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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)

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My woman! Many had vied for her position, some had spent years trying to get my notice without any luck. My position and wealth was a huge draw for some, my looks another. She was the first woman not to give a damn about either.
Is that why I’d fallen for her so easily? Was it her aloof manner that enticed me, drew me to her? Is it the constant wondering of whether or not she’d been that way with him that kept this jealousy alive?
As to that, I’ve never harbored jealousy or envy against anyone in my life, I never had to. I was born with everything I could possibly need and from then until now had never wanted for anything. Whatever I wanted I took.
And then there’s Gia, my woman. I’ve taken her but the love she once bore her dead husband still haunts me. I won’t stop until I’ve erased him from her memory no matter what it takes

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1

“Stop here.” My driver pulled up to the curb and let me out. It was still early enough in the day that there weren’t too many people around, less annoyance for me to deal with.

I walked into the coffee shop with my head down as I looked at my phone, making my way up to the counter. “I’ll have a double espresso with a twist.”

I paid and left without once looking at the person behind the counter and walked smack dab into a warm body. “Son of a…”

I looked up sharply at the expletive and came face to face with beauty. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t expecting it that it stopped me cold.

She was a little bit of a thing, barely reaching my chin. But her curves under the fitted skirt suit and the wild black curls that fell over her shoulders and back painted quite a picture.

I got just a small glimpse of her almond shaped hazel colored eyes before she looked down at herself where I’d spilled my drink.

Her scent reached me and my body reacted so strongly the shock of it left me reeling. I stood there staring down at her as time seemed to stand still.

She on the other hand barely acknowledged me as she turned and headed back out the door, muttering under her breath about inconsiderate assholes.

She didn’t even let me see to her after spilling the hot drink down her chest and I felt bad, but not as bad as I felt at the thought that I might never see her again.

The feeling of loss was so strong it was an ache in my chest and I tried calling out to her. But she was moving way too fast for me to keep up and for some reason my equilibrium seemed off. It felt like I was walking under water.

I moved out onto the sidewalk and watched her until she disappeared around the corner. I looked up at the name of the place and the street and headed back to my car where my driver was waiting to let me in.

I can’t say I thought of her for the rest of the ride, but she did cross my mind a time or two in the half an hour it took to reach my office.

I wonder who she is, if she’s from around there? And why this morning of all mornings I’d chosen to stop for coffee?

It was most definitely not the kind of place I’d usually frequent. In fact I’ve been coming this way to get from my place to the office for a few years now and never had the inclination.

By the time I logged the secret code into my personal elevator for the ride up to my luxury office on the fiftieth floor, my mind had shifted to the coming day and what laid ahead.

“Oh, you’re here, I need you to go over these specs before the new architect gets here.” My brother walked into my office minutes after I arrived.

“I thought you already did that?”

“Oh no, I’m not falling for that again. Last time I made a mistake my ears rang for a damn week after all your yelling.” This kid’s been a pain in my ass since birth.

“Just drop it there and get out of my office. I have things to do that don’t include being annoyed by you.”

“Fine, don’t forget she’s going to be here any minute. By the way you need to call our mother. She’s on the warpath again.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I like that, why is it always me? Actually this time it’s you. You missed Sunday brunch or something like that again.”

Dammit, why does my mother think she can hold my weekends hostage? “I’ll call her later.” I was already focused on the reports in front of me before he turned to the door.

I’d almost forgotten about the new architect that we’d hired, or more to the point my brother Gavin had hired.

I usually let him take care of the hiring for our company while I focused on bringing in business and making money.

Our grandfather had started the business over eighty years ago with nothing but a few thousand dollars and brute strength.

Now, what had started out, as a mere construction-company was now one of the leading residential and commercial builders in the country.

This latest project was taking us out of the country and Gavin had got the bright idea to hire some up and coming hotshot architect that he swears is the best thing since slice bread.

Since I usually let him handle that side of things, I didn’t have much to say about his choice, as long as she got the job done I could care less. Though up to this point we’d only dealt with male architects.

This woman he’s been going on about for weeks had apparently won some awards out west and was being touted as the latest talent in her field so I trust him to have it under control.

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Kyara’s billionaire boss wants to steal her heart…while her ex-boyfriend wants to destroy her.

For three years, Lyrius Havington has held his possessiveness and jealousy in check. But when he finally pulls her into his arms for a kiss that makes both of them forget everything…why is she pushing him away? Why is she still choosing that boy over him?
For three years, Kyara has been a faithful girlfriend to Cyrus…only to find out he’s a liar, a cheat, and now—a blackmailer?
Come when I call…or I’ll burn your boss’s life to the ground

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Three Years Ago

Lyrius

Short red hair. A lovely face that somehow reminds me of a green-eyed kitten, only this one wears oval-framed glasses, a buttoned-up blouse, and a pencil skirt that modestly ends a few inches below her knees.

There’s something old-fashioned about her, which some may even see as prudish.

But for me she’s prim and perfect, and that’s what doesn’t make sense at all.

She’s the exact opposite of the kind of woman I usually date, so why can’t I take my eyes off her?

“Sir?”

My assistant’s voice yanks me back to reality, and I swiftly turn my attention back to her. “What is it?”

She looks at me suspiciously, but I only gaze back at her impassively, knowing that if I say a word, it would just let the older woman know she’s rattled me. Her intuition is the main reason why I hired her over everyone else—

“Is there someone among the trainees you recognize? Or someone you believe would be a good fit for your office?”

But it’s also the worst thing about having her as an assistant, with how she makes it impossible for me to lie to myself.

I force myself to look back at the training room, where over a hundred applicants are hard at work answering test after test in hopes of working for our company. While the room’s two-way windows allow us to observe from the outside without being seen ourselves, I’m conscious of how my assistant is closely paying attention to where I look as I let my gaze sweep over the room one last time.

And truthfully, I am tempted.

I’ve never been the type to leave things to chance nor have I ever shied away from taking control if I see the slightest opening to dominate. What I want, I pursue relentlessly. But because I’ve also never been the type to mix business with pleasure—

You know better, Havington.

