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Debra Phillips On Line
Category:
Action/Thriller
ISBN-10: 1593092709
Type: Fiction
ISBN-13: 9781593092702
A mother is missing
a killer is searching
who will protect the children?
Hattie goes on the run with her two street-wise grandkids to keep them from falling into the hands of their drug-dealing, crazed father
Excerpt
Love Trumps Game
Have you ever been in the same room with a monster?
Did you see how he did it? How he used fear as his weapon.
Could you smell or see death coming in his eyes?
What Hattie Sims saw when she came out from the restroom of her home, was a tall, muscular man standing in her living room. Her breath caught in her throat. She could have kicked herself for not remembering to lock that metal security door. After all, wasn’t that what it was for? to keep devils and monsters out.
“Why are you in my house?”
Topps Jackson was no stranger, still, she didn’t like or trust him from the first time she’d laid eyes on him. Something about his eyes, dark and threatening. He had nice lips that rarely smiled.
“Chill out Mama Hattie. I come in peace.” A toothpick was restless between his lips. Sneaky-looking eyes panned around her room as if he were casing the place.
“Your type ain’t welcome here.” Hattie refused to let her nervousness show. Men like Topps Jackson preyed on such. “And I’m not yo’ mama.”
He was dressed all in black. Large, muscular arms seemed more like thick, brown tree trunks protruding from the expensive jersey he wore. “Good ‘thang you not or you’d be dead by now.”
It was probably ridiculous for her to try to manually remove him. She was a small woman with delicate features. Still, Hattie straightened her back and stood her grounds with the father of her grandchildren. His bodacious visit was what she got for not locking her metal security door thinking that the delivery boy would be there soon with her grocery order. “What is it you want? Say what you want and get out. You got no business being in my house.”
“Now see, that ain’t no way to be treating family.” Unfazed by her show of unwelcome Topps Jackson ambled over to table near her picture window and picked up a wooden frame of her daughter, Myra. “Pretty,” he grunted. He placed the frame back and ran a finger along the top of the table. “A little dusty in here. You might wanna take care of that when I leave.”
“Look, if you’re looking for Neema, she ain’t here.”
“Not looking for Neema. Looking for you, the mama that keeps putting nonsense in Neema’s head. You know, that shit about taking my kids and moving away.” Topps sniffed, looked around her old, cozy living room. It was clean, but old looking. He frowned like it was a shame to live average with no frills.
Hattie couldn’t see what Neema saw in him. True, he was tall, handsome, cunning, and from what she’d heard, drug-dealing rich. He had materialistic wealth, yet, still he represented everything a mother warned her daughter about. Stay away from men that degrade women. Men that hurt women. Stay away from men on the opposite side of the law. Stay away. “Like I said, you got no business being here.”
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