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Suspense – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 20 May 2026 17:52:01 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Suspense – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Crimson Shore (Blue Arrow Island #2) Read Online Brenda Rothert http://www.ilovenovels.com/crimson-shore-blue-arrow-island-2-read-online-brenda-rothert Wed, 20 May 2026 17:52:01 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/crimson-shore-blue-arrow-island-2-read-online-brenda-rothert Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Authors: Brenda Rothert Series: Blue Arrow Island Series by Brenda Rothert
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)

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Power. Betrayal. A love that could save them all—or destroy everything.
Briar Hollis made her choice, but Blue Arrow Island doesn't forgive. It doesn't forget. And it sure as hell doesn't let you leave unscathed. The war for control of the brutal island is escalating, and now that Briar has allies at her side, the stakes have never been higher.

A new player has entered the game.
When a new prisoner arrives on the island's blood-soaked shores, the fragile balance of power shatters. The rules have changed. Survival now demands impossible choices. Briar is still learning to wield the power the island gifted her—but time is running out.

He shattered her heart. Now she's all that stands between him and oblivion.
The war between the island's ruthless leaders has turned personal, and Briar stands at the center of a storm whose destruction won't end at the shore. The man who destroyed her—whose lies cut deeper than any blade—harbors a power so volatile it could consume everything. But it's killing him from the inside out.
To defeat the darkness rising from the island's depths, Briar must do the trust the beautiful, broken man who taught her that love and betrayal are two sides of the same coin

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PART ONE

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“When my brother put his newborn daughter in my arms for the first time, I loved you from that moment. Anything I do to keep you safe is well worth it. You’re all I have left.” - Excerpt from an unsent letter by Virginia Marsden to her niece

Briar

I don’t feel great about punching my best friend in the face so hard she staggers and drops to the ground, but it had to be done.

“Okay,” Amira huffs, quickly rolling to her stomach and getting into a crouch. “I get it.”

She’s a quick learner, but I’m a ruthless teacher. I spent a week coaching her in hand-to-hand combat—now it’s all execution. And her lessons are like the ones my father gave me and my sister. Unfair, but effective.

Your opponents won’t tell you a hit is coming. You’ll be on your feet one second and on your back the next, and before you take another breath, you’ll be dead.

I carry my parents with me. Dad’s combat lessons were grounded in his love for us. He wanted me and Mae to be able to defend ourselves against any opponent. I want the same for Amira.

She gets to her feet, fists up to protect her battered face. The girl can take a punch, but I don’t want her to have to take them from men who are twice her size and much stronger than either of us.

“First strike usually wins,” I remind her. “Don’t hesitate.”

She goes for my knees with a sharp kick. I evade it, grabbing her foot, twisting it, and shoving her back to the ground. Dirt from the training arena clouds into her face when her palms land.

I’m on her, lightly pressing the toe of my boot into her side. “I’m about to fuck up your insides. Move, Amira!”

She groans and starts crawling away.

Zara, watching us while she fletches arrows, tips her chin at me. “Fighting weaker opponents gets you off, doesn’t it?”

“Eat shit.” I shoot her a disgusted glare. “We’re training.”

“You don’t have to injure people to teach them. I never broke a bone learning.”

She’s never letting me live down Amira’s broken finger from a couple weeks ago, even though it was Amira’s fault.

“That’s probably why I’m a better fighter than you,” I fire back.

“You mispronounced arrogant bitch.”

I turn, closing the distance between us. If it’s an ass kicking she wants, I’ll deliver.

Someone grabs a fistful of the back of my T-shirt and pulls me backward.

“Don’t take the bait, Briar.”

I don’t even have to turn. That smoky, deliberate voice belongs to Nova, who never loses her temper the way I sometimes do. Zara knows how to set me off.

Nova’s right. I shake my head and go back over to Amira, who’s on her feet now.

“Zara. Training drills.”

The clipped command forms a fist around my heart. Even after three weeks of us not speaking to each other, Marcus is never far from my mind. And due to both of us working in camp security, he’s usually physically close, too.

Everything is different now. I used to fight my urges to jump into his arms and beg him to take me back to our room for slow, sweaty sex. Now I have to keep myself from punching him in the balls every time I see him.

The knife still feels freshly buried in my heart. Every day of the past few months on Blue Arrow Island has been a battle to survive. Life on the mainland is a struggle under the regime, too, but at least the rules are clear.

The island is a fresh tropical hell where death awaits in many forms. The cutthroats in the Rising Tide tribe. Genetically modified animals. Controlled climate extremes. The ticking time bomb inside all of us from aromium, the experimental compound Marcus helped create.

It almost killed him. The days he spent unconscious, hanging between life and death, were agonizing. I’ve never felt a betrayal as deeply as his, but I didn’t want him to die. He needs to bear witness to the destruction he helped cause.

“So I should go for the knees, or no?”

Dusty, sunbaked dirt is caked into the sweat on Amira’s face, blood from her nose swirled onto her cheek from her wiping her hand over it while we sparred.

“It’s not a definitive yes or no. If they’re protecting their face, you can’t go for the throat. Your goal is always to escape. But if you can’t—like if someone is holding your arms on the ground, knee the groin and bite anywhere you can. If you can get your opponent onto the ground, taking out a knee will keep them from chasing you.”

“Amira,” Marcus calls.

We both look at him, my eyes locking onto his. I used to see caged desire there. A leader first and a man second, the needs of the camp usually trumping what he wanted for himself. There’s still an intensity in his gaze that makes my heart pound wildly, but I don’t know what it means. Is he angry? Sorry? It’s him not even trying to talk to me that I’m the most incensed over.