My gaze sweeps past the girl that catches my eye without pause, and my expression remains impassive when I look back at my assistant. “My decision remains the same,” I tell her. “You’re the one who has to train her. So pick whoever you think is best.”

“If you say so, Mr. Havington.” Lara’s gaze has turned thoughtful as she says this, and I wonder if this is something her Army husband has taught her. She’s making me feel defensive even though I know I haven’t done anything wrong.

I’m a man before I’m anyone’s boss, and a girl’s caught my eye.

I’m doing my duty by keeping my interest to myself and letting Lara do the picking.

So why the heck do I still feel like my world’s about to turn upside-down?

Kyara

Once, there were 128. Went down to 44. And then there’s us, the remaining ten college graduates who were officially given job offers by Wallace International, and I...I think I have to bite my lip really hard because I can’t possibly squee.

The envelope H.R. slides across the table is fancy. Like, really fancy. I’m not sure what it’s made of—something sturdier than plain paper, but something more expensive than cardboard? Should I know what this is, just to fit in?

To-do #2 Know your paper types.

But anyway, what’s inside is what matters the most, and...oh?

Aside from the usual details about compensation, a rule book for employees, a separate glossy brochure of the company history, the thing that matters the most has been reduced to...four digits?

I’m supposed to work for 7003?

Someone whistles beside me, the sound making me look up, and...double oh.

It’s Cyrus, the first-placer in our group of ten because he scored the highest marks on all the tests and interviews in our application period, which were the most grueling three months of my life. But, like, in a good way. As in, you get to learn something new every day, and anyway, I know I’m digressing.

The point is, Cyrus, who’s blond, attractive, and just so well-dressed at all times that a part of me is just dying to ask him for style advice—he and I never really had a chance to talk in the past three months, and that’s why—

“That’s rare,” Cyrus remarks.

I forget all about the oddness of him suddenly being friendly at his words. “You know what it means then?” Because I’m honestly stumped. What does 7003 have to do with my being accepted for a job?

My question makes him smile for some reason, and while I know all of the girls in our training batch think he’s cute and all—

His smile is really refreshing because it’s not the kind of smile you’d ever get from the usual sexual predators and drunks that my mom loves to date. Cyrus’s is a good, harmless smile, and so I allow myself to smile back. It just feels good to be in the company of a normal guy, you know?

“It’s a Wallace International thing,” Cyrus continues, leaning closer like he’s letting me in on something. “When you get hired, you get the room number, and then you try to find your way there without asking.”

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She’s the one woman he can’t have, and falling for her isn’t just reckless—it could be deadly.

Billionaire Shawn Dunn has it all. Command of a global empire. Women who crave him. Wealth that means nothing is beyond his reach.

Yet Kara Hayward refuses to fall under his spell. She’s fire and defiance wrapped in temptation, the only woman who looks him in the eye and says no. It only makes Shawn want her more.

Getting involved would be shockingly dangerous. Kara’s sister is hiding from a ruthless assassin, and it’s safer for everyone if Shawn keeps his distance.

But the tension between them is inescapable. Every touch ignites. Every kiss sears hotter. Their desire grows into something more, something deeper . . . until the night everything burns.

Because the man hunting Kara’s sister has come to collect his revenge, and the price isn’t Shawn’s money, power, or pride.

It’s Kara.

* Keep Me Safe was previously published in 2014 as Keep by Karyn Lawrence (Nikki’s alter ego). This completely rewritten version features new content, more spice, and a point-of-view switch

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KARA

I sat motionless as all the color drained from my employee’s face.

“We have to terminate your employment, effective immediately,” I said. “I’m sorry. It was a difficult business decision that we’ve had to make. Your position has been eliminated.”

I knew I sounded robotic and unfeeling, but the truth was I felt like shit. Not just because of my jet lag, but because of the man who sat across from me in the glass conference room. Scott Rhodes’s jaw tightened until I was sure he was going to crack his teeth.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” he hissed. “I expected nothing less from this company.”

Scott had been working at the Manhattan branch of Incentive Systems for the better part of twenty years, and he was the second person I’d had to let go this month.

I was a top-level project manager, the youngest at the company at only thirty years old, and I wasn’t experienced at laying people off. It’d be all right with me if I didn’t get any more practice at it.

Scott’s chaotic gaze went to my boss, who sat beside me. Jim had wanted this to happen for at least six months, but I’d fought a losing battle for my employee’s job. In Jim’s defense, Scott’s work had been declining. Plus, I’d heard rumors he was coming in late and leaving early, even after I’d put him on a performance improvement plan.

I still oversaw the New York implementation team from my office at the international headquarters in Maastricht, and rather than do it over a video call, I’d chosen to fly in from the Netherlands to relieve Scott. He was owed that for all his years, even if he’d been sliding.

“Human resources will be sending over a severance package,” Jim said. He looked, for lack of a better word, bored. Like he had no idea we’d sent the world crashing down on Scott.

This was just one of the many reasons why I’d left New York. My boss was kind of a dick.

Scott’s breathing was rushed, panicked. “What . . . happens now?”

“You’ll go to your desk,” Jim said, “and collect your items. Kara won’t hover, but we do need to make sure that’s done, and you leave immediately afterward.”

For a moment, I was concerned he wasn’t going to go quietly, and I held my breath.

But it left me in a relieved sweep when he rose from his chair, his glassy-eyed expression shifting away from me. He turned and plodded toward the door, leaving the conference room like a zombie.

“You still think flying in all the way from Europe was necessary?” Jim asked when the door swung shut.

“Yes.” I ignored his pointed question. It probably hadn’t made a shred of difference, but I wasn’t cold or unfeeling—and didn’t want anyone to view me that way either. If I hadn’t flown in, I was sure my ex-husband, who worked five floors up, would use it as an excuse to lobby for my dismissal. Paul had resented my climb through the company ranks from the moment I’d started here.

“The bright side is his wife will get less in alimony.”

I was able to disguise my personal feelings, but only barely. “He’s getting divorced?”

