Page 1 of My Escape

RHETT

“Are you sure this is going to work?” I stroked Grace’s cheek as we laid on my bed together. We’d spent the afternoon making out in my bedroom and I had a major case of blue balls.

I wanted to sleep with Grace so bad but she insisted we wait until we were married. Or at least living together. Sometimes I laughed and shook my head at her silly romantic notions, but deep down, it was one of the many reasons I fell in love with her despite the fact that I never should have.

I was a sinner and Grace was nothing but a saint.

She lifted her head and looked at me with her dark eyes. I swore they were as dark as night sometimes. She rested her chin on my chest. “It will work if you follow my plan, silly.”

Grace climbed on top of me and I stuck my hands in the back pockets of her jeans, cupping her ass and pressing her against me so she could feel what she did to me. She braced herself up with her hands on either side of my head, her long black hair hanging down and almost touching my face. Her lips were swollen from all of our kissing.

“I love you, Rhett Russo. And we’re going to be together forever.” Grace kissed my lips softly before jumping off of me. “I have to go. DAddy’s party is tonight. That’s why this will work. He’ll be so distracted, he won’t even notice I’m missing until I’m long gone.

She slipped on her shoes and I sat up, running my hands through my hair and sighing. “I’ll meet you at our place, right?”

Grace nodded as she checked herself in the mirror in my room. She never looked sexier than she did when we were done making out and her hair was messy. Grace looked satisfied and happy. I planned to keep her that way for the rest of our lives.

“I’ll see you soon.” She kissed my lips. “I love you.”

As Grace started to pull away, I grabbed her and pulled her between my legs for another long kiss. She was so sure this plan to run away was going to work tonight, but I had my misgivings and a bad feeling was forming in the pit of my stomach. I kept dismissing it as nerves, but my intuition was rarely wrong.

“I love you too, Grace Jones.”

She backed up with a smile before turning to go out the door of my bedroom in my tiny apartment. I started to follow her but she was out the door before I could say another word.

I went to the fridge to get a beer and sat down on my couch with a sigh. I would take another shower and jack off to thoughts of Grace’s lips around my cock or how it would feel when I was finally balls deep inside of that virgin pussy of hers.

Most guys I hung around that were twenty-one like me were out fucking everything in a skirt, but I was jacking off, waiting for the princess that I’d fallen in love with.

Grace was only eighteen and the daughter of the mayor. He had a promising political career and her daddy would freak out if he found out she was in love with a criminal like I was.

I worked for the local mafia as an assassin and did other various dirty jobs that needed to be done. We couldn’t be more opposite.

We met at a party. Somehow one of her friends heard about this party and got them invited. We met out on the dance floor and I’d been smitten ever since. We hung out mostly in secret. My friends would freak out as well if they knew I was involved with someone like Grace. It was easier for both of us if we kept our relationship on the down low.

But we were done hiding. We wanted to be together forever. Grace had graduated high school a couple of months ago and she convinced me we should run away together. I argued at first but I’d fallen in love with her and soon realized that would be our only chance at being together forever. I would never get her dad’s approval.

Grace didn’t know it, but her dad was a dirty politician. My boss had him on his payroll and he was a snake and a slimeball. I had to bite my tongue so hard when Grace would talk about how great he was but that he wouldn’t like me given my affiliation and job, when he was worse than I was a million times over.

I wasn’t going to be the one to shatter Grace’s world and tell her otherwise.

There was a knock on my apartment door. I set my beer down and went to answer the door. There stood my best friend Mario.

Mario was the only person that knew about Grace. We’d been friends since preschool and I couldn’t not tell him. He constantly told me I was in over my head and someone was going to get hurt. I used to blow him off, but with the uneasy feeling I had tonight, I realized he may have been on to something.

“Hey man, we have to talk.” Mario walked right past me and sat down on the chair.

“Hello to you too,” I muttered and followed him, sitting back down on the couch and taking a long drink of my beer. We’d been told we would have a job for tonight, and were waiting to hear the details.

Mario ran his hands through his hair. “You are never going to believe who the target is tonight.” His eyes were wide and I’d never seen him upset like this.

My heart dropped and I shook my head. “No, don’t say it.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, Rhett. Tonight’s target is Grace and her dad - her whole family.”

Just like that, my whole world was turned upside down.