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Blade’s Return (Saint’s Outlaws MC – Cherokee NC #1) Read Online Jordan Marie http://www.ilovenovels.com/blades-return-saints-outlaws-mc-cherokee-nc-1-read-online-jordan-marie-2 Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:31 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/blades-return-saints-outlaws-mc-cherokee-nc-1-read-online-jordan-marie-2 Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Suspense Authors: Jordan Marie Series: Saint's Outlaws MC - Cherokee NC Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)

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Falling in love is rarely easy.

For Blade and Olivia, it’s deadly.

BLADE

My brother and I have a plan.

Step One: I graduate law school and pass the bar.

Step Two: I help our club The Saints Outlaws get the casino we wanted off the ground.

Step Three: I'd come back as the face of the casino but reclaim my seat as Vice President of the club.

It seemed simple and it should have been.

But I never planned on Olivia or the fact that our love would blow everything all to hell.

OLIVIA

I knew it was wrong. My brother will never let me be happy.

But Blake made me want to try.

Besides, it'd only be me who paid the price for loving Blade.

At least that’s what I thought, but I was so wrong

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1 BLADE

Six Years Ago

“You have everything covered, stop worrying,” Bear laughs.

“Man, this is an important meeting. I don’t want to fuck it up,” I mutter as we walk toward the Convention Center in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

Bear surprises me by stopping before we begin walking up the concrete steps leading to the entrance. He claps his large, beefy hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. “There’s a lot in this fucked-up world that I worry about, Blade, but I’ve never worried about you. You are going to ace this meeting and we’re going to achieve every damn thing we want. I have no doubts at all, and you shouldn’t either.”

I stare at my brother. I can see the confidence he has in me. He’s fifteen years older than I am and he’s basically been the only father figure in my life. His approval means everything to me. “Thank you, Bear. I never want to disappoint you.”

He grins and pounds me on the back. “You never will.”

We start walking into the building. I allow myself to concentrate on him, trying to calm my nerves at the same time. Bear and I don’t really look like brothers. He took after our mother, who was a proud daughter of a Cherokee chief. My hair may be the color of my mother’s, and I have her eyes, but I mostly look like our father. That’s hard to swallow because he was nothing but a piece of shit. Bear’s hair is long, falling near the middle of his back. He is battle-hardened from his years in the Saints Outlaws Motorcycle Club. He moved from the mother chapter in Boston, coming back home to Cherokee, North Carolina to take over care of me after our mother died.

Right now, it would be even harder to tell Bear and I are related. He’s wearing his faded jeans, a Metallica tee, with his hair hanging free and untamed, and his club cut proudly worn—regardless of the purpose we’re here today. On the other hand, I’m in a suit and tie. My hair is neatly trimmed, and my beard is gone. Fuck, I don’t even recognize myself when I look in the mirror. I don’t like it, but everything hinges on getting the approval for this casino.

I’ll do whatever I need to do to ensure success. Our people need this. Right now, the town is a dying tourist trap, forcing proud people to play dress up—showing off their Native American heritage—and pose for pictures. This casino will put a stop to that, while injecting some much-needed capital. With that, we can make sure housing, as well as educational and professional opportunities are offered to our people and their children—like it should have been all along.

This is important to both of us but even if it wasn’t a dream I shared with my brother, I’d still do it. I owe Bear everything. He put me through school, uprooted his life, and then allowed me to prove myself as a member of his club. I worked hard so that I could rule it beside my brother, yet only the immediate club recognizes me as the Vice President. It wasn’t a position I was handed, I earned it, taking down any challenge for the office that I received.

Now, I’m hiding who I am. I don’t want any of these bigwigs thinking I’m part of the club. I’ve taken steps constantly to hide that fact—I’ve had to. We didn’t want any bias from the assholes on the board. They didn’t need to find a reason to deny our right to put in the casino. After we get the approval and have the right men in place, they’re all in for a shock.

It wouldn’t be so bad, but there’s a club trying to move into our area that Bear has been fighting. The Feral Kings MC are slime. We’ve been fighting them for a while. We’ve lost a couple of members in the war, but we’ve taken some of their ranked members, too. We’ll win, but right now is not a good time to wage an all-out war. Bear says we have to make the casino our priority. He’s right, but the quicker we can take the Feral Kings and their president, Eyeball, out—the better. He’s a sick, twisted asshole who is quite literally a psychopath. If any man deserves to die, it’s him.

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Falter – Guardian Protection Read Online Aly Martinez http://www.ilovenovels.com/falter-guardian-protection-read-online-aly-martinez Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:15 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/falter-guardian-protection-read-online-aly-martinez Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Suspense Authors: Aly Martinez Advertisement

Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)

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I once made the mistake of falling for a client, and it nearly cost me my career.
Jaded and disgraced, I used my attitude as armor so it could never happen again.

Until I was assigned to protect Lofton Beck.

Hollywood’s golden girl had a stalker on her tail—and two dead bodyguards.

She was a nightmare from the start. Didn’t follow orders. Had no concept of boundaries. Worst of all, she was so damn gorgeous I couldn’t build my walls strong enough to keep her out.

As the threats escalated, we were forced into hiding at her family’s farm. Keeping my distance became impossible with her sleeping in the room next door.

Somewhere between our early mornings together and the quiet moments when the world disappeared, it became clear her stalker wasn’t the most dangerous part of the assignment.

Protecting her was never the problem.
Falling for her could cost me everything

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LOFTON

“Help me,” I whispered into the phone, pinning it between my shoulder and ear. Zoey’s pajama-clad legs dangled at my side as I held her with my palm sealed over her mouth. Her tears felt like acid to my soul as they dripped over my fingers.

I could barely hear the nine-one-one operator over my heart pounding. “Okay, ma’am. What’s your emergency?”

