Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

gonna reach for my wallet slowly.”
The man behind him doesn’t move a muscle. I can’t tell if he’s reassured by Lance’s calm
demeanor, or if he even cares less.
Lance takes his wallet out, but instead of handing it over, he takes out the cash and passes it back
over his shoulder without looking. “There. You can take it and go. We don’t want any trouble.”
Rather than let him go, the man crooks a finger and says, “Come over here, sweetheart.”
Me?
Of course me, he’s not calling Lance sweetheart.
I swallow hard, then slowly take a couple of steps forward.
“Like he said,” I say, my voice wobbling. “We really don’t want any trouble.”
“No heroes here,” Lance agrees. “Go ahead and leave, we just want to go home.”
“Give me your purse,” the hooded man says.
There’s something about his voice that feels familiar. Like I’ve heard it before, but I can’t quite
place it.
I start to hand over my purse, but instead of taking it, the man grabs me, turns me around, and
locks me against his chest. A half scream escapes me before he gets his hand over my mouth.
“Shh, no screaming. You scream, I shoot your boyfriend in the throat, that’s how this works.”
My heart plummets.
We’ve traded places now. I’m the one with my back to the hooded figure and Lance backs closer
to the wall.
Lance is tall, taller than the other guy, but I’m not. I’m smaller and easier to control, I guess,
because he was pretty hands-off with Lance, but now that he has a hold of me, he’s a lot more touchy
feely. Mostly he’s just holding me back against him, but rather than point the gun at my temple, he
drags the barrel down my chest until it rests right between my cleavage.
“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing there, sweetheart.”
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Nodding at Lance, he asks, “What’s your name?”
“Lance.”
“Lance. You’ve got a nice little girlfriend here, Lance. Do you mind if I cop a feel?”
“Um…” Lance has never been this uncomfortable. I have. “I… I don’t… She’s not really my
girlfriend.”