“Amber said the wife moved out last month. I thought you knew.”

“No, I didn’t. That explains why his work was suffering.”

Jim leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Yeah, maybe, but it’s not an excuse. People get divorced and keep doing their job all the time, you know. You did.”

I tore my gaze away from him so he couldn’t see my discomfort. The ink on my settlement papers had been dry for almost two years, but the word divorce was still a slap in the face.

“It wasn’t easy.” There was an understatement.

When he didn’t move, I stood on the high heels that hurt my feet. I was already tall at five-eleven, so the shoes were completely unnecessary. I loomed over people and made them uncomfortable. Really, I made men uncomfortable, and at this point in my life, that was a good thing. These shoes were a freedom now that I was single.

My ex-husband had been an inch shorter than me when I was flat-footed.

“I’ll go check on him,” I said.

I rounded the table and was halfway to the door when a woman darted down the hallway, sprinting past the conference room.

“What was that?” Jim asked.

It gave me pause. “Amber.”

“Was she running?”

Anxiety made the air in the room go thin. The offices beyond the glass were quiet. Too quiet.

I didn’t realize I was retreating until the table against my hip let me backpedal no farther. Even before I saw Scott and the small, silver handgun clutched at his side, I somehow knew.

Cold dread curled its fingers around me as he burst through the door and raised the gun toward Jim. His hand shook like he was completely out of control, which was exactly how I felt.

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Ruthless Mogul Read Online Whitney G http://www.ilovenovels.com/ruthless-mogul-read-online-whitney-g Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:50:54 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/ruthless-mogul-read-online-whitney-g Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Authors: Whitney G. Advertisement

Total pages in book: 32
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)

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That moment when you show million-dollar apartments for a living—and quietly start sleeping in them because your place is the size of a shoebox…
I’ve been getting away with it for two years. No complaints, no close calls, nothing.
Until one afternoon a billionaire CEO walks in and finds me in his shower.
As much as I want to play it off, I’m completely naked and completely screwed.
This man’s heated stare is bad enough.
His name is worse.
Dante Hudson.
He’s the mogul behind Hudson International, which means he owns almost every building in this city, my job, and—at this point—my immediate future.
Within seconds, he’s threatening charges, termination, and making sure I never work in this city again.
So I do the only thing I can.
I run like hell and hope to never see him again.
It doesn’t work…
He knows where to find me, but to my surprise, he’s not interested in turning me in.
He has an offer instead.
A terrible, ‘you better not sign this’ deal, but I have no choice.
If I make it out of this without ruining my life, I swear I’m done breaking the rules.
…At least intentionally

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THE CEO

DANTE

Being a “billionaire” was supposed to mean that I was entitled to buy whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

No price tag was too large, no budget was ever too much to consider, and the words “I want it” meant sold.

Period.

For years, I’d used my status to stamp my name all over this city. It sat on everything from the sleek skyscrapers that gleamed against the Hudson River’s waters, to the glittering glass condos that dotted Manhattan, and even the high-rise apartments that stood guard in Brooklyn and The Bronx.

And yet, the building I wanted the most—the one that I’d offered quadruple the asking price to buy—was being held hostage by protesters and city officials who hated me.

For no reason.

Well, no “good” reason.

“Mr. Hudson Is Too Damn Rich! He Can Eat a Bag of Dicks!” a deranged woman shouted into a megaphone as I stepped out of my car.

“Hey! Hey! Not Today!” her psycho colleague joined her. “The Holden Building Is Here to Stay!”

Usually, I would sip my coffee and stare at them while they screamed—letting them get a hint of satisfaction at me “listening” to them, but I didn’t have time today.

Moving past their signs, I strolled into my building and headed for the elevator.

“How long do you want to let them protest before we call the police today, Mr. Hudson?” my head security guard asked.

“You can give them five more minutes.”

“Are you pressing charges for trespassing?”

“Always.” I nodded. “Be sure to send the judge a gift in my name as well.”

“Very well, sir.”

The doors glided shut before the elevator carried me to my top floor.

I headed into the boardroom, anxious for this morning’s strategy meeting with my top assistants, highest-selling real estate agents, and the top person I trusted in my company: my executive broker, Anthony.

Taking a seat at the head of the table, I flipped open a brand-new folder titled “Ways to Make People Love Dante Hudson So He Can Buy The Holden.”

“Word of advice before we get started, Dante…” Anthony leaned closer. “Thank them for their hard work before storming off, and don’t threaten to fire them at the end.”

“If they give me some good ideas and suggestions, I won’t.” I adjusted my tie. “Making me look good is an easy job, trust me. I’ve looked in the mirror.”

“It would be easy if people in this city didn’t hate you,” he said. “They cannot stand you.”

“Lies.” I shook my head. “They admire me.”

“Your money, maybe, but that’s it. You are literally despised.”

“That won’t last long.” I waved a hand and cleared my throat. “I’m listening. Give me the ideas.”

“Well…” Alisha, the head of my luxury rental buildings, stood up from her seat. “We’ve all agreed that while your current persona may lean on the more ruthless and uh, evil billionaire side, we can correct that with some good ol’ community service from you.”

I arched a brow.

“We’re thinking that you could help the landscaping team plant some new flowers at all the parks you own.” She smiled. “Perhaps you can do that once a month.”

“No. Hell no.”

“It’s a good idea,” Anthony whispered. “It’ll make you look human.”

“I pay people to do my landscaping for a reason.” I rolled my eyes. “Next idea.”

“You could help clean up the lobby at one of the mid-tier complexes,” Alisha’s voice wavered. “We could make it a photo opportunity to show how much you care about everything in your portfolio.”

“I say ‘no’ to gardening, but you think I’ll say yes to scrubbing toilets?”

Her face paled and she looked around the room.

“What else?” I glared at her. “What are the other ideas that will make me come off less ruthless and more ‘let me buy The Holden?’”

“There’s also the idea of you giving all your tenants a few free months of rent?” Her voice was faint. “Everyone would run wild with how generous you are if you did that.”