“Someone broke in and—” Another gunshot exploded outside the door. I wasn’t sure where it had come from or who had fired it, but the blood on the bottom of my bare feet didn’t leave me with much hope. Flinching at the sound, I momentarily lost my grasp on Zoey’s mouth.

“I want my mommy,” she cried.

“It’s okay. She’ll be here soon.” I lied, or at least I hoped I had. Brooke would have no doubt been a calm head in the midst of chaos, but with her out picking up dinner, it was safest for her to stay far, far away.

“Ma’am,” the dispatcher called, refocusing my attention. “What’s your address?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. It’s a rental, up on…on…um—” My brain went blank.

“Siena Place?”

“Yes! That’s it.”

“Okay, I’ve got help on the way. Is anyone injured?”

“My… my bodyguard. He was shot, I think…God, I don’t know. There was blood and…”

“Okay, and what about you? Are you injured?”

“No.” Spinning in a circle, I frantically searched the small bathroom.

No window.

No exit.

No escape.

My beloved privacy had never been more terrifying.

I set Zoey on her feet. Releasing her felt wrong on every level, but whoever had broken in wasn’t there for her. Opening the linen closet, I guided her toward it.

“Tofton, no,” she sobbed my nickname while fighting against me.

Desperate and quickly running out of options, I put the phone on the tile floor and squatted to her level. A steady stream of tears fell from her ocean blue eyes.

“Baby, come on,” I pleaded. “It’s okay. You know Marty and Derrick are out there. We’re safe. We just have to hide until the police get here.” It was a bald-faced lie. I’d stepped over Derrick’s lifeless body, and I had no clue where Marty was. I prayed like hell he wasn’t on the receiving end of that last gunshot.

I nudged her toward the closet. “They’re going to take care of us, but I need you to get in there. Cover up with as many towels as you can.” I offered her a smile that should have won me a second Oscar. “Pretend this is just a game of hide-and-seek? You go in the closet and hide until I find you.”

She shook her head, lip quivering. “I don’t want to pretend.”

God, did I understand that, but this was my life.

A life I’d chosen.

A life I’d sacrificed for.

A life most people would envy.

And now, I feared it was going to be a life my Zoey was going to die for.

I brushed a curl off her forehead and traced my thumb back and forth over her tear-soaked cheek. “Keep quiet, and don’t come out no matter what you hear, okay?” I kissed her forehead hard, letting it linger as it shredded me. “I promise. I’ll be right out here.”

She sniffled, her shoulders shaking with unshed sobs, but my girl was brave. Reluctantly, she ducked into the closet. I made quick work of burying her in towels and then quietly closed the door.

With her hidden, I put the phone back to my ear.

“Ma’am? Ma’am? Are you still there?” the dispatcher called.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please hurry.”

“I have help on the way. Do you know who broke in?”

“No, I didn’t see anyone. I just heard the gunshots and took off.”

“Okay, stay on the phone with me. What’s your name?”

“Lofton Beck.”

There was a blistering pause on her end. Silence so thick it buzzed in my ears. Not even the clack of keys as I hoped she was dispatching the entire police department.

Then—

“Lofton Beck?” she questioned, her voice rising, laced with awe and disbelief.

My spine snapped straight. This was not the time for the celebrity spotlight to work its paralyzing magic. “Please, just send—” I was cut off by a sudden banging on the bathroom door.

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Burn of Summer – Knife’s Edge Alaska Read Online Rebecca Zanetti http://www.ilovenovels.com/burn-of-summer-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:10 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/burn-of-summer-knifes-edge-alaska-read-online-rebecca-zanetti Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Rebecca Zanetti Advertisement

Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)

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Welcome to Knife’s Edge, Alaska, where the four Osprey brothers return from military service with shadows in their eyes and secrets in their hearts. As danger looms, new romances ignite, and these rugged men must fight for love…and survival.

Ace Osprey was born to fly—but a crash stole his wings and left him with scars he refuses to show. Grounded and restless, the former Navy pilot masks his broken pieces with charm and swagger. He swore he’d never get tied down again, but when Dr. May Smirnov walks into Knife’s Edge with secrets in her eyes and fire in her heart, Ace finds himself pulled into a storm he can’t outmaneuver.

May came to Knife’s Edge to hide, not to burn. The small-town doctor keeps her past locked away, but Ace Osprey is a temptation she can’t ignore—infuriating, magnetic, and far too good at peeling away her walls. Their chemistry is combustible, but in a town where women are turning up dead under the endless summer sun, desire might be as dangerous as the killer stalking the shadows.

When May becomes the next target, Ace has no choice but to fight for more than just survival. Protecting her means risking his heart—and the closer they get, the more certain he is that she’s the one thing he can’t afford to lose. In Knife’s Edge, love isn’t safe…but some passions are worth the danger

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Chapter One

Ace Osprey was bleeding again.

Not a surprise. The guy showed up bleeding at least once a week. At this point, Dr. May Smirnov had spent more time stitching up the handsome jackass than she had with her own skin care routine. Which, admittedly, consisted of soap, water, and inexpensive lotion.

She had walked back into her clinic after a quick lunch down the street and now stared at him in the quaint waiting room while trying, really hard, to hold on to her temper. Pictures she’d taken of the outlying wilderness decorated the walls and failed to provide peace for once. As the small Alaska town’s only doctor, she had to act like a professional, even though she wanted to smack him atop his stubborn head.

“What now?” Okay. That sounded more like a ticked off girlfriend and not a doctor. She was not his girlfriend and never would be. “Ace?”

He lounged on the newish green leather chairs she’d managed to obtain just a day ago, his legs long, his eyes a mellow green tonight. “I tripped and fell.”

