The Alpha's Search (The Craven Trilogy, #1)(4)By: Natalie Shaw
Alison was dancing with tall, blond guy now. When I looked back towards mysterious guy, he’d disappeared—again! What was it with him?
I managed to catch Alison's eye, and indicated I was leaving. She smiled and gave me the thumb's up. I hoped her new friend had his own place. I didn't fancy the idea of having to listen to Alison keep her promise to fuck his brains out.
“Hello again,” a vaguely familiar voice said.
I jumped so much that I almost spilled what was left of my drink.
“Sorry. I seem to keep making you jump,” the man with Jet black hair said. “It's Jackie isn't it?”
“Oh? Hello again.”
“I'm sorry I had to shoot off this afternoon. I had an urgent phone call.”
“That's okay.” I took a step back. “I'm just about to leave.”
“Shame. Can't I persuade you to have one last drink? My treat.”
“Thanks, but no. I have to go.”
I didn't give him the chance to object. I edged past him, collected my coat, and made my way out.
“Fan—bloody—tastic!” There wasn't a single taxi in the rank just outside the club. Another one would probably turn up at any minute, but I didn't want to hang around near the door in case my stalker decided to follow me outside. The streets were wet, but the rain had stopped. There were always plenty of taxis in the town's main square. If I took the side street which ran alongside the club, I could be there in a couple of minutes. But then, maybe that wasn't such a good idea in the dark. I glanced back through the glass doors. In the foyer, I saw his Jet black hair. He was headed for the exit. That made my mind up. I took a left, and then another left. In the distance I could see the lights of the town square. The side street seemed much narrower than it did in the day time. My heels weren't designed for running, but I hurried as fast as I could. A quick glance over my shoulder reassured me that he wasn't following me.
“Hello sexy. Where are you off to?”
I didn't see the two men until they stepped out in front of me. They must have been standing behind the large industrial bins. Both men were smoking. Destiny gave out 'smoke-break' passes to its customers. We were opposite a fire exit above which was a single, illuminated bulb.
I didn't reply. Instead, I took a step to the side so I could get past them. The taller of the two mirrored my movement in order to block my way.
“What's your hurry sexy?” the shorter guy said.
“My boyfriend's waiting for me in the square,” I lied.
“He can't be much of a boyfriend if he leaves you to walk down here all by yourself.”
I moved to the side again. He did the same. I tried to push past them, but the tall one grabbed me by the shoulders.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
“No need to shout! We just want a little fun. Don't we Alfie?”
“Please, let me go.”
“You know you want it.” The tall guy pushed me against the bin. His hand was pressed against my breast.
“Let her go!”
The voice took all three of us by surprise. Tall guy took his hand off my breast, but still held me by the arm. Although I could see only his silhouette, I recognised the voice of the man who had spoken to me in the club. The man from the shop. The man with Jet black hair. My stalker.
“Why don't you fuck off?” tall guy said.
“Yeah. Fuck off!” Alfie said.
I heard a metallic sound and saw something glisten in Alfie's hand. It was a knife.
“I'll ask you one more time,” my stalker said.
“Fuck off!” Alfie slashed out with the blade.
Everything after that was a blur. The next thing I remember was when I heard his words.
“Are you okay?”
It took me a few moments to get my bearings. We were in a taxi. My stalker (or was he my rescuer) was sitting opposite me.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You must have fainted.”
“What about those two guys?”
“They decided to leave.”
I glanced out of the taxi window.
“Where are we going?”
“I'm taking you home. At least, I would if I knew where you lived.”
“No. That's okay.”
“No! Driver! Pull over here would you?”
“You sure?” The driver looked confused.
“Yes. Just here please.”
He dropped me outside the town hall—an area which was busy and well lit. I soon found another taxi and asked the driver to take me home.
I hadn't expected to see Alison the next morning, but she was in the kitchen nursing one hell of a hangover.
“Hi,” she managed. Her eyes were barely open.
“What happened to your new boyfriend?” I asked. “I didn't think you'd be here this morning.”