All Chapters of Shadows of Deception : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~*~“What?” “I thought you knew him.” “For a brief minute or two.”I shifted. “I’ll tell you this, Archer doesn't do favors for just anyone. I was surprised when Sinister said that Devereaux would help you." “He must have just thought of it as helping Sinister. I assure you it can't be me that he's helping.” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps.” I frowned in deep thought. For the entire drive back to Sinister’s house, I fought myself to stop thinking about things that didn't need to be thought about at this time. “This is where we part, Miss Becky.” Leighton smiled as he unlocked the car door. Getting out, I smelled gratefully, “Thank you, Marc.” As I was about to walk away, he called me. “Becky, be careful.” I smiled at the sincerity, “It’s my mantra, Marc.” “No, you don’t understand. These people are dangerous. You seem like a nice girl, Miss Grey. For some reason, I don’t know if you are involved with them, but just be cautious. Trust no one.” “I thought you were with them?” I frowned

~*~“Safe,” was all he stated, and parked in front of a house. He nodded to me to get out of the car as he also did and walked to the side garage.“James,” Marc called.The garage seemed a mess with all the car tools scattered. Someone seemed to be working on repairing a car here.“Novak, where you at man?” Marc called again, “We have a little company.”It wasn't that long until a man around the same age as Sinister walked out the door drinking a bottle of water. His chin-length hair framed his face perfectly well and tousled as the wind licked it. His face seemed youthful, yet his facial hair gave him a grungy yet oddly attractive maturity. He frowned, but his eyes read us for answers.“What's this about?” he knitted his eyebrows and turned his attention towards Marc.“Kid needs a car:”“We don't do charity, Marc.”“Just hear her out, James.”He looked at me again, slightly softening his expression, “What's your name?”“Becky,” I answered as I took my earrings off, “-Grey. And I'm no

~*~ “Well," I smiled teasingly, “That was something.” “Megan is not for me.” He answered. “Oh, so you have a type? I mean, she's beautiful though.” James gave a soft, short laugh, “You can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but if you're heart' is full of shit, that's not for me.”I honestly hadn't expected him to say something like that. It wasn't a ‘Sinister Response'. His way of thinking was so different from what I assumed it was.“Kid,” Marc called me as he poked his head out the door, “You all can come on in here if you like, I would like if you meet Martha.”I hesitated a bit, but James indicated to me that I should go.James got kept back with a phone call, so I followed Marc through the room and up a flight of stairs where we came to a cozy living area with a few doors to the side and a small open concept kitchen at the corner.“Oh this is lovely,” I smiled. The atmosphere gave such a welcoming hug.“Oh, you must be Becky!” a hearty voice called from behind me. A t

~*~ “Want to get a drink with me?”Taking a deep breath, I gave a small nod, “Sure,”“Okay,” I began as we sat at the table with our drinks, What was that all about?”“Which part?”“I’ll probably start with the most interesting part that doesn't involve me, but I'm curious as hell.” I smiled.“Ana-Maria?”“No, Violet.”There was a sudden look of anguish that washed across his face, but he hid it as he took a drink calmly and responded, “She meant everything to me, I'd never hurt her.”“Meant…?”“I need to start from the very beginning to help you understand Becky, starting with my parents,”For a second I wondered if I did the right thing by asking him about this, but James somehow had this willingness to relate his story to me.“I was born in Croatia,” he began, “My mother is Croatian and my father is Romanian. My father constantly left us to fulfill his work responsibilities elsewhere until one day I discovered my mother was becoming very ill and needed urgent treatment. We didn't

~^~You know how to drive right?" he suddenly asked me waiting for an answer, but continued anyway, “Doesn't matter. Take the wheel.”“What?”Before he even answered he scrolled down his window, grabbed a handgun from his kit, lunging himself halfway outside to aim at the chasers. Without another moment to spear, I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over to the driver's seat taking full control over the vehicle.“Keep driving!” I heard him shout to me as he hit his hand on the top of the car as a signal to me, “And don't turn back for me.”Gunshots aimed at us as I continued to drive faster and faster. James climbed out of the car completely, and I could hear his footsteps on the roof of the car while the sound of gunshots obstructed my hearing. From the rearview mirror, I noted James, jump onto one of the cars and kick the driver out. I was honestly amused. He's such a badass. This random twat driver suddenly appeared in front of me, causing me to take a sharp turn while he aimed a gu