She ground her back teeth together and moved toward him, leaning to study the cut above his left eye. The flow had slowed to a trickle that ran down the side of his face to land on his grey T-shirt. “Looks like a ring caught you.”

He grinned. “You’re good at this, Doc.”

The cut wasn’t bad. She could bandage it with a butterfly. “Will I have another patient coming in?”

“Nah. I dropped him fast with a punch to the gut. He was coughing out blood a bit, but I didn’t damage anything inside him. The guy was already pretty tuned up with booze, and he went back to eating his lunch.” Ace still hadn’t moved.

She knew a lecture wouldn’t help. Even so, she owed him the truth as his doctor. “You need to stop this nonsense, Ace.” The guy was always getting in fights, but he never hurt anybody. Not really. And something told her he could if he chose. It was as if he wanted to punish himself. “Again, I have several names⁠—”

“I don’t need a shrink, Doc,” he drawled.

The heck he didn’t. “Even if you won’t see a professional, why not drop by Smitty’s?” She could not believe she’d just suggested the old mountain man help Ace, but the guy was known to fix a head or two. At least, that’s what she’d heard. “It can’t hurt.”

“You don’t know that.” The smile widened, making Ace look even more roguish. “When Paul Leithy went up to Smitty’s for advice last week, Smitty threw him out a window. I guess Paul was being a moron.”

They were all morons. All men. Well, not all. But most. May straightened, fighting the very real urge to brush a lock of Ace’s dark brown, almost black, hair away from his angled face. He was at least half Inuit and had the strong features of his people. The very handsome features. Touching him in such a way would be very un-doctorlike, and she battled with herself every day to keep professional with him. “I’d like to throw you out a window.”

He barked out a laugh, and even that held charm. Well, a rough-edged, born and bred in the Alaskan wilderness, charm. “You know I’d let you put your hands on me any way you want.”

Ah, the flirty Ace was back. She wondered, not for the first time, what he’d do if she took him up on one of his invitations. Probably run for the jagged mountains surrounding them and disappear. He thought she was safe to flirt with because she worked as his doctor. True. He had a right to believe that. Besides, he’d been playing with plenty of the tourists in town for the fishing season. Young women looking for adventure, and from what she’d heard, they’d found plenty of it with Ace. Apparently the Alaskan native was a ‘god’ in bed.

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Safe Keeping (Triple Creek Ranch #2) Read Online Kristen Proby http://www.ilovenovels.com/safe-keeping-triple-creek-ranch-2-read-online-kristen-proread-online Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:07 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/safe-keeping-triple-creek-ranch-2-read-online-kristen-proread-online Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Suspense Authors: Kristen Proby Series: Triple Creek Ranch Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 90
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby returns to Triple Creek Ranch with a sizzling romance between a brooding ex–Secret Service agent and the president’s daughter he’s sworn to protect.

Five years ago, Secret Service Agent Gideon James took a bullet to protect me.

It haunts me every single day.

As the president’s daughter, my life has never truly been my own. But when a traitor in my security detail tries to kidnap me, Mom sends me to Montana—to the one man who’s never failed to keep me safe.

These days, Gideon runs an elite security training facility on his family ranch. He’s not exactly thrilled to see me, and his family trusts me even less. But during our intense self-defense sessions, something electric ignites between us. Those steel-gray eyes see past my title to who I really am. For the first time, I’m discovering my own strength—and a desire I can’t deny.

Just as I’m falling hard, betrayal strikes again, threatening everything Gideon and I have built. Now I must choose between protecting my heart and fighting for the man who’s always protected me—and the only place I’ve ever truly belonged

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Prologue

Gideon

Fifteen Years Old

“Gideon, I need to see you in my office.” Reggie’s standing just outside the bedroom I share with three other guys. He doesn’t look mad, but I’m always in trouble, so he’s probably just used to it by now, and it isn’t showing in his expression.

At least Reggie doesn’t knock us around.

“What did you do now?” Seth, a kid that’s on my last nerve, says with a smirk that I’d like to wipe off his face.

What a moron.

I ignore him and follow Reggie down the hall, past the dining and living rooms to his office, and when he closes the door behind us, unease settles in my gut.

I freaking hate it here at this boys’ home. We all call it hell house. Basically, no one wants a foster kid like me. No one wants to adopt me. So I’m here. I mean, it could be a lot worse, but it’s not great. The food sucks. I’m always cold. My eye aches thanks to the punch from that jerk, Ryker.

I hate that guy. We’re always coming to blows. If he would just keep his big mouth shut, I could ignore him, but he must be allergic to shutting the hell up.

“I probably did whatever you’re accusing me of,” I say, starting the conversation and doing my best to look bored. “So go ahead and just give me extra chores.”

Reggie’s quiet long enough to make me nervous, and I shift in my seat.

“We have a few things to discuss,” he finally says and drags his hand down his face. “First of all, your dad—”

“No.”

Reggie sighs. “I get it.”

“No, you don’t.”

No one will ever get it, and that’s the way it should be. I fucking hate that this is my life.

I hate my life.

“You’re right.” Reggie looks down at the paper on his desk. “I don’t. But I’m trying to empathize with you, Gideon. He’s written you letters every week.”

“Throw them away.”

His face is grim. “I do. But there are about to be some changes, and I need to know, before that happens, if you’d like me to take you to see him.”

The thought of coming face-to-face with my murderous bastard of a sperm donor makes my stomach twist.

“Fuck. No.”

Reggie nods. “Okay.”

My eyes narrow, and my hands fist on my lap. “You really won’t make me go?”

“I’m not in the habit of forcing teenage boys to visit their fathers in prison.”

“But the state—”

“They can’t make you go either. I’m asking because while you don’t want to read what your father has to say, I have to read it to make sure he’s not saying anything incriminating or abusive to you. I know you don’t like me very much, but I’m on your side, kiddo.”

