Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

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Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

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Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

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Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

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Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf

Eyes In The Mirror
Freedom Series (Book 1)

Prologue

Trapped in an abusive relationship Miranda is forced to make a choice that will forever change her destiny. She will lose her life or her identity, she can’t have both. Fear and hesitation almost broke her but she finally found the courage to escape to freedom.

Rafe is more than simply a bully. He is the head of one of London’s’ most feared organised crime cartels. He cannot believe that his little pigeon, Miranda would dare to leave him and leaves no stone unturned to find her and bring her home where she belongs. She deserves to be punished.

When finally information comes to light about her whereabouts, more than one person is looking for Miranda.

Darin Ryder, a Detective, is investigating names found on the website of an identity theft gang that was recently discovered. He turns up at Mirandas’ place of work and sparks fly. His investigation suddenly takes on a much more personal meaning and a betrayal puts Miranda in danger. Can ‘Ryder’ save her before Rafe gets her in his sights? Will either of them be a match for someone else who has also been watching and waiting? Read on to discover what happens.

EYES IN THE MIRROR
Chapter One

‘I free my soul upon the wind
To fly amongst the clouds
And shield me from the man in black
Who stalks me like a shroud’

********

To find myself I have to lose myself….

Miranda Bartlett looked down at the words of her latest diary entry. The stark truth that she had run from for so long was staring her in the face. She looked into the mirror and the eyes staring back looked desolate. Could she do it? Could she lose the last but most important part of who she was? Her name? Looking again at those eyes in the mirror “I am still me” she said to herself. The eyes stared back, void of any answer. “No matter what name I use I am still me underneath it all”

A noise, a door opening, spun her into a maelstrom of sheer terror. Hands trembling, she placed the diary into the hiding place she had made underneath the bottom shelf of the bathroom sink cupboard, quickly pushing the board back into place. Discovery was simply not an option.

Re-arranging the assorted bottles hastily, Miranda pulled at her panties with one hand and sat down abruptly on the toilet. Her heart hammered as she listened to each footstep coming closer. The creak of the bedroom door alerted her to his presence in the room beyond. Flushing the toilet to let him know she was within; she took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom.

Rafe stood in front of the dressing table taking off his shirt revealing the chiselled torso that had once made her mouth water with desire. His smooth, hard pecs reflected in the mirror reminded her of the kind of poster that teenage girls pinned to their wall, an unobtainable fantasy. If only they knew that under that glorious skin lay a darkness that would make most of them pee their pants. Miranda knew that beauty was definitely only skin deep. If you couldn’t see beneath then you gambled with your life.

For one sad, fleeting moment she wished he was the man she had imagined he could be. Now the muscles that rippled with his movement, instead of arousing her, brought only echoes of the pain they had caused. His physical beauty hid the blackness of the monster that lived beneath, ready to rear up at the slightest provocation.

The roughness that had once excited her now elicited nothing more than bone deep fear. It was the only emotion that she had left for the man; he had killed everything else punch by ruthless punch. Had there ever been any tenderness? Maybe once, but it had been short lived. Rafe was a man who needed control, and controlling Miranda was his greatest pleasure. She had lost control of her own life the minute Rafe had decided she belonged to him. There had never really been much in the way of a choice on her part. Now she was trapped, like a bird in a cage, the freedom to do what she liked long gone.

As she watched him in the mirror she wondered what made him tick. It was something she had tried to figure out over the months. All she really knew was that he had built up an empire around him, a well oiled machine of clubs, drug distribution and protection rackets. The lower a person fell, the more profitable they were to Rafe. His only problem was that there was always someone out there looking to take over his territory. His paranoia on this front knew no bounds. He could not rest, could show no fear.

The constant struggle to remain at the top of the food chain pushed his limits to the extreme, and when those limits stretched beyond endurance, she was always there as his own personal punch bag. Oh, there were the protestations of love, yet Miranda knew soul deep that Rafe had never really known what real love was all about. Deep down he was more broken than she was. Secure in his ownership of her, there was no more pretence now. He didn’t even try to hide the details of his business from her anymore. After all, where could she go that she would be safe?

She inhaled a long, deep breath. Claiming her life back would take very careful planning. It was literally a matter of life or death. In truth there was no real choice. A short life, lived to the full was better than the lingering death she was living now, even if she survived the physical abuse, her soul was terminally bleeding out.

It was time now for operation ‘Freedom Run’ as she liked to call it, to begin. The ‘yes’ men and bodyguards surrounding Rafe would do anything he asked of them, some because they enjoyed it, and others because they had no choice.

The business Rafe dealt in attracted those with no morals, the dregs of society who relished the cruelty of the underworld, others simply owed him a debt they could never repay, and if they ever realised this and tried to break free, they soon learned their mistake. Most were too far gone into their addictions or vice to ever be free again, and many ended their days in a blissful high. The only grief shown by Rafe was for the loss of a regular customer.

Over the last two years Miranda had learned to keep her eyes down and her mouth well and truly shut. She obeyed every command and followed every rule. This didn’t always save her, a perceived misdemeanour could always be found if he felt the need to punish, which was more and more often of late. There were also the little reminders of what happened to anyone who dared to oppose him. Vulgar abuses of human rights that left her sick to her stomach. Not that she could show it.

Miranda had become adept at hiding her own injuries and even better at showing a stoic face when around others.

Rafe also had other ways in which to keep her at heel, remembering with a shudder one particular evening, forced to watch as a man had his kneecaps obliterated with a hammer for refusing to pay the protection money that would have left his family without food. Instead, he was left at the side of the road, so badly damaged that he was no longer able to work, his wife threatened with a fate too monstrous to describe. The man’s business had been ‘Sold’ to Rafe at a bargain price and the destroyed couple forgotten as the business of the next day began. There were others, those whose fate she had not witnessed that had never been seen again. It was best not to think about those. There were enough nightmares disturbing her sleep.

 IF YOU LIKED THIS SNEAK PREVIEW AND WANT DETAILS OF THE LAUNCH PLEASE EMAIL rdm_author@outlook.com and title your email ‘I SEE YOU’ and I will be happy to send more updates. Your comments are also most welcome good or bad.  Many thanks from AmesWorld XX

– See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/15937#sthash.81NCP1kh.dpuf