ANDY – The day my bank was robbed by six masked men was the worst day of my life. The next day, I lost my job for not following protocol during the robbery. Eventually, I found a new job. Luckily, it was right next door to the sexiest man I'd ever met. His name was Baker. He was a biker, a badass, and he was sex on a stick.
BAKER – Six months after my MC robbed a bank, a familiar face moved in next door - the manager of the bank we'd robbed. She had no idea who I was, but I never forgot the faces of my victims. Especially when they were as smokin' hot as she was.
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Swallowing my fear would be step one. I could talk in circles – and easily buy a few hours of time – if I could get past my dry tongue and the knot in my throat that was choking me from speaking.
“Hurting me won’t…be…it won’t be necessary,” I stammered. “I’ll comply.” The bitter taste of the inevitable rose in my throat. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and swallowed heavily. “I can assure you that you won’t…you won’t have to--”
“I won’t have to what?” He spat. He waved the barrel of the pistol at me. “To protect me and my brothers, I’ll do whatever I have to, believe me. I can’t risk forfeiting the time we’ve put into this operation.”
“I have no…I’ve got…I don’t know what you want,” I murmured.
“You’re going to talk,” he said through his teeth. “Believe me, you’ll talk, or you’ll wish you had.”
“Just tell me…just tell me what you want to know.” The words got stuck in my throat, and I began to softly cry. I swallowed hard. “I’ll…I’ll do my best.”
He glared at me. With each swing of the clock’s pendulum, his eyes thinned a little more. “Tell me what you know about the operation. Every word you’ve overheard. What you know, and what you think you know. Everything.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. “I don’t know anything,” I whispered. “I swear. He doesn’t tell me--”
He stepped so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. Then, he raised the pistol and pointed it at my head. “Why are you in here snooping around?”
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Already translated.
Translated by Andrea Luri Abe
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Author review: Andrea Luri Abe was excellent to work with. She translated the book in much less time than anticipated. and did a wonderful job of making certain that the translation was accurate, and not simply 'translated'. The world of translating books (And Babelcube) is a better place because of people like her. Not only will I do business with her again, I pray she decides to translate the remainder of my 50 books. At least the rest in this series, anyway. Great job, Andrea! |
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by MARIA GLORIA GARCIA MENENDEZ
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