Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 25

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 25

For a hot second, Tiffany thought she was a goner. But the lights didn’t go out. Instead of feeling the big ouch, she heard a sharp ping, like two swords crossing.

Tiffany’s eyes flew open to find an arrow and an iron ball right at her feet. When she glanced back, she couldn’t miss the gaping hole smack in the middle of the big window.

That fancy floor-to-ceiling window, meant for guests to soak up the view, had just become some sniper’s golden opportunity.

Tiffany didn’t even want to think about where she’d be if Richard hadn’t come through with that arrow. It gave her the creeps.

“We’re out of here,” Richard said, picking up the bow and arrow and taking Tiffany’s hand. He was all set to make tracks.

Tiffany’s palm was damp with sweat; she was still freaked out by his earlier move. But there hadn’t been time to explain in the rush of the moment. To reassure her, he gently tightened his grip on her hand.

Tiffany’s heart was still pounding. Anyone would be shaken up after that wild ride. She’d even thought Richard was really trying to do her in.

Luckily, it was just a mix-up. But that iron ball had done a number on the thick glass. ‘Was it meant for me, or was Richard the one in the crosshairs?” she thought.

Tiffany asked, “Richard, is someone after you?”

“Since when are you so chummy with my name? he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice still smooth as honey.

Tiffany rubbed her nose, feeling a bit sheepish. “Well, we’re in the same boat now, right? So maybe we can loosen up a bit?”

She’d play cute when she was trying to butter him up, but usually, she was all formal with his name.

The corners of Richard’s mouth turned up. “Sure thing,” he said. Her voice was easy on the ears, no matter what she called him.

“You’re dodging the question,” Tiffany pressed.

“There are always troublemakers.” Richard shrugged. He’d been dodging bullets for years, after all.

He then gave Tiffany a once-over, his eyes narrowing. “Are you scared?”

Tiffany was caught off guard, sensing there was more to his question. But she just raised the Galaxy bow, putting on the same confident face he always wore. “Scared? Please. They’re just a bunch of losers,” she scoffed.

If anyone tried to mess with her, she’d handle them one at a time.

Richard’s mouth turned up at the corners, his eyes showing a hint of amusement. “Pretty good.”

Her boldness hit the spot with him.

But Tiffany kept mum about her plan to pay him back if she ever got the chance or if he needed her to step up to the plate.

As they left Velvet & Vine, the cold wind made Tiffany realize Richard hadn’t let go of her hand the whole time.

His large, rough hand completely enveloped her small one. Looking down, she noticed his fingers were long and slender, hinting at a life of luxury. But she could feel a thin layer of calluses there, probably from years of practice.

Everyone only saw Richard’s big-shot status, not knowing about all the threats he had to deal with constantly.