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Chapter one

His hand twisted impatiently around the dirty rag thrown over his shoulder as he waited for her to walk through the door.

Predatory eyes flash to the neon blue bud lit clock across the smoke filled dim bar in dire anticipation as if his life depended on this moment.

His heart hammered incessantly, mercilessly, his skin hot flushed, burning as if on fire with the knowledge that any second he would see her again.

Like clockwork she appeared behind etched foggy glass, a blurry vision of his salvation amidst the sideways rain and flashes of lightening that raced across the night sky.

Stepping inside she lowered her black umbrella shaking the puddles of rain from the tips before continuing passed him without a solitary glance.

For him she moves in slow motion, like in his dreams, delicate features surrounded by an unsettling penetrating darkness that attracts him in the most intense and illicit way.

Always dressed in black tonight was no exception, her loose fitting long dress hung down one side revealing her bare shoulder deliciously as she casually flipped her dirty blonde hair behind her ear.

With a quiet air of indifference she settled once again into the last booth set deep in the shadows reminding the usual stragglers that she wasn't interested in company.

Without a word he comes out from behind the bar with her usual double vodka placing it in front of her with a single nod just like he had been doing for the past six weeks.

With the exception of the first time softly requesting the hard liquor that initial night, she from then on just silently waited for the clear liquor to appear as if he would just know.

Never connecting even a quick glance in his direction she would stay for exactly an hour nursing her drink before placing her money neatly beneath the glass and disappearing from his life.

But tonight was different, a slight variation in her routine, a detour that would change everything.

Many faceless fake drunk women regularly threw themselves at him night after night especially around closing time when the desperate began to scramble for someone to go home with for a meaningless fuck.

From time to time when the need struck him this would suit him just fine, but that was before he was caged, before he decided to turn his life around... before she descended into his lonely world.

In that second time ceased to exist, the drone consistent boring conversation spilling around him faded away as he watched her, studying her every move.

Staring off into nothing in deep thought she'd twist a long strand of her hair around her finger over and over as if her mind was trying to find a solution to which there was none.

Many nights he fought the urge to speak to her, but never had the balls, she clearly had an air about her that she was escaping from something, and the last thing she wanted was talk to anyone.

It was obvious that she was in a class far above him, refined, definitely educated and cultured.

Unattainable.

All of this seemed written in stone by her cold actions and solemn dismissal of him, that was until now.

As he placed the glass down she reached out with a gentle touch curling her fingers around his keeping his hand clasped to the hard liquor inches from her body.

Leaning closely over her they finally locked eyes.

Her gaze lingered slowly from his shaggy blonde curls to his angelic face that drastically contradicted wild penetrating dark eyes that were far from innocent.

Shaken by her bold move he rested his other hand quickly down on the table anchoring him close to her.

It was more than a few seconds before she began to speak which gave him time to find his breath that had cruelly left his straining chest.

"I've noticed you watching me."

Her hoarse whispered voice left the impression that she had been crying, as did the deep sadness in her whiskey colored eyes that bore into him striking a cord so deep it spun his head.

Searching for something to say that didn't make him sound like a stalker he bit his lip hard taking in a much need breath.

"I'm the bartender; it's my job to make sure young women that come in here alone stay safe."

Nodding slowly she tilted her head skimming her fingers inside his palm as she released his hand.

Chills shot through him stirring feelings of lust and want instantly making him hard reminding him just how long it had been since he had felt the touch of a woman.

"Is that so?" she rasped wistfully as a slight smile danced across the corners of her lips before quickly disappearing once more.

Leaning back against the worn burgundy leather seat she sighed pensively before tossing down her entire drink.

"I could use another."

His eyes were lost in her slender alabaster shoulder as her dress receded further down revealing the curve of her breast that clearly was unencumbered by a bra.

Witnessing his obvious admiration of her body she patiently waited for her request to sink in.

A call for him back at the bar snapped him out of his lustful endeavors bringing him back to reality.

Pushing off the table to stand he shook his head in an attempt to pull himself together.

"Sure, be right back."

When he returned he found her in her usual state lost in her thoughts troubled eyes focused downward as she twisted her hair loosely around her finger.

Knowing he had blown it he left the drink quietly in front of her as he announced to the rest of the patrons that it was last call.

Pissed at himself he went on with his normal routine, gathering up the empty glasses littered around the bar, wiping the alcohol doused counter down.

Still as he began flipping the chairs upside down over the tables he couldn't help to steal glances at her still feeling the warmth of her fingers that grazed the inside of his palm, and just what that had meant, if anything.

Eyeing the last drunk to finish up his beer at end of the bar he nodded as the portly fifty something slid sloppily off the ripped stool.

"See ya tomorrow Gus."

A toothy smile flashed across the red headed man as he waved goodbye.

It was then that he felt her behind him as she reached her hand up to gently tap him on the shoulder.

Spinning around stunned to find her so close he threw the rag over his shoulder nodding insistently back to her booth.

"You don't have to leave, I'm just cleaning up, finish your drink – "

"I'm all set… thank you though."

Stepping closer she slipped a folded twenty inside his front pocket intentionally skimming her fingers slowly back out.

Feeling her tiny fingers graze the inside of his jeans reawakened a need that had gone unsatisfied for far too long.

It was almost too much for him to bear as he stepped closer his now feral eyes focused on her mouth as it began to move again.

"Listen if it wouldn't be too much to ask I was wondering if you could walk me to my car, it's late and I – "

"No problem just let me get my keys."

His voice fell a few octaves replacing his previous casual kindness with something more hard and sinister as his mind searched for her motive in all this.

