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Authors: Victoria Villeneuve
Sweet Release (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (18 page)
I bit my lip, and smiled, and closed the laptop to place it quietly on the bedside table before I snuggled up to him, my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder. He grunted, snuffled in his sleep, and then wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
Step eight: Last step. Take an even bigger leap. Live happily ever after.
The End
Hi! I’m Victoria Villeneuve. I’m a small town girl at heart, with dreams of living in a cabin in the country with my two dogs and my amazing boyfriend Mike. When I’m not writing you can usually find me enjoying a nice mocha in my local coffee shop, reading some of my favorite books by the lake or playing soccer with my friends.
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Hero
By Victoria Villeneuve
Standing at the counter of my local coffee shop along with a half dozen other people still waiting for their morning fix, I tapped my foot lightly against the ground as I checked my phone for the time. Great. My bus was going to be here in four minutes, and I definitely wasn’t going to get out of here that fast.
Dressed in jeans and a black cardigan over a red shirt with a pair of flats, I was pretty much a walking Tommy Hilfiger ad. But then, that suited me pretty well. I was in my second year of my medical degree at Loch College, one of the most prestigious colleges in the country, especially for medicine. And now, I was going to be late for class.
Three minutes later the barista called my name and I grabbed my coffee, practically sprinting out of the shop and hoping against all hope that today wouldn’t be the day my bus decided to show up on time.
As soon as I saw the bus stop, I saw my bus, already picking up passengers. I ran as fast as I could to find the doors closing on me, the bus driver seemingly oblivious to me as I knocked on the doors as hard as I could as he drove off, desperate to have him stop and pick up one last passenger rather than making me wait twenty more minutes.
No luck. This was Olympus, after all.
I sat on a bench as my bus drove off. So close, and yet so far. As I sipped my coffee, I knew this wasn’t going to be a good day. Little did I know just how right I was.
* * *
Two hours later I’d managed to make it through my advanced genetics lesson, to which I was ten minutes late, and was just walking through the door of my next class, a mid-level physics class, as I’d chosen to do physics as a minor during my undergrad degree. I know, I had to pretty much hate myself to decide to do a major in chemistry and a minor in physics, but I was almost done, I just had a couple more credits to get and I’d finally have my Bachelor’s degree and be well on my way to finishing my medical degree as well.
Luckily for me, my best friend wanted to be an engineer, and Annie always made sure she was in the same physics classes as I was.
“Hey babe,” I heard her mutter in my ear as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I laughed and leaned back into her shoulder.
“Annie!” I replied, a smile growing on my face for the first time that morning. “What’s happening?”
“Not a whole lot,” she replied. “How’s your day going?”
I scrunched my face as Annie let me go and stepped into stride next to me.
“Not really well,” I replied as we made our way towards our desks. “The coffee shop was packed, I missed my bus, and we found out the prof in genetics is giving us a test next week.”
“Ugh,” Annie replied. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve heard that we actually go get to look at the particle collider today in this class, instead of just listening to Nelson drone on for an hour and writing boring as shit formulas on the board.”
“Ohhh that would be amazing,” I replied, not daring to get my hopes up that this class might actually be interesting for once.
As we settled into our seats, Professor Nelson walked into the classroom. The man definitely thought of himself more as a Tesla than an Einstein. With slicked back hair that was obviously dyed black and a three-piece suit every single day, the man was always impeccably dressed. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to put in nearly the same amount of effort into making his lessons interesting.
“Hello, students,” he started in his drawl-tinged drone that always made me wish I’d gotten a second coffee before coming to this class. “Don’t unpack your things just yet. Today, I have a special surprise for you. We’re going to make our way to the particle accelerator in the basement of the building. Please, leave your things here. You won’t be needing them. I’ll have a handout with the notes you need for this class available at the end of class,” he told us.
I looked at Annie, giving her my best “there is a God!” look, and she grinned at me as we stood up and followed the procession of students that were slowly making their way out of the room.
“Please make sure to walk together! Not alone!” the professor shouted out after us. There had been three women raped on campus this year, and everyone was pretty on edge about safety and making sure it didn’t happen again. So far, no one had been arrested.
As we left the room, however, someone accidentally knocked me straight into Zander Keats, the most obnoxious asshole in the class.
