Tall, Dark and Paranormal: 10 Thrilling Tales of Sexy Alpha Bad Boys

by Opal Carew

  She drew up the rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

  The first bullet struck Santiago high up on one shoulder. The bullet did as much damage as a BB might.

  Her next shot went wide from the kick of the rifle and Santiago lurched in her direction.

  Caterina raced deeper into the shadows so she could prepare to shoot again. Her body color changed as she ran, providing her cover, but as she cut across the room, she stepped into something wet and slippery.

  Her feet flew out from under her and she landed hard, just a few feet away from the chair holding Liliana.

  Santiago rounded the back of the chair and stopped short, searching the area for her.

  Caterina held her breath, waiting for him to charge. Trying to figure out what to do next. She hoped she could get the rifle up in time to get off another round.

  From across the room came the scuffle of a footstep and a pained breath.

  Mick was on his feet, the wall behind him the one thing that seemed to be keeping him upright.

  Santiago turned in that direction and laughed. The large loud laugh of a lunatic. It echoed eerily throughout the room until another smaller sound intruded.

  A soft pop. No louder than a soda can opening. Followed by a second pop that finally silenced Santiago’s insane humor.

  The colossal man landed barely a yard away from her, shaking the ground with the force of his impact, a neat round hole in the middle of his forehead.

  Caterina scrambled to her feet and over to where Mick slowly sagged back down the wall. She kneeled beside him and reined herself in, regaining the normal human tones of her skin.

  “Must be in heaven ’cuz I see an angel,” Mick said, wincing since it seemed every breath cost him great effort. The deep rattle that came from his chest caused her heart to constrict with fear as did his slightly unfocused gaze and the blood on the wall behind his head.

  “We need to get you to a hospital.”

  A limp and ungraceful nod confirmed that Mick understood, but somehow he managed to say, “Liliana.”

  “Give me a second to dress.” Caterina left him the rifle just in case and quickly retrieved her clothes, along with his satchel.

  She returned to Mick’s side, eased his arm around her shoulders, and helped him to his feet, but she sensed what it cost him. Mick leaned on her heavily and his breath rasped in his chest, each inhalation clearly paining him.

  With heavy plodding steps they approached the chair to which Liliana was strapped, but as they neared the figure in the shadows, fear increased with every step.

  The large amount of blood behind the chair became apparent as did the awkward angle of the person’s head.

  But as they took another step, they stopped short, realizing the person was much larger than Liliana and was wearing a dark khaki shirt with olive green pants.

  “It’s a park ranger. She’s not here,” Caterina said, glancing up at Mick only to see the despair nearly overcome him before he controlled his emotions.

  “She’s here. I know it. He’d want to keep her close,” he answered and applied light pressure on her arm to guide her in the direction from where Santiago had emerged.

  “To use her as bait again?” she asked and worried at the way he leaned on her, barely able to remain upright.

  “He’d ... want ... play ... with her.” It was a sacrifice for him to speak and with each word came a fearsome rattle from deep in his chest.

  Caterina didn’t ask anymore, providing him with the strength he needed to take each painful step down the hall until they came to another rusted door.

  Mick leaned against the wall heavily and took out his gun. His hand shook as he did so and as their gazes met, Caterina understood.

  “Let me have it. I promise not to miss this time,” she said.

  He didn’t argue, handing the Glock to her.

  Caterina approached the entrance. It was ajar and a spill of low light fell into the tunnel. Gingerly she opened the rusty door which creaked with the movement.

  She waited, thinking the noise might have given away her presence, but nothing happened.

  Pushing the door wider, she copied what she had seen Mick do earlier, staying low as she peered within to scope out the room.

  In the center, someone was strapped to a chair, head of dark hair slumped down toward their chest. Fear crept within her and as it did so, the strange halo sight took over, outlining the figure in the chair with an aura and filling it with colors – the colors of warmth and life, she realized.

  As she glanced all around the room, she realized no one else was there and entered, the halo sight receding as she did so.

  “Liliana?” she asked as she approached and the person’s head popped up.

  A mumbled sound escaped the person and Caterina took another step closer and realized that this time it was Mick’s sister.

  Caterina rushed over and kneeled before her. Carefully removed the duct tape over Liliana’s mouth. She tried to avoid the sight of Liliana’s naked breasts and the bruises on her face as she said, “Are you okay?”

  “Never better if you and Mick are here,” Liliana said and glanced toward the door, as if expecting her brother to enter.

  “He’s hurt bad,” Caterina advised and looked around for some way to cut the tape binding Liliana to the chair. A short distance away a long knife rested by the door. She grabbed it and made short work of the bindings.

  Liliana rose stiffly and tied her shirt front together, trying to hide her condition. While she did so, she asked, “What happened?”

  “A park ranger is dead along with Mad Dog and another of the gene therapy patients.” As Caterina spoke, she urged Liliana to follow her and they hurried back to Mick’s side.

  As they rushed through the door, they spotted Mick slumped against the wall. His labored breathing was louder than before and a sickly pallor had replaced the healthy tones of his skin.

