Today we continue the main story-line starting with the part 1 of book 2. I hope you will enjoy it!
She had been here before. New York had been the place where her father had sent her away twice before, once when she was 15 then again when she was 18. She had been banished from her home each time and sentenced to live with her aging grandparents in New York’s Chinatown.
She had only been allowed outside of their tiny apartment in Columbus Park to get groceries and attend her tutor’s home. Just because she had almost disgraced her family didn’t mean she was allowed to neglect her studies. Had she paid more attention to them she may not have found herself in such an inappropriate state according to her father. Everything in Chinatown was close and Lady Tarragon hated it. Each time she was allowed out on those visits she would be timed to be sure she as behaving appropriately.
“There is no way in hell I am living in this pathetic area again.” She muttered to herself in the backseat of a cab headed towards her grand parent’s neighborhood.
As her grandfather and grandmother enjoyed their afternoon tea their old rotary phone rang in the hall. At the exact moment her grandfather started to rise from his chair a bullet ripped through the picture window of their apartment striking the elderly man directly in the right temple sending him flying out of his chair and leaving him in a pool of red on his dining room floor.
Her grandmother rose out of her chair as if in slow motion, mouth a gasp in a combination of shock and horror as another bullet tore through the window and planted itself in her left temple. The woman fell on the floor facing her dead husband as the phone in the hall continued to ring.
“Well that takes care of that” lady Tarragon said to herself as she started disassembling her sniper rifle “no need for them to find out what I have done. Besides they are the only ones here that know my real name.”
Feeling pleased with herself Lady T headed down the fire escape on the building across the street from her grandparents old apartment and hailed a cab to Lower Manhattan.
As she sat silently smiling in the back of the cab her smugness was briefly interrupted when she caught the cab driver staring at her through his rear-view mirror. It wasn’t that she was intimidated by him it was just annoying the way he was looking at her. It was a deep stare that confused and intrigued her at the same time.
“Stop staring at me and drive the stupid cab you freak!” she yelled at the cabbie.
The small man with jet black hair and tiny glasses smiled back at her. “Whatever you say ma’am, you’re the boss.” He then focused his gaze on the stop and go downtown New York traffic.
“That’s right and don’t forget it!” Lady Tarragon yelled again.
“Oh don’t worry I won’t” replied the cabbie with a twisted smile on his face as he pulled over to the side of the road. “Get out of my cab. This ride is on me. See you around Lady.”
Lady Tarragon got out of the cab muttering to herself about the working class and how they should be taught to behave more appropriately when in her presence.
“They will all get theirs eventually” she thought as she headed into Soho.
(To be continued…)
That’s it for today! The next two stories from book two will be published the week of 11/07/2016, next week. We will continue publishing two new stories every week leading up to the anticipated Project-X announcement.
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