I don’t reply to that. My hands ball into fists, and I wait for him to keep talking.

“He’s asked to see you.”

“No.”

He nods. “You’ve already said that. You don’t have to go. Now, you do need to pack your stuff up because you’re being moved to a house.”

My gaze whips up, and nerves immediately settle in my chest, making my throat close.

This could be worse than hell house.

“I’ll be driving you this afternoon.”

“Where?”

“It’s a ranch about three hours from here. The owners, Debbie and Ray, are really good people, and you’re going to spend the summer with them.”

I get to spend the summer on a ranch? It feels like I just won the lottery.

“Ryker is going with you.”

Nope. Didn’t win the fucking lottery.

“I’m not going.”

“Unfortunately, this isn’t something you have a choice in. You have thirty minutes to pack your bag.”

He stands, like that’s the end of the conversation.

“What if I refuse?”

Reggie sighs and shakes his head. “You don’t get to refuse, Gideon. You’re fifteen, and you go where the state says you go. But I can tell you that it’s better than here. If you give it a chance, you just might like it.”

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The Billionaire I Can’t Deny (The Brodys of Whiskey Run #3) Read Online Hope Ford http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-billionaire-i-cant-deny-the-brodys-of-whiskey-run-3-read-online-hope-ford Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:05 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-billionaire-i-cant-deny-the-brodys-of-whiskey-run-3-read-online-hope-ford Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Hope Ford Series: The Brodys of Whiskey Run Series by Hope Ford
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I ran from him once.This time… he’s not letting me go. He’s my fake boyfriend, my last hope… and the man I was too scared to keep. Miller Brody is powerful, possessive, and completely out of my league. One perfect night was all it took to ruin me, and one moment of doubt sent me running. Now my world is falling apart, and he’s the only one who can fix it. Miller doesn’t just step in. He takes over. He pulls me into his life, his home, his arms, and tells the world I belong to him. It’s fake. It has to be. But the way he touches me feels real. The way he looks at me feels dangerous. And the way he says mine… it feels inevitable. I tell myself I won’t fall for him again. Because if I lose this, I won’t just lose him.
I’ll lose everything that matters

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CHAPTER 1

LINDSEY

I’m packing up my gear, fumbling the whole time.

I do this every day. Sometimes even more than once. But today, nothing is going like it should.

I don’t even have to look up to feel his eyes on me.

It was supposed to be a quick photo. As a matter of fact, I was told he demanded that it not take up more than three minutes of his time.

Well, his photo shoot was at ten a.m. this morning, and he’s still here at five o’clock.

Miller Brody is known for being aloof. He’s a lone wolf, and word on the street is he’s close to no one except his family. Of course, there are other rumors. I heard a few more today. Some of the women I photographed made no effort to hide how much they wanted him. One even hinted—boldly—at just how good he is in bed.

Just hearing that made my heart rate pick up. Jealousy. Pure and simple.

It’s crazy. I don’t know this man. I’ve only seen him in pictures until today. But there’s something about him that brings out a possessiveness in me that I didn’t know I had.

The man that has watched me all day rises from his seat in the corner. Sometime during the day, he’d uncuffed his sleeves and rolled them up, baring strong forearms covered in ink.

He removed the tie and undid a few buttons, and there are more intricate black lines on his neck. Everything in me wanted to point my camera at him, but I withheld.

As soon as he rises, the staff approaches him, seeing what he needs. It’s like everyone is attuned to him, wanting to please him, and when a young blond woman with perky breasts licks her lips and asks him if she can get him anything, I know exactly what’s on her mind.

I lower my gaze to my camera. Just pack up and get out of here, Lindsey. There’s no reason to stick around and see which woman he chooses to take home with him today.

I try to ignore the whole situation… until those tattooed forearms I’d been drooling over are right there in front of me. “Lindsey.”

His voice is gruff, and I swear I feel a rumble in my lower belly.

I look up. His large fingers are stroking his beard as his gaze pierces me. I lower my eyes. “How can I help you, Mr. Brody? Were you not happy with the pictures?”

He takes a step toward me. “I didn’t see them.”

I look around for my assistant that was hired for the day, but he’s nowhere to be found. Probably left as soon as he packed up my gear. Everything is stacked up, and I realize I’m going to have to lug it all out to my truck. Oh my God, this day is never going to end. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brody. My assistant was supposed to⁠—”

Miller pops his shoulders. “He tried. I didn’t want him to show me. I want you to show me.”

My mouth falls open. Is this some kind of rich thing? You don’t let the help near? My lips purse in anger. I have thought a lot of things today, but I didn’t expect Miller Brody to be a stuck-up snob. “Right, well, let me show you.”

He points at my mouth. “What are you thinking right now?”

I hold my camera between us. “Excuse me?”

He lifts his hand and smooths my cheek softly. I should pull back from his touch, but I’m too surprised to move. “You’re mad… Why?”

I shake my head. “I’m not mad.”

He smiles softly. “Lindsey, I’ve watched you all day. When you’re pleased with a photo, your eyes sparkle. When someone annoys you, you get a line between your eyes. When you’re jealous, your face flushes and you look away.” He smiles as he says that one and then strokes my cheek again. “And when you’re mad, your mouth tightens.”

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Stay With Me (Dangerous Obsession #1) Read Online Nikki Sloane http://www.ilovenovels.com/stay-with-me-dangerous-obsession-1-read-online-nikki-sloane Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:03 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/stay-with-me-dangerous-obsession-1-read-online-nikki-sloane Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Suspense Authors: Nikki Sloane Series: Dangerous Obsession Series by Nikki Sloane
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Total pages in book: 110
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When the spotlight turns deadly, survival becomes the performance of her life.