“If I let people get away with not paying rent, how do I make money?”

“Well, you won’t…but just for like three months.”

“Then how about everyone in this room surrenders their paychecks instead?”

The room fell silent.

“These are the ideas you’ve been working on for weeks?” I felt my blood simmering. “This is it?”

“We’re working very hard, sir.”

“This meeting is over.” I stood up. “You all need to start looking for new jobs by the end of the week.”

I left the room and felt Anthony rushing after me.

“You literally did the exact opposite of what I suggested, Dante.” He groaned. “It’s not their fault you have a terrible reputation.”

“I just want to buy a goddamn building,” I said. “I shouldn’t have to do circus tricks to write a check.”

“I agree,” he said, sighing. “But if your heart is set on The Holden, you can start by being a bit nicer to everyone around you. You should also meet with the mayor again.”

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In New York Times bestselling author Penelope Sky’s explosive conclusion to the Roman Republic series, an exiled emperor must make his final save his city from a dangerous takeover—or protect his beloved from a lifetime of danger.

I fell in love with the most dangerous man in Rome, knowing exactly who he was. And he fell for me too, knowing one day he’d have to me or his empire.

He chose me.

As brutal as it was, I thought his exile would be good for us. I thought we’d find peace together in a small village outside of Rome, in the comfort of running his family’s restaurant and the promise of our future. In the life growing inside me.

But there’s no peace for a man like Constantine.

No matter where we go, his past will always follow. I see the war waging inside him—the need to protect us battling the urge to reclaim what was lost. To avenge what was taken.

Now, as deadly enemies threaten the empire and his friend clings to life, the decision is mine. Do I ask him to keep his promise and stay with me? Or do I set free the emperor Rome desperately needs?

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Chapter 1

Constantine

“Thanks for this, Santino.” I admired the contraption he’d made with Medusa’s measurements, a walker that would allow her three legs to move freely but her fourth to be supported with a wheel. We’d gone to school together, and he’d become a contractor and could pretty much build anything.

“So you’re in town for a while?” He crossed his arms over his chest before he leaned against the counter of his front office. His receptionist was in the back on her break.

“More than a while,” I said. “More like permanently.”

“Yeah?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Your mother must be ecstatic.”

“Haven’t told her yet, but yeah, she will be.” Her scream would probably split my eardrums.

He pushed off the counter with his hips. “Let me know if it needs adjustments. Happy to swing by.”

“Thanks, man.”

I put the seats down in the back of my Range Rover, placed the walker inside, and then headed back toward Taormina, up the mountain over the village, where my villa was nestled on the cliff face. It was still an extraordinary property with nine thousand square feet divided among the three floors, but the palace had felt like a city in comparison. Sometimes it bothered me to know Darius was shitting in my toilet and fucking his whores in my bed . . . but I had what really mattered.

When I returned home, I carried the walker through the entryway and the main common room with twenty-foot-tall floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the sea in the distance. The main floor had two different living rooms, an office, and a formal dining room, and then upstairs was where the bedrooms were located.

Aurelia sat on the rug on the floor with her back to one of the couches, next to the dog bed, and she gave Medusa soft, loving strokes across her cheek to help her relax. A cup of coffee sat on the table, and it still wafted with steam like she’d just made it. She looked at the walker when I put it down in front of them. “Wow, that’s it?”

Medusa opened one of her eyes and stared at me, but she didn’t get up to greet me like she normally would. She was still in pain, even with the meds, so she wasn’t quite herself.

It killed me to see her like that, but I knew I just had to be patient and I’d see her running around again. “Yeah, now she’ll be able to get around on her own. I know she misses being a dog.”

She looked down at Medusa and stroked her cheek. “Yeah.”

Most women liked dogs, but they liked the little ones you could carry in one arm or stuff in your purse. Medusa was a full-grown seventy-pound German shepherd. More like a wolf than a dog. But I knew Aurelia loved Medusa as much as I did. I could see it in the way she cared for her as if she’d had her since she was a puppy. It was so real it couldn’t be faked. “Baby girl, let’s give this a try.” I patted my thigh so Medusa would get up.

She lay there and released a breath through her nostrils.

“Maybe later,” Aurelia said. “She’s having a hard time today.”

When I’d brought Medusa home, I’d just wanted a dog around the house. I never expected to love her like this, to feel like she was a piece of my heart outside of my body. I’d take another bullet to fix her broken leg if I could.

I moved to the other side of Medusa, my arm resting over the cushions of the couch so I could touch the back of Aurelia’s neck, and together, we sat with our dog.

Aurelia continued to pet her fur as she looked at me, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, without makeup, doing nothing else except caring for Medusa since she woke up. With the light coming through the windows before us, her eyes were lit up in a glorious way, and she was fucking stunning. “How’s your arm?”

“What do you mean?”

Her hand paused momentarily in Medusa’s fur. “You were shot, remember?”

“Oh, that,” I said with a smirk. “Yeah, I already forgot about it.”

Her eyes did that thing where they shifted back and forth frantically as if I’d just said something crazy. “Isn’t getting shot painful?”

“Not at all. Now getting a shot . . . that’s the worst.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Any time I’ve been shot, it’s been in the middle of chaos. Adrenaline is high and I’m focused on killing someone, so it’s impossible to feel anything. You just feel your body jerk back from the speed of the bullet, but that’s it. But when you need a shot at the doctor’s office, you just have to sit there and wait for them to stick a big-ass needle in your skin. It’s the worst.”

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From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a new STANDALONE, full-length MAFIA ROMANCE novel.

At the lowest point in my life, I walk into the busiest club, hoping to get a job. Somehow, I end up on stage, being told to strip, and before I can even decide if I’m desperate enough, a terrifying man orders me to leave.

I do my best to ignore my fear as I follow him to his office, not knowing it’s about to cost me everything.

Turns out I’m more desperate than I thought, and I swallow my pride and beg.
But Adriano Rizzo doesn’t offer me employment.
Nope, he makes me a deal that’s hard to refuse.
I tell myself I can handle whatever he demands of me.
Boy, am I wrong.

