Chapter fifty-three

Abbey was ecstatic to be back at the penthouse.  Why wouldn’t she?  Here there were no mice, no roaches, no loud and violent neighbors.  There was clean and luxurious peace and quiet with the most incredible man in the world.

The first item on Abbeys agenda was a bath.  She filled the enormous marble tub with hot water then eased herself into its liquid warmth.  She turned on the jets and closed her eyes to relax.  Her eyes slit open as she felt the water in the tub displace finding her naked husband sinking into the tub beside her.  Hmmm…this bath couldn’t get better.

After their bath Sloan held up his Sunday morning tradition, making Abbey her favorite French toast breakfast.  The rest of the day they did couple things.  They took a trip to Central Park and then Rockefeller Center.  Sloan grilled steaks with Robert on the patio, laughing and drinking beer as Abbey prepared potatoes and a huge lettuce salad to go with it.

Sloan was up with Abbey the next morning preparing for a short trip to San Francisco.  Abbey seriously doubted they could share the bathroom to get ready.  She was delighted to be wrong.  They shared the bathroom space like they had been married for years.

Abbey also dreaded being alone again.  She hated being without Sloan, even if it was only overnight.  She even whimpered when he kissed her goodbye.

But this time instead of Robert staying behind Gordon remained with her.  As Abbey slid into the back of the Hummer after a long day of work, Gordon informed her of her evening plans.

Abbey wasn’t going to spend a lonely night in the empty penthouse.  Gordon intended to treat her to dinner then to a play on Broadway he was looking forward to seeing.  Once they arrived at the penthouse Abbey hurried to clean away the diner filth and dress for a night out.

Abbey had a wonderful night out with the older gentleman.  Dinner was delicious and the play was incredible.  But best of all she learned more about Sloan, especially when he was younger.  Gordon bragged as if he were Sloan’s father.  Sloan came into Gordon’s life when he was 10 years old.  Just as he was now Sloan was single minded, focused and determined.  But as any boy he was mischievous.  His pranks often had an artistic flair.  At that time Gordon saw the artist in Sloan.

While Gordon related his stories, Abbey could sense he was guarding something.  None of his tales were very in-depth and none of them contained Sloan’s biological family.  Was Sloan an orphan?

Just like Robert’s outburst when Abbey confessed Googling Sloan, Gordon’s vague stories protected a deeper, darker secret far more sinister than Sloan being gay.  And Abbey was terrified to ask.

Sloan was home before Abbey got home from work Tuesday and things went back to normal.

And now it was Wednesday.  Abbey wiped the diner countertop as she slipped from her thoughts.  She looked around the restaurant, gazing lovingly at the nostalgia on the white walls, the 50’s style booths, the tile floor.  As much as she loved the place and Barker it was time to go.  It wouldn’t be long before the editors would approve of Sloan and her new book and it would be released on the market.  The royalties would soon be flowing in.

And Abbey ached to spend more time with Sloan.  She was tired of fighting with him about this job.  She didn’t want to fight with him period.

Abbey looked up as the door opened.  Two men walked in.  They were both stocky dressed in jeans and dark hoodies that covered their heads.  It was difficult to make out their faces beneath the hoods.

“May I help you?” Abbey greeted cheerfully.

A lump lodged in Abbey’s throat as she stared into the barrel of the gun.

“Empty the register,” the tallest of the demanded.

Instinctively Abbey’s eyes darted towards the kitchen.  She was torn by the fear of dying and the guilt of giving them money that wasn’t hers.  Barker stood in the doorway, his hands raised obediently.

“Do as he says,” Barker instructed gently.

Abbey’s hands shook as she tapped the button to open the cash register.  She quickly scooped the dollar bills from each slot and shuffled them together.  She quickly handed them to the thieves.

“Let’s go,” the smaller thief warned.

Beneath the hood Abbey could see the evil, leering grin on the taller thief’s face.  It terrified her.

“I know you,” the thief hissed.  “You live in my building.  You’re that rich bitch that leaves in that Hummer.”

The taller thief sauntered around the counter.  He looped his finger into the neck of Abbey’s waitress uniform, tugging her to him.  He kept his finger tucked between Abbey’s breasts as he looked down at Abbey’s lapel, his eyes resting on her gold shamrock pin.

“You must have a rich daddy,” he crooned to Abbey.  “Give me that.”

“No,” Abbey whimpered as she struggled away from his intruding finger.

The thief pulled her until her body was pressed close to her.  “Then I’ll take what you give your rich daddy.”  He pointed to the tile floor behind the counter.  “Right here.”

A sob escaped Abbey’s throat.  The smaller of the thieves perked up, his ears scanning the air.  “Jack, I hear sirens.  We have to go.”

Abbey watched the taller thief snarl at Barker.  Her sight was blurred by excruciating pain as the butt of the gun slammed against her temple. She crumpled to the ground as she clasped her head in her hands.

“I’m coming for you, bitch,” the thief’s voice spat.  “I know where you live.  Be ready for me tonight.”

Abbey heard the diner door close.  A moment later she felt herself being propped against a large body.

“Abigail, are you alright?” Barker pleaded as he ran his large calloused finders over Abbey’s temple.  Abbey forced herself to nod yes even thought she felt far from alright.

As Abbey’s eyes cleared she could see police swarm the diner.  Barker waved them over to her.  As several officers surrounded Abbey to examine her, Barker reached behind the counter.  He pulled Abbey’s cell phone out and slipped off to the kitchen as he searched the address book of the phone.  Barker cast one last glance at the injured, deflated Abbey before he pressed send.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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