A single gunshot rings out, shattering Laurel Hayward’s debut as a professional dancer—and witnessing an assassination is only the beginning of her nightmare. The ruthless killer will stop at nothing to find her—determined to possess her or silence her forever.

Enter Deputy U.S. Marshal Jason Dunn: handsome, confident, and far too good at getting under Laurel’s skin. Keeping her alive is his job, but keeping his distance? Impossible. Alone in the secluded safe house, the line between duty and desire blurs into something too powerful to resist.

Laurel needs Jason to survive. Jason needs her to finally capture the ghost who’s haunted his career for years. But as their attraction ignites, the obsessed killer returns with a deadly final act . . .

And it could cost them everything.

* Stay With Me was previously published in 2014 as Stay 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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Prologue

NOW

LAUREL

My hands reached behind to grasp the cold metal railing while I sucked the pre-dawn air into my lungs.

What the hell?

I stood precariously on the ledge of a balcony with my toes curled over the edge. This, and my death-grip on the wrought iron at my back, were all that kept me from plunging to the rocks far below.

Water lapped against the cliff. I hated heights. So why on Earth was I out here?

I tried to steady my breathing and keep my gaze up, but my legs shook. I shivered in the cold wind, making the railing rattle. A panicked whimper escaped from my lips as I pivoted on my heel, turning until the rail slammed into my stomach, but I didn’t care.

At least I could cling to two things now. The wrought iron, and the illusion I was safely back on the stone balcony.

I took another breath and launched myself up and over the railing. It wasn’t pretty, but both feet hit the ground, meaning I was still alive. My teeth chattered because I was only wearing silk pajama pants and a camisole top.

Across the balcony, a robe was draped over a patio chair.

I slipped my arms into it as I tried to remember why I’d taken it off, but sharp, agonizing pain sliced through my head. I moved my fingers up to the nape of my neck, and then up into my hair where it ached the most.

There was a large wound near the crown of my skull.

It wasn’t fresh, but not yet healed, either. Something foreign and sharp was embedded in my skin. The hair around it felt like it had been shaved at one point but had started to grow back. I turned to face the house as reality washed over me.

Nothing was familiar. Not this place, not my clothes, not how I got here. I pushed a strand of brown hair out of my eyes. Holy crap, not even my hair color seemed right. The force of it all almost knocked me off my feet.

I couldn’t remember.

It was all just empty.

I trembled and cinched the robe tighter, eyeing the railing. What had I been doing out there?

A single word echoed through my mind, which was terrifying . . . Suicide.

“Hey.” His voice was soft, but I jumped anyway. “What are you doing?”

The man used the heel of his palm to grind the sleep from one eye. He wore a plain t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, and his mahogany hair was askew. Taller than average, and likely in his thirties. I peered at his face, tried to force myself to recognize him. He was attractive and seemed to know me, so surely I should remember him.

Nothing.

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything, because what would I say?

“Well, we’re awake. You want coffee?” He turned to head back in through the French doors he’d strolled through.

I stayed deathly quiet. Everything was too overwhelming.

When I didn’t respond, he stopped and focused on me, concern washing through his expression. “What is it?”

I held up a hand and gestured to the surroundings. I still couldn’t bring myself to choke out anything, but the panic in my eyes must have spoken for me. The unease in him grew ten-fold and, when he tried to approach, I shuffled backward instinctively.

It caused him to stop short and look defeated. “You don’t know who I am.”

“I don’t.” It came out as a whisper, but the words crushed him all the same.

“We were in a car accident. A pretty horrific one, so it’s good you don’t remember it. That’s our silver lining to this whole thing.” He drew in a heavy breath, perhaps considering his next words. “There was a significant bleed in your brain, and they had to keep you in a medically induced coma for a week. The day they discharged me and you were still under was the worst day of my life.”

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Drifting Dawn (Scottish Isles #2) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.ilovenovels.com/drifting-dawn-scottish-isles-2-read-online-samantha-young Wed, 13 May 2026 18:53:34 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/drifting-dawn-scottish-isles-2-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Samantha Young Series: Scottish Isles Series by Samantha Young
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Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
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After eighteen years, I’ve come home to the Scottish island of my childhood. It’s the place I vowed I wouldn’t return to so I never again had to see the man who broke my heart into a million pieces.

Yet family has inevitably brought me back, and avoiding my ex, Quinn McQuarrie, is proving impossible when he insists on digging up the past every time we meet.

Quinn is now a single dad, the local contractor, and the person the entire town is rooting for to get his happily ever after. The problem is, he wants me to be his HEA, and I just want to move on. When Quinn sees my plans to save the town’s volunteer lifeboat service as an opportunity to work together, I’m stuck with him. And, unfortunately, I soon realize there’s no denying that the chemistry we share has only grown more intense with the passing of time.

I know Quinn wants more than just a physical relationship, but it’s all I can promise with so much hurt and distrust between us.

However, when strange disturbances escalate to harassment, our lives are turned upside down, and Quinn proves he will do anything in his power to protect me. Even if it means losing each other before we ever get our second chance

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Prologue

Quinn

The Hebridean Islands, Scotland

October, This Year

The colorful row of buildings on Main Street grew more visible as the small ferry cut through the water toward Leth Sholas. Relief, as well as urgency, thrummed through me as I took in the coastal front of my hometown on the Isle of Glenvulin. The red-painted hotel and pub, the Fisherman’s Lantern, the blue-and-yellow home of the Leth Sholas Bakery & Tearoom. The harbor bustled with fishing crews.

But it was the pink-and-white building next to the bakery where my gaze fixed.

