Title: One of the Family
Author: Cheryl W.
Spoilers: Island of the Hunted
Disclaimer: I don't own The Pretender or anything in conjunction with The Pretender nor am I making a profit from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is my first attempt at Pretender fan fiction and I'll love some feedback.
Miss Parker's prey was in sight. There was only one problem...he was being ushered into a dark town car by three gun toting mobsters. A sigh almost escaped her. It seemed that she'd have to rescue her prey before she could present him to the Centre.
"Just peachy," she grumbled, even as she ran for her car and discretely began to tail the town car.
'This is not going as planned,' Jarod quirked to himself as he knelt before the thirty year old don of the Feneli family, Chase Feneli. The setting was less than encouraging...an abandoned warehouse far from noisy neighbors, handcuffs on his wrists and three guns pointing at his head.
Jarod met Chase's eyes steadily "Chase, I did not kill Joey Lanaro. I never even met the man."
The man to Chase's left who sported a nasty scar down his right cheek snarled, "You met him long enough to put a bullet in his skull!"
"No," Jarod firmly countered. "I wasn't even in town when Lanaro was killed. Chase, I can prove it to you," Jarod calmly tried to persuade the man who had hired him two days prior.
Chase spoke for the first time, his tone slow, measured and without weakness. "I'ld like to believe you had nothing to do with the hit. I'd even like to give you time to prove your innocence." There was sincerity in the young don's eyes even as there was hardness. "But I don't have the luxury of trust or time." And he gave a nod to one of the gunmen.
A kick sent Jacob slamming face first into the cement floor and before he could even begin to retaliate, a foot pressed against his neck, making movement near impossible.
'I never saw this coming. That's the trouble with reality, it never is quite like the SIM.' Jarod heard the cocking of a gun and he knew he had pretended for the last time. His last thoughts surprised him. They weren't focused on his family. No, they centered around his beautiful huntress. 'Miss Parker I pray you have the sense to get clear of the Centre. With me dead, they won't have any need for you.'
TBC
Author: Cheryl W.
Spoilers: Island of the Hunted
Disclaimer: I don't own The Pretender or anything in conjunction with The Pretender nor am I making a profit from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is my first attempt at Pretender fan fiction and I'll love some feedback.
Miss Parker's prey was in sight. There was only one problem...he was being ushered into a dark town car by three gun toting mobsters. A sigh almost escaped her. It seemed that she'd have to rescue her prey before she could present him to the Centre.
"Just peachy," she grumbled, even as she ran for her car and discretely began to tail the town car.
'This is not going as planned,' Jarod quirked to himself as he knelt before the thirty year old don of the Feneli family, Chase Feneli. The setting was less than encouraging...an abandoned warehouse far from noisy neighbors, handcuffs on his wrists and three guns pointing at his head.
Jarod met Chase's eyes steadily "Chase, I did not kill Joey Lanaro. I never even met the man."
The man to Chase's left who sported a nasty scar down his right cheek snarled, "You met him long enough to put a bullet in his skull!"
"No," Jarod firmly countered. "I wasn't even in town when Lanaro was killed. Chase, I can prove it to you," Jarod calmly tried to persuade the man who had hired him two days prior.
Chase spoke for the first time, his tone slow, measured and without weakness. "I'ld like to believe you had nothing to do with the hit. I'd even like to give you time to prove your innocence." There was sincerity in the young don's eyes even as there was hardness. "But I don't have the luxury of trust or time." And he gave a nod to one of the gunmen.
A kick sent Jacob slamming face first into the cement floor and before he could even begin to retaliate, a foot pressed against his neck, making movement near impossible.
'I never saw this coming. That's the trouble with reality, it never is quite like the SIM.' Jarod heard the cocking of a gun and he knew he had pretended for the last time. His last thoughts surprised him. They weren't focused on his family. No, they centered around his beautiful huntress. 'Miss Parker I pray you have the sense to get clear of the Centre. With me dead, they won't have any need for you.'
TBC