This particular piece comes from NOWHERE TO HIDE. Meet Candace Billings, daughter of a man with connections that could get her killed.
As far as the world was concerned, debutante Candace Billings knew nothing beyond a life of privilege. But the high gates of the Billings estate housed a secret darker than any prison facility, and Candace would do anything to escape it. When her father offered her the chance to travel to South America on holiday, she eagerly accepted, determined to never return to the life she left behind. But a bag exchange in a Columbian hotel brought her back into the United States a criminal, released into her father’s unyielding custody. A stolen car and a nighttime collision brought Candace to the attention of a man who could neither abandon nor absolve her. But, just maybe, he can save her.
“The Hit” – Excerpted from NOWHERE TO HIDE (Project Prometheus, Book #16) –
This is it. I’m going to die.
The thought slipped through Candace Billings’ mind like a snake, gone in a flash as the dark sedan slammed into the side of her sports car again. Grim humor gripped her as she acknowledged it wasn’t actually her anything. She didn’t know a damned thing about cars. This was Ben’s car, sliding out of control on the rain-slick road as she fought to break free from the shove of the other vehicle.
God, please don’t let me die here.
What she was praying for, she didn’t know. Death would be preferable to being returned to Ben’s fancy townhouse, or worse, to her father’s sprawling mansion. Still, Candace gritted her teeth and fought the out-of-control car, and the jarring pound of the hitman’s vehicle.
And she had no doubt he was a hitman. One of the cartel’s thugs, no doubt, employed strictly to take care of people like her. Candace barked a sharp laugh, but didn’t dare spare a glance for the backpack on the passenger seat beside her, or a thought for its contents. She didn’t have time.
A guard rail loomed in the beam of her headlights, and she swore softly beneath her breath as she slammed the brake to the floor. The screech of the expensive machinery protesting the hard use joined the chorus of squealing rubber and the splinter of crushed metal and fiberglass. Then, there was a sickening crunch, and pain seared through her body as she flew forward, caught between the guard rail to her left and the gunning engine of the sedan to her right. Her breath stopped in her lungs as the seat belt strangled her, then snapped, and a nauseating crack filled the compartment. She slumped sideways with a groan as pain exploded through her, and only the tortured squeal of the windshield wipers kept her company as she tumbled into darkness.
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