Macbeth’s Pages & Perks. Our local coffeehouse and bookstore. Now owned by Taran Macbeth.

The love of my fucking life.

The thought elicited a spearing pain under my sternum that I still wasn’t used to, my hands tightening around the railing as our boat bobbed across the water, drawing us nearer to home.

I was grateful the weather was calm enough to allow travel back to Leth Sholas—colloquially nicknamed Half-Light Harbor—leth sholas translated to half-light in English. Ramsay and I had driven from our current location on the Isle of Thistles, where we were assessing whether we wanted to take on the job of fixing mistakes made by another construction crew at the site of an upcoming whisky distillery and an adjoining hotel. The island’s real name was Isle of Scaris, but many decades ago a previous owner had planted an entire field of thistles in a boggy marshland beneath the bridge that connected it to the mainland. Wild thistles were the first thing you saw as you approached the island, so the nickname had stuck.

I co-owned the construction company alongside my business partner Ramsay McRae, and this job, if we took it, would mean living on Scaris four days a week. It was tough being away from home that much, for all of us. The compensation, however, meant I couldn’t say no without great thought. My crew would be glad for the work. I tended to take on jobs that were seasonal but paid well enough to cover my men financially for the entire year. Staying on Scaris would allow us to work faster, and I was confident we could finish in six weeks, but it would be risky considering winter weather was heading our way, which could complicate back-and-forth travel.

That’s where my mind should be. Weighing the pros and cons. Logistics, plans.

Yet all I could think of was Taran.

There were days I missed my kids so badly, it burned like indigestion. When their mum, my ex-wife Kiera, moved them to the mainland, to Oban, it destroyed me. I saw them every other weekend and we alternated holidays. Now my oldest, Heather, had left for university.

It was a gaping wound not having them here.

To then be away from Leth Sholas, from her …

Like the six-foot-four ninja he was, Ramsay McRae suddenly appeared at my side as the boat pulled into Leth Sholas’s harbor.

“I’ll say it again.” My friend’s voice was just loud enough to be heard over the water and the boat engine. “You have to live your life as normal. Last year you would have taken this job.”

I scowled. “Aye? Eoghan is still out there on bail. It might have been quiet for a while, but I still don’t trust him. How did you feel last year when Halston Cole sent that prick after Tierney? How would you have felt if you were forced to be away from her for four nights a week when all that shit was going down?” I referred to Ramsay’s girlfriend, the American owner of Leth Sholas Guest House, an old Victorian building that sat atop the hill above Main Street that we renovated last year.

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Blade’s Fall (Saint’s Outlaws MC – Cherokee NC #2) Read Online Jordan Marie http://www.ilovenovels.com/blades-fall-saints-outlaws-mc-cherokee-nc-2-read-online-jordan-marie Wed, 13 May 2026 18:53:08 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/blades-fall-saints-outlaws-mc-cherokee-nc-2-read-online-jordan-marie Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Authors: Jordan Marie Series: Saint's Outlaws MC - Cherokee NC Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 40
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Blade has spent the last four years in jail for a murder he didn’t commit.
When he’s released, his anger is directed at the woman he once vowed to love for the rest of his life.
Yet, there are secrets he doesn’t know.
Lies surround him.
When she pleads her innocence, he doesn’t buy it. Blade vows to make her pay.
Will he destroy his future because of his past?

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1 BLADE

“It’s over, brother. The Feral Kings have been disbanded. With the help of the Savage Brothers, the Devil’s Blaze, and their allies, it’s done. We’ve personally taken over the Feral Kings’ old clubhouse, and most of them are dead. You can finally get out of this hellhole and get your life back.”

“If you believe that, Hangman, I put the wrong man in charge all these years.”

“It’s not like that, Blade. I just meant you don’t have to go after Olivia. She didn’t help her brother kill Bear. She was his victim, too. We got evidence of that. We’ll kill them all, I promise you. I’m already working on it. My point is only that you can get out of here, breathe fresh air, and end this with their deaths. There’s no need of going further.”

“It’s not finished. It will never be completely finished until they are all dead, and I’ve made them feel the pain I’ve felt inside of me for over four years. I want them all to suffer, and that includes that fucker’s sister. She has the same blood inside her that is flowing in his veins. I want them all wiped off the face of this earth, just like my brother was. I want to watch their world crash around them. I want my hands wrapped around their throats when they take their last breath. I made a vow to Bear that I would make them pay, and by God, they will.”

“Do you really think Bear would want you to take this revenge out on an innocent girl? If you think that, you don’t remember your brother the way he was, Blade.”

“I remember Bear perfectly,” I growl. My hand trembles with the need to strike Hangman down. We might be as close as brothers, but he doesn’t know the rage inside me. He’s right, Bear wouldn’t want me hurting Olivia. He always had a soft spot for women, and that helped lead to his demise. Still, he didn’t see her that night I was captured. He didn’t hear her confession. I won’t kill Olivia, but she will suffer. I’ll destroy her in a much more painful way than death. She might not have helped her brother, but she distracted me that day. She was the reason I wasn’t there protecting Bear’s back. “If you and the club won’t support me, I’ll do this on my own,” I finally answer with a shrug. It’s not like I haven’t been on my own while in jail. I’ll get my revenge without help. I don’t really give a fuck.

“Don’t be stupid. You know this is your club. We’ll support you. We know what’s driving you, and we want the same. I just don’t think Olivia should be part of it.”

“That’s not your decision,” I respond, slightly relieved that my club still has my back. “I won’t be reporting back to the club for another month. I have other things to set up first. I get out Friday and I’ll be living at the resort. Have Layna get the crew to clean it and make sure it’s ready for me.”

