Today's #SampleSunday snippet
comes from an oldie, but goodie - Retribution. It's a story about a woman who ... I think you better read the excerpt to find out what she did.
The customers in the coffee bar went still. The only sound
relieving the lull was the cash register’s chatter. Head lowered, Justine
picked at something in her lap. Another moment passed before the other
customers forgot them and restarted their conversation.
Xavier didn’t give a shit. He suspected Justine was blinking back
tears, but reminded himself to stay focused. Remember what she did to you.
“I want to see my son. I want to talk to him. I need to spend time
with him.”
She grabbed his wrist, squeezing hard. Tears hung on her lashes.
“I…don’t do this. Please…I…”
He removed his hand from her grip, ignoring the heat seeping into
his face. He didn’t need to be reminded of what her touch did to him. “I don’t
care how you explain this to your husband. You figure it out.”
“But Milton is…” She sighed. “Why d’you want to do this. Why can’t
we just keep things the way they are now? Why d’you have to stir things up?”
A bark of laughter escaped him. Had she lost her mind? “We’re not
talking about a pet. This boy is my son, who you chose to hide to suit your
purposes.” Reckless with frustration, Xavier spoke before he thought. “Milton
obviously couldn’t give you a son, so you soothed his ego with mine.”
She choked on the insult, which in turn shamed him. He felt as if
he’d kicked a puppy. He knew better than to say something like that, even if it
was the truth. However, he refused to apologize. He didn’t owe her any
kindness. If anything, she owed him a whole lot more than an apology.
Justine pulled her handbag off the back of the chair and dropped it
in her lap, still glaring at him. “That’s not true!”
“Why else would you pass off my son as your husband’s child?”
“For a quiet and peaceful life!”
She dragged a handful of tissue out of the bag and blew her nose.
With watery eyes, she studied him. He stared back at her, refusing to change
course. He smiled, but the gesture had nothing to do with amusement. “Milton
must be blind or stupid to believe that boy belongs to him. So much for your
quiet and peaceful life.”
She hunched over the table, but he continued to punish her.
“Maybe it suits you to think Milton is a fool, like the fool you took me for,
but he probably knows what you did. You just refuse to acknowledge that he
knows.”
She blew into the tissue again and shoved the wadded paper into her
handbag. “There’s no need for you to act like this.”
His forehead throbbed and he struggled not to smash his fists on
the table. When he was sure the top of his head hadn’t exploded, Xavier spoke
again. “Woman, don’t force me to be rude to you. All I’m prepared to do is give
you time to think about how you’re going to arrange for me to meet my son.”
Want to know more? Go to lrd.to/retribution
