Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Four | The Truth Is Like An Ulcer (Part One)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter One

T H E T R U T H I S L I K E A N U L C E R

PART ONE

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You know how everyone says that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes? Well, those people must have been dying from drug overdose or something, because all I saw was the back of my eyelids as Venturi sped me towards my unavoidable doom.

Mom, dad I'm sorry. Your little princess is about to be hacked into pieces by a beautiful assassin because she didn't know how to control her mouth and had to insult a family how could actually afford to hire and hit man. A hot hit man. A hit man with really firm abs. Is that a six pack I feel beneath my dainty hand?

"If you keep feeling me up like that, we won't make it to our destination," Venturi looked at me over his shoulder. We were at a red-light. Once again, I was the one wearing the helmet, so I could clearly see his handsome smirk. Huh...is that a dimple?

"I-I wasn't feeling you up!" I replied, feeling myself blush. "You had a fly on your chest so I was trying to get it off you! Next time I won't be so courteous."

I let out a gasp and stiffened when he took my hand in his and brought it to his mouth. Slowly, he brushed lips across the back of my hand, then across each of my fingers. He turned my hand over and kissed my palm. "If you wanted me so bad, all you had to do was say so. I know of a hotel just around the corner."

I squeaked (did I always sound like a mouse?) and pulled my hand away from him. "How can you joke around at a time like this? You're about to kill me, shouldn't you be coming up with a plan to hide my body from the police?"

He gave me an amused smile. "Kill you?"

"Yes! The Venturi's hired you to kill me, didn't they? All I did was insult them! They shouldn't have such fragile egos!" I buried my face in my hands. Rather, I buried my face into the helmet that buried into my hands. "Oh, Natale was right! I am going to die a virgin! Well, at least I can be buried in virgin white and feel guilty about it."

Venturi let out a laugh. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around himself again. "Get ready."

"Why?" I got my answer when the light turned green and we were flying again.

When we finally came to another complete stop, it was in front of a large iron gate. We waited a few moments before it opened. When Venturi drove us inside I nearly had a heart attack. He was going to kill me inside a castle! Oh the irony! This place was even bigger than Sofia and Natale's home, and they were pretty gosh darn rich.

Venturi stopped in front of the large stone steps. "Let's go," he said, pulling the helmet off my head and indicating toward the large, oak double door that most likely led to my demise.

I stared at the door for a moment and then shook my head. "No. Just put me out of my suffering now and kill me."

Venturi sighed. "Get off the bike."

I glared and crossed my arms. "No!"

Venturi let out an annoyed sigh before stalking towards me. I stiffened slightly, and leaned away from him. I let out a gasp when he slipped his arms beneath my thighs and on my back. He turned around and started to carry me up the stairs.