Hidden in the fine print, I didn’t bother to read, is a clause I never saw coming.
Marry him. Or I walk away with nothing and end up back on the streets.

While I’m still trying to decide, he changes the rules, and before I know it, I’m saying my vows to a man I barely know. To make matters worse, just as we leave the church, he pulls out a gun and empties it into some poor soul. Right in front of me!
That’s when I learn the truth…

Adriano Rizzo isn’t just some heartless, filthy-rich club owner.
He’s a boss in the Cosa Nostra, and I’ve just married into a world that’s violent, ruthless, and deadly.

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Family Tree

ADRIANO RIZZO

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Family Business: Cosa Nostra

Father: Angelo Rizzo (Tempted By The Devil)

Mother: Vittoria – Tori – Rizzo (Tempted By The Devil)

Brother: Remo Rizzo

Best Friends: Augusto Vitale (Craving Revenge) & Georgi Torrisi (Possessive Enemy)

Godfather: Damiano Falco (God Of Vengeance)

LAURIE BARNES

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She’s a regular person who knows nothing about the Cosa Nostra.

Father: Danie Barnes

Stepmother: Tracey Barnes

Half sister: Emily Barnes

Half brother: Tyler Barnes

Mother: Janet Reynolds

Stepfather: Mark Reynolds

Stepsister: Ashley Reynolds

Best Friend: Elise De Smet (Online)

Chapter 1

Laurie

Adriano Rizzo, 36. Laurie Barnes, 25.

After locking up, a tired sigh escapes me as I glance up and down the street.

I can hear a faint beat of music coming from the club, Fallen Angels, that’s situated on the corner. My eyes glide over the long line of people waiting to get in. Even though it’s chilly tonight, most of the women are wearing short dresses.

Wrapping my cardigan tighter around myself, I begin to walk toward the intersection.

I’ve been working late the past two weeks, crunching numbers and putting together next year’s budget for all the current and upcoming jobs.

I feel it’s a waste of time, though. The construction company I work for never sticks to the budget. I swear, Heather only makes me do them because she knows how much I dislike them. Ever since I started dating Austin, her younger brother, she’s been bitchy toward me.

I’ve tried bringing it up to Austin, but he always takes her side and tells me I’m too sensitive. He works on-site with Jason, the owner and Heather’s husband, so he’s never around to see how she treats me.

To make matters worse, I don’t even get overtime. When I think of my crappy salary, that hasn’t changed over the past three years, bitterness crops up in my chest.

The itch to look for a new job creeps under my skin.

Things haven’t been great between Austin and me. I feel like nothing more than his glorified maid. Even when I work late, he doesn’t bother helping around the house.

When we started dating, he wasn’t my type, but I gave him a chance because he seemed like a good guy. The first year was great, then things got a little stale the second year, and over the past few months, it feels like I’ve faded into the background. It’s as if I’m just another piece of furniture instead of the woman he’s supposed to love.

Am I the problem?

It’s the same with my family. After my parents got divorced and married other people, their new families were all that mattered, and I became the mistake from their past they were forced to keep around.

Stopping at a traffic light, a black G-Wagon draws my attention as it stops right in front of the club’s entrance.

Some of the women standing in the line become visibly excited, and when the back door of the expensive SUV opens, they start to shout, like the person getting out is some big-name celebrity.

Curious myself, I look at the man as he climbs out, and when he adjusts his leather jacket, my eyebrows lift with appreciation because he’s very attractive. The next instant, he glances in my direction and our eyes lock.

It’s only for a couple of seconds, but something about the dark expression on his face makes all my alarm bells go off, and while the other women lose their minds for him, I tear my gaze away and quickly cross the street when the light turns green.

I keep my head lowered and my arms wrapped around myself, but my curiosity wins out, and as soon as I reach the curb, I sneak another glance.

The man ignores all the women as he walks to the entrance, and I wonder who he is. He pats the bouncer’s shoulder, and just as I’m about to lose sight of him, his head turns, and once again, our eyes meet.

Shit.

My face turns beet red as I pick up my pace, darting down the street and away from the club.

During the forty-minute commute, my thoughts turn from the attractive guy at the club to Austin and the chores waiting for me at home.

Checking the time on my phone, I see it’s almost ten pm.

I have to do a bundle of laundry before we run out of clothes.

When I’m near the house, I dig my keys out of my handbag before stopping by the mailbox to check if there’s anything.

Seeing two envelopes and a bunch of flyers, I grab them, and when I go into the house, I’m met with the sound of a man’s voice droning on about ancient pyramids on the TV.

I place the mail and my keys on the side table near the front door. “Austin?” I call out while digging my phone out of my bag before setting it down as well.

“What?” he mumbles from the living room.

“I’m home.”

“Mm.”

I notice there’s a text from Elise, my only friend. I met her in a reader’s group, and we got along really well. One thing led to another, and after four years, she’s the only person who really cares about me. Even though she lives in Belgium and we’ve never met in person, I love her.

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Come to paradise. Fall in love. Pay the price.

Four powerful billionaires, bound by their Montana roots and one devastating secret, escape to a secluded tropical island for the ultimate game of love and money.

Eight beautiful women arrive ready to compete for their hearts. But every player has something to hide, and on this island, desire is only the beginning.

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EPISODE 191

Brett

Twenty Years Earlier

A stodgy hymn at the community parish. I can’t hear the words, can’t sing the tune.

Jake never went to church, but there sits Lisa Patterson in the front pew, crying into her hanky as if she belongs there.

He was her son. All she had. Of course she’s upset.

But why the fuck didn’t she teach her kid how to swim?

Jake knew how to swim. But he wasn’t strong enough when the river’s current went crazy. He knew that.

He knew that, and he went in anyway.

Damn you, Jake!

Damn you!

I would have helped you. I would have done anything for you.

Riv sits next to me, and Seb and Alex are on his other side. We’re in the pew behind Lisa, and our families are behind us.

We should be sitting with Lisa. We were more of a family to Jake than she ever was.

Marnie has disappeared.