  Liliana kneeled before her brother and gently eased his head up. He opened his eyes and looked at her, but Caterina could see his gaze was unfocused.

  “You’re safe,” he said and coughed, bringing up rich red blood.

  Liliana nodded and gently swiped away the blood along the side of his mouth. “I’m okay and you’re going to be okay as well, Mick.”

  Together they helped him to his feet, but as her gaze crossed Liliana’s, Caterina realized how concerned Mick’s sister was about Mick’s injuries.

  Carefully they picked their way back, avoiding the pit of the missile silo. Gingerly walking over the trip wire.

  From some distance away, Mick instructed Caterina on how to trip the booby trap to protect anyone who might enter the tunnel. The small explosion that followed brought down part of the tunnel wall and would have trapped them beneath the debris if they had tripped it on the way in.

  With the area safe, they moved as quickly as they could back toward the Wrangler and laid Mick in the small jump seat area, Liliana kneeling beside him.

  Caterina took the wheel, aware that she had to get him medical help.

  * * *

  Liliana braced Mick’s body against hers in the back of the vehicle, trying to keep him steady. She was certain he had broken a rib or two and possibly punctured a lung. She wanted to avoid doing any more damage by the errant motion of the SUV. He seemed weaker with each passing moment, but he held onto consciousness somehow as Caterina drove up onto the nearby public road, obviously aware that Mick couldn’t handle a jostling ride along the surf’s edge.

  “Hold on, Mick. We’ll get you help soon,” Liliana said, feeling his pain as if it were her own. Aware that he had once again sacrificed himself for her.

  * * *

  “I’m ... okay,” Mick said, registering the mixture of guilt and concern in his sister’s voice. Not wanting her to feel responsible for what had happened.

  But even on the smoother public road, every movement brought pain.

  Mick gritted his teeth to contain the agony. His broken ribs were
grating together with every bump. His labored breath and the blood he coughed up once again confirmed to him that one of his ribs had damaged his lung. His ears were ringing and he realized he had a concussion, maybe even a skull fracture.

  I’m done for sure, Mick thought as he fumbled to extract his cell phone from his pocket. Somehow he managed to hand it to Liliana as his fingers slowly went numb. His extremities were cold from shock and the blood filling his lung, drowning him, and making each breath laborious.

  But the mission was also done. And it had been a success because both Caterina and Liliana were safe.

  “I’m going home,” Mick said to his sister, satisfied that he had completed the mission he had been meant to do. Feeling freer than he ever had as he allowed himself to slip into the darkness calling him.

  * * *

  Liliana watched helplessly as Mick lost consciousness. Tears complicated making the phone call, obscuring her vision, but she somehow speed-dialed Ramon. Fighting back the tears, she explained where to find Mad Dog and the others.

  “Where are you now?” Ramon asked.

  “Hartshorne. Heading to the Highlands,” she said and shot a glance at Caterina as she drove.

  “I’m going to give you directions to the hospital,” Liliana yelled to Caterina against the road noise as she took a quick look at her brother before returning her attention to Ramon.

  “Meet us there, Ramon. But I need a promise from you.”

  Her cousin hesitated. “I can’t make any promises, Lil. Bring them in and we’ll figure out what to do.”

  She shot another glance at Caterina, who seemed to have overheard a snippet of the conversation.

  “I don’t care who’s looking for me. We’re going to the hospital,” Caterina shouted back over the din from the wind whipping into the open vehicle.

  Somehow Liliana had never had a doubt that’s what Caterina would say because Caterina loved Mick. Liliana had never been more certain of anything else in her life.

  “We’re on our way, Ramon,” she said, hung up the phone and took Mick’s limp hand in hers, praying that it wasn’t too late.

  Liliana had no doubt her bother cared for Caterina as well and hoped the two of them would have time to be able to share that love.

  Chapter 40

  A steady throb behind his eyeballs kept pace with the repetitive electronic beep nearby.

  Mick cracked open his eyes and a gentle familiar touch on his hand told him he was not alone.

  “Cat?” he asked and suddenly she was standing above him, her beautiful face filling his vision.

  “I’m here, Mick,” Caterina said and he tried to smile, but his lips were dry and pulled with the motion.

  She quickly offered up some ice chips to wet his lips and parched throat.

  “Thank you.” Turning his head, he realized he was in a hospital bed with an assortment of tubes and wires attached to him.

  He tried to move, but his body was stiff and painful. Wincing, he asked, “How long have I been here?”

  “A little over a day, love,” she said and offered him some more ice chips, but he shook his head, which only created an intense well of pain in the middle of his skull.

  “Easy, Mick. You have a hairline skull fracture and concussion. Several broken ribs and a punctured lung. You almost didn’t make it.”

  He should have been thankful that’s all it was because he remembered feeling as if a Mack truck had run him down. But the pain of that blow was mitigated by the knowledge that he had found his sister.

  “Liliana,” he said, not realizing he had said it out loud until Caterina replied.

  “She had to leave a few hours ago to do her rounds, but she’ll be back.”

  “How are you?” he asked and closed his eyes, the light in the room too bright to his concussion-sensitized sight.

