Page 8 of Stolen Kisses
I wiped it away quickly and looked back at myself again.
Dark circles surrounded my puffy eyes and my platinum blonde hair looked a ragged mess even though it was in a bun. My face was gaunt from my lack of food over the last week and my skin was sallow.
I looked awful, awful and so unlike the woman I used to be.
My blue eyes had lost their shine years ago, but there was always a spark of something that resembled hope. Today even that was gone and I looked completely drained.
Understandable in my situation, not to mention the new level of shit I’d found myself in.
The shit, and the fact that I was back in Chicago.
Chicago …
The place I had ran from to start a new life.
The life that had chewed me up, took me to hell and spat me out, and sent me right back here to the devil’s land I knew.
I ran from the danger in Chicago straight into the arms of a drug lord in Florida. And now I was right back at the place I had started, because it was the only place Franco wouldn’t have known about.
Not yet.
He wouldn’t know yet, but soon.
Franco … would know soon and God help me when he did.
He wouldn’t know about Chicago, because I did my best to hide my past from him. I never doubted that it would only be a matter of time and he would find me.
Franco Deville. Franco, my ex-husband who I thought was going to be the guy I would change my life with.
It had all turned out to be fucking bull shit and I was wrong again.
I looked at my phone and re-read the headline of the Fox News website I’d searched on Google.
Franco Deville Freed From All Charges …
He’d just been released from prison. He was out now and probably looking for me and Flynn, our four year old son.
I had the good sense to flee days ago when the news hit that there was some inconclusive findings that acquitted him for his life sentence for murder.
Inconclusive my ass.
There was nothing inconclusive about the way he killed his business partners. Unknown to him, I had seen the whole thing. I was the only witness.
That bastard.
That bastard, he still had power even behind bars. I didn’t know how he did it, but he did. Whatever he’d done had made concrete evidence inconclusive.
The minute I’d heard that I knew exactly what would happen next.
I pulled in a deep breath and shook my head at my reflection.
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
How stupid was I to believe things would change when I left here and went to Florida?
I’d just ran from one bad life straight into another.
From one bad guy to a different one.