So has Old Man Larson.

And then Jake goes and takes his own life.

It’s all related. I’d be an idiot to think otherwise, but I can’t string two and two together right now.

I’m so damned heartbroken, and at the same time so damned angry. Angry enough to kick down a fucking wall.

You could have come to me, Jake.

Then again, he didn’t know.

None of them knew.

None of them knew how much I loved that dumbass kid.

But you left, and I—I never got to tell you. I never got to tell you that when you laughed, I felt like my whole world had light. That when you looked at me, really looked at me, I felt like maybe, just maybe, I could be enough. That when you touched my arm, even for a second, my skin burned in a way I didn’t understand until it was too late.

I was in love with you. I am in love with you.

And now, you're gone, and I— What the hell am I supposed to do with that? What am I supposed to do with the piece of you that you left behind? With the piece of me that you took with you?

God, I hate you for this. I hate that you left me in this empty, hollow place where your laugh doesn’t exist anymore. I hate that you didn’t give me a chance to love you out loud. And I hate that I can’t even be angry because all I can think about is how much pain you must have been in.

I would have carried it for you.

I would have carried you.

But you drowned yourself. No one found your body. It’s bear bait by now. God, the thought of it…

And now I’m the one drowning, and you… You’re just gone.

Present Day

“What the goddamned fuck!” I launch myself at River, grabbing his collar and slamming him into the wall.

I told you that you’d both love me and hate me for what I was going to do.

River’s words.

River’s fucking words.

“Easy.”

Sienna’s voice.

“Brett, easy.”

Again, Sienna.

Sienna. My love.

I finally found love again. Her vibrant fire. Her beauty. Her sweet soul.

And now…

“You fucking son of a bitch,” I say through clenched teeth.

River doesn't fight back, just looks me in the eye, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. I feel that. I deserve that.” His words are slow and measured, the voice of reason that, under normal circumstances, I would rely on.

Sienna is pulling at my arm, but I won’t let go of River, not until I've gotten some answers.

“What did you do?” I demand. "What the fuck did you do?”

With a sharp tug, Sienna manages to pry my fingers from River's collar. She steps between us, her eyes pleading with me to calm down, but anger pulses through my veins like a living thing, blinding me to everything else.

I push her away.

She gasps. “Brett!”

I love her.

And I love the man standing in the foyer, a mask of confusion on his fine features.

Jake.

Damn. Jake.

Jake who is very much alive. I should be rejoicing.

But right now, my hate for River—River, who’s been my closest friend for as long as I can remember—overpowers everything.

“I didn’t know,” River whispers.

“Didn’t know what?” I grit out.

“That you… That you felt…”

True. He didn’t know. Not until several days ago. I never trusted anyone with my most guarded secret.

Not until now.

I trusted River. My closest friend.

“All this time…” I mutter.

Sienna is still standing between us, her body tense, her gaze bouncing between mine and River’s as if she’s trying to piece together a puzzle she wasn’t meant to solve.

Hell, she doesn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this mess. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, her hands shaking.

But she isn’t the one drowning.

I am.

The past slams into me like a freight train. Twenty fucking years of pain, of questions, of a hole in my chest that never fully closed. Twenty fucking years believing he was gone, that he was dead, that I would never see his face again except in my nightmares.

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Annabelle has always been an outsider. In school, at work, and even in her own home. Her mother favored her two older sisters. Her father was emotionally absent. Her sisters thought she was an embarassment and so she ran away from home to another state, another city, and hopefully a new life. But without money or a job, Annabelle made a reckless choice.

For one year, she would be the fake wife to a faceless, absent but very rich man. She communciated via notes and emails and felt safe until her sisters showed up demanding a share of the small life Annabelle was beginning to carve for herself.

Tired of running, Annabelle decides to fight back and to her surprise, her fake husband shows up at her side demanding a real relationship. Dare she hope that this pretend life can transform into something real?

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Chapter One

ANNABELLE

“This is the key fob if you forget the passcode.” The older gentleman hands me a tiny stick that is barely larger than a couple of safety pins glued together. I wonder where the other residents of this high-rise keep their key fobs.

“The home is automated. The living room curtains will open at sunrise and close at sunset. Of course you can change it if you’d like.” The expression the man has on his face tells me that this is not an option I should consider.

“I’m sure it’s fine the way it’s already set.”

He nods in approval.

“The kitchen has an induction stovetop, which means you can only use stainless steel cookery on it, but no one expects you to cook. The Residences have on-call chefs. You can enter your daily food needs here through this device, and your prepared dishes will be brought to you at designated times.” Again, he sends me a sneaking glance, but this time, I disappoint him.

“I actually like cooking and baking. Mister—I mean Wick said that it was okay if I did that.” His exact words were “use anything you want. No one else will be there but you.”

At the time, those words felt like a safety blanket, but as I stand here in this way too big for one person penthouse, I’m having second and third and fourth thoughts.

Mr. Rise, who Wick told me was “the person who acts on my behalf,” frowns slightly but moves on. “You do not need to shop for groceries, take out the trash, or clean the apartment. All of these services are part of living at The Residences. You need only to⁠—”

“Use the app?” I interject.

He nods stiffly.

“Is there a manual? I feel like I’m wasting your time.”

“You are not. Your role is an important one, and so is discretion. If you have any questions about the use of this residence, please call me.” It isn’t a request but an order. He gives me a tight smile. “I’ll take my leave so you can settle in.”

Suddenly I’m nervous to be alone in this space with its expansive windows, high-tech automations, and butlers on demand. I’m not made for this sort of extravagance. I’m a walk up, no elevator, no doorman, cracked sidewalk, discount clothing store kind of person. “If you’re hungry, I could cook something,” I find myself suggesting.

“I had a late lunch.” He transfers his phone to his other hand and reaches into his pocket, producing a ring box.

I grimace at the sight of it even though Wick’s bullet-pointed instructions said, “Rise will have a ring for you. Wear it at all times, even in the shower. You can’t get in the habit of being without it on, so it’s best if you wear it always.”

