Target (An erotic romantic novella) by Rosie L Page A

employed to kill you Rick; he was going to give me a hundred grand; he said you had killed my parents and my sister.”
    “Jesus Sarah, I didn’t do it, I promise.”  She smiled at him, and rubbed the end of the silencer across his cheek.
    “I know you didn’t baby – now, but not yesterday.”
    “So the whole living on the streets thing was a lie?” he asked.  She shook her head.
    “No, I was approached Wednesday night.”   Rick took a deep breath.  “Rick, I was so traumatised, so heartbroken when I thought Skye was dead, I had nothing to lose, nothing to live for.”
    “How do you even know how to use a gun,” he asked.
    “I used to shoot with my father, I started when I was five, and then when he died I kept it up, kind of as a way to help me deal with his death.”  Rick’s eyes lifted to a noise and then panic shot through him as an alarm triggered and began ringing.
    “Sarah, untie me please,” he begged.  “Someone is coming.”
    “I know Rick,” she replied.  “My earing was a transmitter they used it to track us.”  He looked at her heartbroken.
    “Are you going to kill me?” he asked, tears glistened in his eyes as he felt his heart break.  She shook her head, and smiled at him, as she lowered the gun.  As he blinked, her hand lifted to the gentle tear that now trickled down his cheek.
    “No Rick, I love you with all of my heart.”
    “So why lead them here,” he asked.  She gripped the gun as she heard them approach.
    “To get rid of them,” she whispered back.
    One laughed.
    “Now that is a predicament I should like to find myself in,” he laughed, looking at Rick naked and tied to a chair, with Sarah still sitting on him.
    “How many of you are here?”  Sarah asked.
    “Just the two of us, the boss has gone back to the house.  Didn’t think you had it in you Sarah,” he said, as his eyes stared at her.  Slowly she rose off Rick, slipping the gun behind her back, she stood naked in front of them, and their eyes gawped at her.
    “You lied to me,” she said angrily, taking a step forward.
    “Sarah don’t,” Rick begged, tugging urgently at the rope.
    “You said Rick killed my parents and my sister , but he didn’t.”
    “Oh honey you just figured that out,” he replied, stepping up to her.  “The hit was on you both; your step-father wants you both out of the way, but maybe we will fuck you first, make him watch and then kill you both,” he said, striking out and groping her breast.  The other man behind him laughed and Rick’s fists tightened angrily, as he muttered under his breath.
    “Fuck - you - arsehole,” she said, slowly and quietly, as she lifted the gun, and shot him in the head.  As he dropped, the man behind him stared horrified.
    “And fuck you too,” she said, pointing the gun and shooting him between eyes.
    “Jesus fucking Christ Sarah!” Rick yelled, shaking the chair as he pulled at the rope.  She turned to him and smiled, god she felt good; throwing the gun to one side, she walked back over to him and knelt down.
    “So do you still love me?” she asked.  Rick gazed at her.
    “Love you, you’ve got to be joking,” he replied.  Sarah frowned.
    “I fucking adore you, will you marry me?” he asked, giving her a wide grin.  She bit her lower lip and threw herself at him, kissing him hard and urgently.
    “Sarah please untie me,” he asked, as they broke from the kiss.  Grabbing a knife off the wall, she cut the rope.  Now free from his restraints he stood up and glanced at the two dead bodies, before looking at her.
    “I had to make it look real Rick, I knew they were there,” she said.
    “And there was I thinking you were a gentle angel,” he said.  She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders and shook her head.
    “No more like a naughty devil,” she replied and he laughed, holding his arms open to her.  She fell into them, and he hugged her tight.
    “And yes Rick, I will marry you,” she whispered.  Rick