When the young athletic orphan meets the successful businessman, she can't even imagine him being the son of the Devil, and that he murdered her parents...
...She glanced around, and her hair stood on end. Usually this street was empty but not today. A few cars were parked nearby, and a group of rough, hefty men, accompanied by their matching playmate girlfriends were getting out and gradually making their way towards her.
Oh my God, she thought looking about her, having shivers. Whoever they are, I'm not a welcome guest here, that's for sure.
Martha licked her dry lips.
There is no way I am going to survive this little party, she mused, grimly. She casually slipped her hands into her jacket pockets and prepared her trusted brass knuckles and switchblade for battle. But they've got it dead wrong if they think they are going to have it easy.
"It was a strange way to leave the church gym," the man, invisible in the shadow, said, mocking her. "If you wanted to say a prayer, why didn't you go to the chapel?"
Martha gazed through the dark in the direction of the voice.
He's the boss here... she understood. He's my only hope
"Look," she addressed the shadow. "Nobody wants trouble. It seems you know me, and I am begging you, just let me go."
"Maybe I will. But only if you answer honestly why you left like you did."
Martha swallowed hard and said quietly yet audibly, "I wanted to keep my purity. But now I see, I'm in **** up to my eyeballs!"
Everybody laughed, even Martha in her nervousness. She had lost all hope, but one bonus to her advantage was that her sense of fear had also evaporated into the night air.
"Oh, girl," the man said, shaking his head. "That is rather improper language for a nun."
"A nun?" an angry whisper ran through the ranks of the gang members surrounding her. Martha's heart throbbed again, not expecting the reaction she was getting.
"So, do you think God will protect you if I allow my people to do whatever they want to you?"
"No," she answered at once.
"God doesn't rule this world."
"Good. Who then?"
"Satan, the Devil," Martha said calmly. "Would you like to hear quotations from the Bible to prove it?"
"No, it's okay," the man replied. "We have already wasted a lot of time. Look, Martha, let's get to the point. I'm a really busy man, but I want to talk to you. Could you give me two hours a day, maybe more, I'm not sure? But two hours is what I have in mind. I promise, we'll meet only in public places. Is it okay with you?"
"You mean, all this scary shit was just to ask me out for a date? Neat!"
"I suppose it is a bit over the top, but that is exactly how it is. So, are you in agreement to meet me – for friendly conversation, without intending to smash my teeth?"
Martha was unnerved by his remark about her weapon hidden from view, but nodded anyway...
The excerpt from "Fateful Love" by Mary Sanglante(Paranormal romance novel)
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