I see the look on his face at the mention of Layna. She’s a mercenary bitch, but she does what I tell her to do. She also knows to stay in my graces because she likes money and power. Of course, the woman mistakenly thinks that means it will all be hers one day, but that will never happen. The last woman I let my guard down around cost me everything. Truthfully, I picked Layna because I knew it would be a slap in the face to Olivia. It will just be a minor hurt compared to what I will dish out to her, however.

“I’ll make sure it gets done,” he finally responds, clearly upset.

“Good. I’ll contact you once I get out Friday.”

“You don’t want one of us to pick you up?”

“I’ve had Eagle arrange for a car to pick me up and bring me to the resort. I’ll set up a meeting with you after I get some things set up.”

“You know, in case you need reminding, we’re not your employees, we’re your brothers, Blade. We’re family.”

Guilt hits me at once, but I push it away. “I have to do this. I can’t step back into my life until I do. Bear deserves to rest easy, and I’m going to make sure he gets to.”

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Garbage Man (Blue Collar Vigilante Vampires #1) Read Online Max Monroe http://www.ilovenovels.com/garbage-man-blue-collar-vigilante-vampires-1-read-online-max-monroe Wed, 13 May 2026 18:53:04 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/garbage-man-blue-collar-vigilante-vampires-1-read-online-max-monroe Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense, Vampires Authors: Max Monroe Series: Blue Collar Vigilante Vampires Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 55
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He collects trash for a living.
Before sunrise, he’s collecting her.

Rook Slater is big, brutal, and permanently grumpy. By day, he’s a garbage man. By night, he plays hockey and keeps the world at arm’s length.

Until the fated mate bond strikes hard and fast. One look at Kylie Moon—right after his twenty-eighth birthday—and destiny snaps into place.

She’s his.

There’s just one problem.

Her blood is rare—coveted—and the monsters in the shadows want to claim her.
Evil. Elite. Powerful. These are the kind of men who stop at nothing to have what they want.

But Rook Slater doesn’t lose what’s his.
And he certainly doesn’t bend the knee.

He’s good at taking out the trash—and these monsters are next.

Once fate locks in, Rook won’t just fight for the woman he loves.
He’ll kidnap and kill for her

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Rook

She tries to scream.

I see it before I hear it—the sharp inhale, the panic flaring in her eyes as her mouth opens and nothing comes out. Her breath goes ragged, and she twists her arm violently in the fucking asshole’s grip.

But his hold tightens around her wrist. His mind—and those of the two suited gofers with him—is very much focused on getting Kylie into their Escalade that’s parked in her driveway. I shouldn’t be able to hear their thoughts, but I can. Because of her.

“Stop, Kylie,” he says, already annoyed. “We don’t have time for this.”

The sound of her name on his lips is the final line crossed. I’m out of the Suburban before Kane can even pull it to a stop and stride up her driveway.

“Take your hand off her.”

The man freezes. All three men do, in fact.

I’ve never seen these men. I don’t know them personally, but I know e-fucking-nough to know exactly who they work for and why they’re here.

“Rook Slater,” the one with eyes so light they look transparent says. “We heard some rumblings. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here.” A faint smile tugs at his mouth. He’s enjoying this. I will fucking kill him.

“This doesn’t involve you,” the man holding Kylie’s arm spits.

“Yeah,” I say evenly. “It does. Because it involves her.”

“She’s coming with us.”

“No. She’s fucking not.” It’s all I say before I make my move. One second, my hand is empty, and the next, I’m behind him, dragging him back by his neck.

She is mine, motherfucker. And no one touches what’s mine.

His grip on Kylie breaks, and my forearm locks around his throat.

And I don’t hesitate then; I yank. Hard.

There’s a sharp crack beneath my arm, and a wet, choking sound leaves his throat. His body jerks once, then goes slack. I hold him there a second longer, just to be sure.

Then I drop his lifeless body to the ground.

Kylie stumbles back, freed from his hold, and shock steals the strength from her legs.

The one with the creepy transparent eyes lunges, but Kane hits him mid-step—muscle crushing bone and the impact sharp enough to echo off the house. The man collapses in a heap, and Calloway has the third man pinned against the Escalade and is landing punch after punch to his face before the man can even register the instinct to fight back.

It’s fucking vicious and violent, but it’s necessary. And at lightning-quick speed, the speed only men like us can utilize, we ensure all three of these motherfuckers won’t be opening their eyes again.

I turn to Kylie. Her wild and terrified gaze finds mine.

“Kylie,” I say as calmly as I can. “We have to go.”

She shakes her head, her body frozen. “What—”

“Now,” I snap, urgency breaking through. “We have to go now.”

She doesn’t move. At this point, I know there won’t be any talking her down or convincing her with words. I can tell by the stiffness in her posture and the rod in her spine and the panic-shakes of her hands.

But we have to go. We have to get the fuck out of here.

I’m going to have to take her. Whether she wants to go or not.

I close the distance between us, and her feet retreat instinctively toward the garage. It breaks my heart to see her this scared, but I have to do what I have to do.

I’m sorry, Ky. Really, I am.

“Rook,” she pleads. “Please. Don’t.”

I step in, pin her arms to her sides, and lift her over my shoulder. She fights me—kicking, twisting, screaming—but I don’t slow down.

“Rook, no!” she gasps. “Put me down!”

I don’t.

Her heart beats faster as my brothers and I take her toward the Suburban with haste.

She screams and fights and cries, and I grind my jaw against the discomfort without slowing my stride.

In this moment, she believes she’ll die at my hands if she doesn’t escape.

What she doesn’t know is how much she’ll suffer under theirs if she does.

Kylie

Wham.

A face slams against the plexiglass before sliding down dramatically, and the brute who sent the poor soul into it skates away while chuckling to his teammates.

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