"Now that we're talking why is it that you come in at the same time every Friday, do you work around here?"

Leaving his questioned unanswered she followed him clenching her fists by her side as her pulse began to race.

He began to walk towards the back of the bar before she grabbed him by the wrist.

"Actually I'm parked in the alley behind the bar."

It was then that he noticed it, a wedding ring, a small diamond resting along a golden band that loosely moved along her pale finger.

He couldn't help but stare feeling the stupidity of his assumption that she wasn't taken.

"Yeah, ok let me just lock the front door."

The disappointment was unmistakable in his raspy voice as he lowered his head and bolted the entrance.

Briskly making his way to the back of the bar feeling like an asshole for waiting for her like a love sick teenager all this time he leaned into the heavy metal door with his shoulder pushing it hard until it swung open into the driving rain.

His frustration was obvious to her as she stood without her umbrella quickly getting soaked looking up at him noticing for the first time just how quickly he could change from being overly nice to seemingly dangerous.

None of this changed the fact that he was absolutely striking, his intensity was palpable, electric.

"Something wrong, you seem angry."

Shaking his head he raised his voice over the thunder crashing overhead.

"No, I just thought there was something, a connection… forget it, where's your car?"

This was her moment, her chance, the one decision that could sharply effect the course of her life.

Looking back at her SUV she heard her heart thumping in her ears and she knew, there would be no turning back.

Pushing him roughly against the brick façade of the dilapidated building she skimmed her small hand beneath his tee shirt grazing his tight stomach with the tips of her fingers.

Rising up on the toes of her boots she hovered over his parted lips as water droplets caught in her long eyelashes falling like tears along her flushed cheeks.

"You weren't wrong, I feel it too... we have to hurry, I don't have much time."

Her voice was urgent, desperate hinging on demanding as her gaze flickered from his now lust filled black eyes to her fingers as she struggled with the button on his jeans.

Swiping her hand away he flipped them so she was now pinned against the punishing rough stone.

Six weeks of fantasying of this moment, and two years of nothing but self gratification caused something to snap inside him as he breathed her in nipping at her bottom lip, licking her pretty mouth open devilishly until he tasted the sweetness of her tongue sliding hotly against his.

Rough hands pulled at the material that had fallen off her shoulder exposing her breast as he bent down taking the rosy bud between his lips sucking hard unforgivingly as she moaned softly tilting her head up to the stormy sky above.

Hearing her breathy whimpers drove him mad as he found her lips once more.

"Who are you…"

He breathed out as he ran his hands up the back of her thighs while pushing her soaking wet dress above her firm bottom.

His aggressiveness clearly took her by surprise.

It was as if she unleashed something fierce unexpected, opening a Pandora's Box of sorts as he tore at her panties demanding his question once more.

"Your name" He bellowed over the pounding rain as a streak of lightening flashed across his beautiful face.

Spinning her around so he was flushed against her back her cheek pressed hard against the harsh brick he kicked apart her legs.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he panted against the back of her neck sliding his fingertips agonizingly around her hips grazing her clit teasing her into answering him.

"Violet! My name is Violet!"

She felt the curve of his lips rise against the sensitive skin over her spine as he whispered her name again and again.

Violet dug her hands into the cement between the bricks as he slid his fingers along her in several long strokes from her soaked pussy to her clit as he worked to unzip his jeans pushing them down just passed his thighs.

Crying out as she began to come she pleaded for him unable to wait any longer.

"Come inside me, now… please."

Grazing his hard cock along her slit feeling her shiver against him he gripped her hips roughly holding her tight as he rocked against her.

His dark eyes fluttered shut as his mouth skimmed her ear straining for control.

"You're all I've thought about for weeks. I couldn't get you out of my head. All that time you barely even looked at me, and now this. What game are you playing? What is it that you want from me?"

Reaching back she gripped his drenched mass of curls in her hand as she moved her lips sinfully over his mouth.

"Please…"

With one hard thrust he slammed into her as the storm raged above them.

Years of destitute and isolation melted away as he groaned fiercely against her wet skin unable to control his almost viscous assault.

She was on fire, tight warm clenching around him instantly leaving him addicted to her in every way as he pounding faster and harder until he collapsed against her exhausted clutching her close to him.

Everything became very still as he clung to her wrapping his arms tightly around her panting against her neck trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

For several seconds all that could be heard was the repeated tapping of the continuous rain as it bounced off the asphalt beneath their feet.

Then slowly she slipped out from his arms stepping a few feet away from him to adjust her clothes.

Doing the same he turned to her watching as the sadness once again filled her eyes.

"Come back inside, dry off … we can talk."

Shaking her head she wrapped her arms around herself as she began to walk away from him.

"I have to go. This can't happen again. I'm sorry Tate."

Raking his wet hair from his eyes he remembered the ring, she was married.

That's when he noticed it, a quick flash of lightening illuminated dark purple finger marks around her neck.

As she started to walk towards her car he ran up behind her now almost afraid to touch her.

"Wait, that bruise on your neck… did your husband…"

Flipping her hair back to hide her marred skin she quickly opened her car door.

Thinking for a second he grabbed onto the door before she could close it.

"Violet, how did you know my name… I never – "

Turning the key she stared straight ahead jarring the door from his hand.

"Just leave it please. Forget about me. This was a mistake."

With her license plate already memorized in his head as she sped off he ran back inside grabbing a bat from behind the bar out of his mind with rage that her bastard husband had hurt her.

Whether she felt it was a mistake or not it was too late now.

Tate wasn't about to just let her go.