Chasing Princess Charming (sample)

Chapter One

I was never late... until now...

Tonight, I am going to kill Nicholas Atkins!

I drove to the diner. I really didn't want Margaret and the rest of the people there to witness what I was going to do. They loved Nicholas and it would break their hearts. But I would rather he was at the diner than on the other side of town. I'd never get out of there alive if I hurt a hair on Nicholas' body. Those kids would kill for him.

When I reached the diner, I finally found him having coffee and a good laugh with Margaret and Grandpa Chef.

When Margaret saw me coming, she smiled widely. "Ken, dear. How lovely to see you!"

I forced a smile to my face. When Nicholas saw me, his face lit up.

"Hi!" His smile was warm and genuine.

I found three pairs of smiling eyes looking at me. I lost the heart to greet Nicholas with a power punch.

"C-can we step outside? I need to talk to you," I said. My voice was grave, laced with warning. I was sure Nicholas didn't miss it.

"Okay," he said. I turned around toward the door, not waiting for him to argue or ask further questions.

Once we were outside, I took a couple of deep breaths.

"Hey, everything all right?" His voice was gentle and full of concern. I fought the urge to calm down and soften up to him.

He cannot fool me this time!

I spun around and without warning, I launched a punch to his face. He was taken by surprise, the force of my punch causing him to take a step back.

He stared at me with a confused expression on his face. "What was that for?"

"You son of a bitch!" I shouted and punched him again. He was ready for me this time. He caught my wrists with his hands and struggled to hold me back, to keep me steady.

"Calm down! What did I do?"

"What did you fucking do? You don't know?! You fucking raped me, you asshole!" I struggled to free my hands. "Let go of me! Let go so I can fucking kill you!"

"What?"

My revelation caught him by surprise that he loosened his grip on my hands.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse of concentration, I managed to attack him again. He took one more blow to his jaw and this time, he almost fell to the ground had he not managed to gain his footing.

He had a bewildered look on his face. In fairness to the motherfucker, he looked genuinely shocked and confused.

"You took advantage of me when I blacked out that night and you took me home!" I shouted. "You raped me! And now, I'm fucking pregnant!"

I launched another series of attacks on him. He managed to dock and thwart all my punches and then he got a hold of my wrists again.

"Jesus Christ, calm down!" he said. "Let's talk about this, without you trying to murder me."

I managed to free my right hand from his grip. I punched him with it, but I only managed to hit his shoulder. I aimed for him again.

"Mackenzie Belle Clarke!" His voice was louder, clearer and firmer this time. "Stop!"

His grip on my left wrist felt like iron, trapping me, keeping me close without any chance of escape. He took a deep breath as he stared at me.

"I didn't," he said in a gentler tone this time. He shook his head slightly. "I would never do that to you."