push the dread back deep inside from where it came, concentrating on the breathing techniques I learned many years ago. Having switched from being a taxi driver to an undercover cop does have its advantages, but what good does it do if I can't save the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with?"Is that it? You want to have fun? In what way?"I cringe as the words come out, only hoping he doesn't notice my discomfort. Part of me knew he was a sick bastard, but seeing him this close up is a whole new story. His laughter makes my skin crawl, but it never reaches his eyes, no. They are fixated on me, their cold glint chilling my blood. His voice is calm, almost friendly when he replies."It's simple, really. You stole something from me five years ago, and now I'm taking it back."His gaze flicks to Suzanne, and I silently thank God, because I can steal a glance this way, too, without being discovered. Her beautiful angelic face is ashen, her hair dishevelled, and her cheeks flushed - part from our lovemaking, part from fear, I'm sure. Tears are running down her cheeks, and right now I would give anything if I could just walk over to her and wipe them away. I would give anything to reassure her it's all going to be okay. I would give all I have, just to keep her safe.