A Chance Encounter
A chance encounter.
It was all it took really. Like a flock of birds flying into a jet engine, all it took was a chance encounter to devastate an entire
life.
Genesis Jones knew all about chance encounters.
Eight years ago, she’d been victim to a chance encounter which changed her life in ways she never dreamed possible. She’d been plucked from obscurity by the handsomest man she’d met in her twenty-one years, when she’d tripped over a broken cobblestone on a pathway when she and her friend got lost on a trip to Ireland.
thirty at the time, took one look at her and for reasons to this day
Kiefer O’Reilly,is didn’t comprehend, decided in a
split second she was meant to be his for all of eternity.
When she returned to the US to finish her last semester at university, he’d followed her.
They’d been married before the ink was dry on her college. diploma three months later.
For a full year, she’d endured the hell which came with being the wife of the notorious leader of the Iron Force Gang, a group known to the FBI as being an Irish American mob. The first
three months she’d known Kiefer not once was she even remotely aware of him in this regard.
She’d understood him to be the heir to his father’s
pharmaceutical company.
It turned out, as she learned the day of their wedding, the billion-dollar enterprise was a front for organized crime. In her lovestruck state though, she didn’t care. All she cared about was how he loved her and with her rose-colored glasses, she went ahead with the wedding, like a naïve fool.
After that, she has paid dearly for it.
Now, standing on the corner of the street in downtown Burbank California, she was once again feeling every bit the naïve fool. Another chance encounter and she was once again going to
suffer for her folly.
She shouldn’t have come on a business trip.
Kiefer’s twin brother, Tadgh, stood across the four lanes of traffic, his eyes locked with hers. Slowly as if not wanting to scare her away, he lifted his phone to his ear. She didn’t need to read the lips of the man to know who he was calling and what he was saying.
He was calling it in. Tadgh was calling his brother to tell him he’d found his snitch of a wife who got him arrested seven years: ago just so she could escape the O’Reilly family.
Her heart thundered as she lifted her own phone to her car.
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*ck your phone. Cet end of the card now. Get a burner when you can.”
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defer and Tadgh everywhore descended a She shoved the five bill at the
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the city.
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She cautiously pulled the door open and acted the bosskeeper at the end of the hall. She walked towarda hat carefully, lomping ber head down. The onging of the elevator made her
imebandy hop the open door by the hour and put a finger to her lip being the woman to be quiet.
Talph’s move, thick with hire, cammed into the hall
“omina-bitars, there bringing her back to the boss today, co way or another, dead or alree.”
Standing behind the open door, she prayed the housebeper understood the gravity of the situation and that her pleading eyes.
In thomlence, the found the air thin and hard to breathe.
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“Therewegings in my own too. I love that when I see them.Hang tight. I’ll do my best to keep you safe here.
“Thank you” the blinked away the bourn,
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As the hoper pushed the closing trolley to the lembr
the herbart top when the beard the voice of the cos persoas ever wanted to hear again.
Kiefer. It’s the husband send to prison herself.
“Stop.”
Genesis held its breath.
No…..