“Sorry!” I said instinctively as my shoulder slammed into his arm.
“No worries, babe,” he replied with a wink, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. The guy thought he was invincible. “You can knock me around anytime,” he continued, and this time I did roll my eyes as I caught back up to Annie.
Some people were just born lucky, and Zander Keats was one of them. Not only was he panty-droppingly hot – even I had to admit that those dark brown eyes and black hair made his chiselled cheeks stand out so much you could cut yourself on them – but he was actually smart enough to make it into a mid-level physics class, and he had more self-confidence than anyone else I knew. But then again, if I looked like that I’d probably have a hell of a lot of self confidence too. He was also always getting into trouble, but all it took was implying that Loch College might not get the football results it needed this year, and everything was magically forgiven.
Still, he didn’t have to always act like a misogynistic asshole.
My rejection didn’t seem to have an effect on him, either way. He now had another girl in our class, whose name I didn’t know, with fiery red hair and dark blue eyes, who I had to admit was strikingly beautiful, hanging off his arm asking if he was ok, occasionally turning to glare at me.
“You should have flirted with Zander more,” Annie scolded me. “After all, you haven’t gotten laid in what, eight months?”
I blushed as I shoved her gently.
“Annie! It hasn’t been… quite that long,” I replied, my face going scarlet. We both knew it had been that long. It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex, I just wasn’t really a one-night-stand kind of girl, and I hadn’t found the right guy. I was more about the committed relationship than letting loose for a night with a stranger. Plus, even if I was going to do that sort of thing, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with an asshole like Zander Keats.
The class of 60 or so people made our way down the stairs to the basement, far under the building. The Loch College particle accelerator wasn’t nearly as big as the one in Switzerland that everyone has heard of. It was only around a kilometer long, but seeing all that technology was still incredibly cool.
My mouth dropped open as we entered the “control booth”. In front of us was the particle collider, a two-story tall circular tube that was absolutely covered in electronics. Circuits, wires in every colour, more metal than I had ever seen in my life… it was unbelievable that humans built this, and that it was sitting just a few stories below our classroom.
“Wow,” I heard one person next to me mutter, and I found myself nodding in agreement. It was so scientific, so precise, and yet there was a beauty to the particle collider, a sort of artful geometry to it. Yes, this was designed to make particles collide with each other at a very high speed, but it was beautiful too.
“Alright, class,” professor Nelson announced. “I want to introduce you to Anders Eriksen, the man in charge of the particle collider. He’s going to be giving you the tour of the collider, and if you’re really lucky, he’ll show you how it works.”
“Right, now, I want everyone to stand back, away from the control panel,” Eriksen, a tall blonde man in his mid-40s told us, and we all took a step back, away from the large metal table covered in knobs and dials that looked, honestly, a bit like something out of a 70s James Bond movie. There were just so many buttons, I wondered how on earth it was possible to know what they all did.
“So who knew there was a particle accelerator on this campus?” he asked, and about half the hands in the classroom slowly lifted into the air.
“And who knows how particle accelerators work?”
About half the hands dropped back down.
“Alright, well, let me give you a quick overview. Basically, a particle accelerator is designed to make atoms smash into each other at a really high speed. This is a circular particle accelerator, which is a kilometer in diameter, or a little over half a mile. It travels under the entire eastern half of the campus. They don’t need to be that big. In fact, the first circular particle accelerator, made in the 20s, was only 4 inches in diameter. But the larger size allows us to smash particles into each other at a much faster speed. The particle accelerator uses an electromagnetic field to speed up particles. Every time they go around the tube they go faster and faster, and when we’ve decided they’ve gone fast enough, we place a target in the path of the beam, and bam! Particle collisions.”
I had to admit, it was the most interesting physics lesson we’d ever had. Eriksen let us go into the collider, one or two of us at a time, and he showed us how some of the buttons worked to make the collider operate. He even actually let it run for a few minutes, although we didn’t get to see any atoms smash.
Still, when we made our way back up the stairs an hour and a half later, it was hard to see anyone who didn’t have a huge grin on their face. That lesson had been absolutely awesome. I had to admit, the day had started off pretty badly, but it was going pretty well now.
Until an explosion, out of nowhere, rocked the building.