  Caterina ran a cool hand across the side of his face and said, “I’m fine. When we brought you to the hospital your cousin Ramon was waiting for us. I explained what happened.”

  “He called in the Feds,” Mick jumped in, recalling the dead park ranger.

  “As well as the local and Camden PDs,” he heard and opened his eyes to see Ramon strolling in, wearing his summer khakis, his sheriff’s hat in hand.

  Ramon came to stand by the railing of his bed and shot a smile at Caterina. “Glad to see you decided to join us.”

  “What’s going on?” he asked his cousin.

  Ramon’s lips tightened into a thin line before he said, “Feds are coordinating with the locals since it seems the MO for the park ranger’s murder is the same as for Wells. There’s also a DNA match to the goon you plugged between the eyes.”

  “Santiago,” Caterina said and the name struck a discordant chord with his cousin.

  “Rob Santiago the cop killer. Seems they reduced his sentence if he agreed to participate in the Wardwell study.”

  “Son-of-a-bitch,” Mick cursed and glanced at Caterina. “You saved my life. You and Lil.”

  She twined her fingers with his. “I couldn’t lose you.”

  Mick tightened his hold on her hand and faced Ramon once again. “Cat didn’t kill Wells.”

  “Caterina’s been released on my recognizance, but I suspect they’ll be dropping all charges shortly,” Ramon advised.

  Mick’s major mission had been accomplished, but something still gnawed at his gut. “Did you get Edwards and Morales?”

  Ramon looked away, unable to hold his gaze and Mick repeated, “Did you, Ramon?”

  His cousin jiggled his hat up and down in his hand before finally meeting his gaze. “Edwards and Morales have disappeared along with the remaining four patients in the gene therapy program. They’ll need lots of space and equipment. It’ll make it hard for them to hide for long.”

  Mick thought about how much money Edwards had paid him and Franklin. How much they must have offered Mad Dog to eliminate all of them. With that much money they could hide for a very long time.

  “Those families need closure. Someone’s got to find the missing patients.”

  Caterina echoed Mick’s sentiment. “Someone will.”

  Ramon nodded. “Definitely. And soon. Trust me.”

  Mick glanced at Caterina and knew she understood. After Ramon excused himself, he squeezed her hand and said, “I’m glad things worked out for you.”

  A confused look crossed her face. “That’s sounding a bit too much like a brush off.”

  Mick shrugged. A big mistake as pain lanced through his side, but he bit back a groan and said, “You and Liliana are safe now. You’ll be able to go back to your regular life.”

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  Now it was his turn to be confused. “Your music is your life.”

  Caterina nodded, pulled her hair back from her face, and trained those stunning blue eyes on his face. “Music is a big part of my life, but I’ve found something else I want in my life, too. Something that makes it complete.”

  Mick’s heartbeat did a funky beat that registered on the monitors, drawing Caterina’s attention to the machines. “You okay? Should I get a doctor?”

  “Actually, if I’m the something else you want, I think you should go get a priest.”

  Caterina narrowed her eyes and examined his face.

  “A priest?” she repeated.

  Mick allowed a slow grin to spread across his face as he said, “Well, I’ve either died and should get last rites or I need to make this relationship more permanent before you change your mind.”

  Caterina chuckled and shook her head, sending her long dark locks shifting with the motion. “Not what I would call a romantic proposal.”

  “I love you, Cat. Heart and soul. Flesh and bone. Every part of me is yours.”

  Caterina stood and bent over him, her lips barely an inch from his. “I love you, Mick. You are the music of my heart and I never want to be without you.”

  She closed the distance and kissed him, her lips warm and mobile against his. The intens
ity of the kiss growing until a cough sounded from the doorway, yanking Caterina away from him.

  Caterina jerked upright and turned, but slipped her hand back into Mick’s.

  His mother stood at the door, bracketed by two men who could only be his father and brother since the resemblance was so strong. Liliana had called them as soon as they knew Mick was out of the woods, but it had taken some time for them to return home from Chicago.

  From the worry etched on his mother’s face, hearing the news about Mick’s injuries had clearly taken a toll on her.

  “Mariel,” Caterina said and walked toward the woman, took her hands in hers, and offered a reassuring squeeze. “He’s feeling better than he looks.”

  “Good, because he looks like shit,” said the man she had surmised to be his younger brother.

  “Mi’jito, watch your language. Caterina this is Antonio.”

  “Tony will do,” he said, a broad welcoming smile on his face. “Are you Mick’s girl?”

  Mick’s girl, she thought and shot a half glance over her shoulder at Mick before returning her attention to his family.

  “Actually I’m Mick’s fiancée, that is if you approve,” Caterina said and watched as surprise flickered across the faces of the three.

  It was his father who finally mustered that shock and spoke up. “Welcome to the family, mi’jita.”

  Epilogue

  One month later

  The summer sun beat down mercilessly and not even the tinted windows on the SUV could fight back its assault. The heat in the interior of the vehicle had been steadily growing as Morales sat there, waiting for them. Slowly baking while the three of them were probably off somewhere cool.

  He drove his thoughts away from the heat. Ignored the trickle of sweat down the side of his face as he told himself that they were bound to arrive soon.