The ring, like the apartment, is beautiful. It’s a rectangular cut, three-carat, rose-colored diamond with two smaller diamonds set on either side of the center stone. I hope it’s fake, but I’m sure it’s not. When I told Rise I didn’t want a big ring, he said he’d take that under advisement. I wonder what kind of rock I would have gotten if I hadn’t said anything. “It’s not an heirloom, is it?”

“No. It was made for you.”

“Even worse.” I pluck it out from its velvet setting. The ring is heavy. I don’t want to put it on, but Mr. Rise is staring at me. Reluctantly, I slide the gold band over my ring finger. It fits perfectly. As I turn my hand, the light catches it and sends out rose-colored rainbows. It’s lovely, and I would be over the moon if this wasn’t all a big charade.

Having accomplished all that he set out to do, Mr. Rise bows slightly and backs away. “I’m on the second floor, if you need me.”

I rub my arms, partly because The Residences is cold and partly to keep myself from grabbing him and begging him not to leave. But I do not lunge after him, and he does leave, and soon I am by myself.

The apartment is actually beautiful and not at all what I would expect a bachelor pad to look like. It’s colorful for one. The living room has a green rug with a thick cream stripe set in from the edge about a foot. The curtains that frame the windows are a lighter shade of green. The two large sofas facing each other are cream that matches the stripe in the carpet with green piping. On the sofas are pillows, some with floral covers and some with gold and white in varying geometrics: stripes, triangles, polka dots.

The living room leads into a dining room with a circular table in rosewood. The chairs are upholstered in a floral print that matches the pillows in the living room. There’s a giant flower arrangement in the middle of the table that fills the room with a fresh spring scent. The kitchen is a mix of modern and traditional. The inset cabinets are cream on the top and a golden green on the bottom. The hood over the induction stove is a harlequin pattern of white marble and gold trim. Someone decorated this place beautifully. I don’t think it was Wick. Nothing in his terse emails to me spoke of beauty and romance like this apartment does. But as gorgeous as this place is, I don’t think anyone has lived here. I want to ask Wick about it, but we don’t have that kind of relationship. I’m a fake. A fake wife. I have a fake marriage certificate, a fake wedding ring, and, as I stare into the primary bedroom, a fake marital bed.

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The job was supposed to be $5,000 a month to assist a reclusive author in his remote mountain cabin. But soon, it’s turned into something seductively steamy, with the growly mountain man intent on claiming the curvy girl until she belongs to HIM.

For Kat Vreeland, a struggling creative writing student drowning in tuition debt, it’s an offer she can’t refuse. No more double shifts at the coffee shop, no more “friendly reminders” from the bursar. All she has to do is provide “research assistance” for world-famous author Talon McKnight.

But Talon isn’t looking for someone to organize his files. He’s looking for a muse to help him break a brutal case of writer’s block.

The “research” involves acting out the steamier scenes of his next novel—scenarios that blur the lines between fiction and a very raw, very real attraction. From a lost Red Riding Hood meeting a hungry huntsman to a forbidden encounter between a professor and his student, Kat finds herself falling deeper into the roles Talon creates for her.

In the isolation of the woods, the script begins to feel like reality. But as the deadline for Talon’s book approaches, Kat is forced to Is she the leading lady of a real-life love story, or just a temporary character in a fictional bestseller?

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PROLOGUE - RED RIDING HOOD AND THE HUNTSMAN

TALON

The forest floor was a carpet of damp moss and fallen leaves, each step I took a soft crunch that betrayed my presence. I was playing the part, a huntsman tracking more than just game today. And there she was, just as we’d planned, my little Red Riding Hood, looking deliciously lost and innocent. Her crimson cloak was a splash of impossible color against the deep greens and browns of the woods, the hood cast over her golden hair. She looked up, her wide, blue eyes—Kat’s eyes, really—fixing on me with a perfect mimicry of feigned fear.

“Please, sir,” she began, her voice a breathless whisper that sent a jolt straight to my groin. “I think I’m lost. I was just gathering kindling...” She gestured with a small, empty basket to a pathetic pile of twigs at her feet. The roleplay was already igniting the air between us, the scent of pine and earth mixing with the raw, musky scent of my own arousal.

“Lost, little one?” I rumbled, letting my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way the cloak skimmed her generous curves. “These woods can be a dangerous place for a young girl all alone.” I took another step closer, the space between us shrinking, charged with anticipation. “I’m Talon. A huntsman. Perhaps I can help you.”

The beautiful blonde’s bottom lip trembled. “Oh, would you? I just wanted to get back to the path, but everything looks the same.”

“I know these woods better than my own hand,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “But there’s a toll for passage.” I let my hand rest on the front of my worn leather trousers, right over the hardened length of my shaft. “A price for my protection.”

Kat’s eyes, still wide with that theatrical innocence, darted down to my hand and then back up to my face. A flicker of pure, unadulterated lust—her own, shining through the character—passed through them before being masked again. “A... a toll?” she stammers. “But I have nothing to give you, Sir Huntsman.”

“You have everything to give me,” I growled, closing the final distance. I grabbed her wrist, not roughly, but with an undeniable claim. “And I have something for you as well. Something to keep you warm on these cold nights.” I led her behind a thicket of ancient, moss-covered oaks, their branches forming a leafy canopy above us. Here, the light was dappled and green, our own private bower.

She gasped as I spun her around to face a broad tree trunk, pressing her against it. My body caged hers, my hips pinning her soft ass against my straining erection. “Please,” she whimpered, but the arch of her back told me her plea was a lie.

“Shhh, Little Red,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, my breath hot. “The big bad wolf isn’t the only one who wants to eat you up.” I flipped up her cloak, my hands immediately finding the hem of her simple cotton dress. I bunched it up around her waist, exposing the smooth, pale roundness of her ass and the sheer, already-damp lace of her thong. I groaned, running a rough palm over the curve of her cheek. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

“You’re a bad man,” she breathed, pushing her hips back against my hand like a horny slut.

