Page 1 of Cupid's Alpha
Prologue
Emilia
“What doyou mean you can’t fix it? Isn’t that your job?”
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” the man says, “either way, I can’t fix your car for you.”
I fold my arms over my chest and bite my lip. This mechanic is driving me nuts. His hands are clean and he’s drinking a martini. The name tag on his overalls says Cupid.
He’s got wavy, dark hair that's been styled to perfection. His tan is even and perfect and his shoes are expensive-looking. They don’t go with his outfit at all.
“Look, Cupid, there are some real bad guys after me and my sister. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible. I’ll pay you whatever I can, if that’s the problem. Or maybe you’re just too busy getting drunk in the middle of the day to care about my problems.”
A wide grin spreads across his symmetrical face. I’m tempted to punch him in the mouth, but then I’ll never get my car fixed.
“You see that man over there?” he says, nodding his head across the road at a little row of shops.
I turn around. “The big man?” I say. “The one carrying all that shopping.”
“That’s the man you’re looking for,” Cupid says.
I spin back around to ask him what in the hell he means, but when I do, there's no one there. Just a martini glass, spinning on the dusty, dirt ground.
Abbie, my sister opens the car door and gets out. I shoot her a look that tells her I'm not in the mood for any more of her funny business.
“Where you going now?” she says.
“I'm going to find help,” I say. “Now get back in the car before someone sees you.”