“And you’re a wicked little girl, wandering the woods dressed like this, tempting a hungry huntsman.” I hooked my fingers into the thin string of her thong and pulled it down her legs. Kat stepped out of it willingly, me watching with satisfaction as a silvery string of pussy juice connecting her sweetness to the gusset grew long and then broke.

“You’ve got a horny little cunt, don’t you? Let me take care of it, sweetheart.”

I knelt, spreading her cheeks with my hands, and blew a hot stream of air over her puckered hole and the glistening folds of her cunt.

“Talon,” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“What was that, Little Red?” I asked, my tongue darting out for a quick, teasing taste of her juices. She shuddered. “Ah, that’s better. Begging for it already.” I stood and quickly undid the lacings of my trousers. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already beading with pre-cum. It was hard as iron, a weapon of pure steel, ready to plunder.

I gripped the base, stroking it once, twice. “Look at this,” I commanded. “This is my axe, and I’m going to use it to split your cunt open.”

Kat turned her head, her gaze locking onto my shaft. A true, unbidden moan escaped her lips. “It’s so big, Sir Huntsman! Please be gentle.”

“Big enough to chop down this forest,” I grunted, lining the head up with her slick entrance. I didn’t push in right away. I just rested it there, letting her feel the heat and weight of my member. “Tell me what you want, Red Riding Hood. Tell the woodsman what you need.”

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No one is innocent.

We were meant to be collateral damage.
We became their obsession instead.

Pierce Worthington needed someone to blame. I was convenient.
When his brother dies in a scandalous wreck, threatening to drag the Worthington name through the filth, Pierce does what his family has always done.
He finds a sacrificial lamb. Me.

With a single phone call, he has me arrested for murder.
With a single glance, he decides prison is no longer enough.
He doesn't just want me punished.
He wants me desperate. Dependent.
Owned by the man who holds my freedom between his teeth.

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Greyson Stockford knows where the bodies are buried because he put them there.
When my best friend gets too close to the truth, he doesn't threaten her. He takes her.
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CHAPTER 1

MADISON

No one could hear my screams.

I swept my arm along a polished sideboard, sending a priceless Ming vase and several gold candlesticks tumbling into his path as I dove for the staircase.

“Get away from me!”

My right foot slipped off the edge and bent at an awkward angle, snapping the platform heel off my shoe, my forearms painfully breaking my fall when they collided with the lower step.

Strong fingers wrapped around my ankle and wrenched me downward.

I shrieked and grasped at the spindles of the banister, but the dust-covered wood slipped through my fingers.

My palms burned from the scrape of my hands along the thick wool carpet covering the stairs as he dragged me down, my dress sliding up around my waist. I desperately kicked out with my other leg, trying to dislodge his hold.

He flipped me onto my back, the hard edge of a stair slamming into my spine, and propped his forearms on either side of my head, prowling over me like a lion about to tear out the throat of his kill.

Rubbing his face along the edge of my hairline, he inhaled deeply before rasping against my ear, “I missed this little game of ours, Madison.”

A low growl vibrated in his throat, and he shoved his hand between my legs. “Remember how I would make you cry?”

Remember? No amount of time would erase the memory of his cruel touch.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I turned my head to the side and dug my fingernails into his shirt, trying to shove his weight away from me.

He swept his tongue over my cheek. “I did so love the taste of your tears.”

Bile burned the back of my throat as my stomach heaved. Everything clenched inward. My body folding into itself the way it always had.

The way it used to around him.

I winced as he tore at my panties. “I never did get a chance to fuck you. Doesn’t seem right given all the trouble you’ve caused. If you’re a good girl and spread your legs, I might show you mercy and kill you quickly.”

I couldn’t let this happen. Not now. Not after how hard I fought to survive him and his⁠—

Forcing my eyes open, my gaze fell on a broken vase shard that had fallen within reach. Distracted by lowering his zipper, he didn’t notice me sweep my arm out, reaching for the modified weapon.

I turned the piece of porcelain in my hand until the sharp edge was facing outward. Picking my moment, I swung my arm out, catching him on the side of his face.

He screamed and clutched his cheek, blood welling and dripping between his fingers.

His body pitched sideways.

I forced him off me and turned onto my stomach. As fast as I could, I gathered my skirt up above my knees and crawled to the quarter landing. Gripping the open jaws of the grotesque wood-carved gargoyle newel post, I hauled myself upright. Holding my breath, I shifted my hips, putting weight on my right leg. My ankle held, it wasn’t broken.

I tore off both shoes and stared down into the darkness, searching for his form. The air in the sealed wing was bitter cold, carrying the musty staleness of dust and old wool. Below, a sheet-draped grandfather clock loomed and for one horrible second my heart stopped before I realized it wasn't him.

On the other side of the massive estate house, the safety of the ballroom beckoned. Filled with the clink of glasses and surrounded by the sweet scents of fresh-cut flowers and the warm buttery pastry of passed canapes as the strains of the violins from the orchestra rose above the chatter of the guests. All of it—just out of reach.

My gaze scanned for any signs of movement while I strained to hear the creak of a floorboard or the crunch from a shard of porcelain being crushed beneath his shoe.

Where was he?

After his initial outcry, he had gone eerily quiet.

There!

My heart seized.

A trick of the light?

No.

A shadow detached from the gloom below.

“Did you really think you’d get away with it, Madison?”

The ghostly voice held a hint of amusement layered with arrogant reprimand.

I pressed my hand over my mouth to suppress a whimper of fear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out what you were planning?”

My feet were silent on the thick carpet as I shifted deeper into the shadows above him. Digging my nails into the gargoyle, I slid behind its protective bulk, as if the dragon would somehow spring to life and rescue me.

With narrowed eyes, I peered down the staircase into the vast entryway but could only make out the indistinct shapes of the chairs which lined the walls, and the empty round table in the center.

The stained glass window over my shoulder depicting a vengeful St. George fractured the wan light of the moon. Instead of casting bright jewel-toned light, it spread a mottled crimson stain of red and burnt orange along the floor. When he stepped into the distorted pool of light, it twisted his features into a misshapen, grotesque mask of a man.

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