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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)

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PLEASE READ CHAINED BEFORE READING FREED.

I thought I was finally secure.
But I should have known better.
I was never safe–not unless Damien made sure I was.
And Damien was no longer here.
Now, it’s up to Miles . . .
And I’m not sure if he’s enough to save me.

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Miles

Making Hayley my wife was one of the best decisions I’d made in my life thus far. I never thought I’d have a chance with her, especially when she’d been with Damien, so I’d always admired her from afar, taking care of her as I could and when she would let me.

But now that she was mine, I never wanted to take that for granted. And it was because she was mine that I was making the decisions that I was today.

Like finally getting out of this shady shit, separating from the FBI, and finally going one hundred percent clean.

But it wasn’t easy. Damien had left as many enemies behind as he’d left alliances, and I had to be extra careful. Hayley’s life and William’s life relied on it. One careless move could put them in a set of crosshairs.

“You good, man?” Quinn asked as he stepped up beside me. Four of our men were unloading the shipment of guns that had just come in and were counting them as they did to make sure we got our full order. I knew the FBI were watching every move we made at this location and had our backs if shit went down, but it didn’t make me any less weary.

Doing this shit all the time was wearing me down. The constant need to be on guard was killing my mental health. I had no idea how Damien dealt with this shit all the time. Maybe it did bother him, and he just never let on.

But most days, I found myself quietly asking him to fucking guide me because even though I’d been his best friend and his right-hand man since he started this shit, it didn’t make it any easier. The weight of everyone’s lives on my shoulders, the weight of all the decisions I had to make—it made it feel like I was carrying around thousands of pounds all the time.

“I’m good,” I grunted. I narrowed my eyes when one of my men suddenly stopped, looking up at me. “Fuck,” I muttered, already moving toward him before he called out for me. “What is it?” I barked once I was near him.

“Missing two guns out of this crate.”

I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth before I forced myself to relax it. “Search the van,” I ordered. “You,” I snapped at the other guy near him. “Get those men out of the van and check them. Get them on the ground until we find these other two guns.”

Both men quickly moved into action. I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited, watching everything around me, my muscles tensed with agitation.

Seemed like nothing could ever fucking go right anymore. I had a feeling people were figuring out I was trying to pull out of the game, and they weren’t fucking liking it.

“Nada,” the first guy told me, coming out of the van a few minutes later.

I marched over to the two men sprawled on the ground, Quinn pointed a gun at their heads to keep them down and still. “Where are they?” I demanded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the bald one said. He had tattoos all over his skull, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

I applied pressure to his spine. He gritted his teeth to hide his pain. “Don’t play games with me, fucker. Where the hell are those two rifles?”

Silence. I knelt in front of them and pulled my knife out of my boot. “Don’t make me ask again,” I snarled. I was losing my patience. I wanted to get home to my woman and our son. Hayley hadn’t been feeling good lately. The baby was kicking her ass. It was a rough first trimester for her so far, and I didn’t like being away from her.

“We sold them!” the other guy blurted. “We just needed some quick cash—”

I stabbed one, and Quinn shot the other. After, I yanked my knife out his neck and swiped it on my jeans before shoving it back into my boot. “Get rid of the bodies,” I instructed two of my men. They nodded and quickly got to work. I pinched the bridge of my nose before looking at Quinn. “Get in touch with your boss; let him know what happened so he can smooth shit out.”

Quinn nodded once and moved off, pulling his burner out of his pocket. I crossed my arms over my chest and went back to watching them pull the rest of the guns out. Once I got the affirmative that they were all accounted for except the two that had been sold, I had them move the weapons into the warehouse, and then I sent two of them off to get rid of the van so there wasn’t any evidence of the missing men.

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)

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CHAINED DUET PREQUEL

I knew from the moment I met him that darkness lurked just beneath his surface.
But I was intrigued.
I was warned against him.
But I didn’t heed anyone’s warnings.
I dove headfirst into his world, ignoring my own mind screaming at me to run the other way.
Damien was deadly, dark, and dangerous.
And I was about to find out just how much.

**ends on cliffhanger.

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Prologue

Some girls dream about bad boys. They read about them. Fantasize about them. Wonder what it would be like to change one.

I was never one of those girls.

I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t naïve. I knew what bad boys were capable of.

They were monsters. There was no changing them. They were cold, ruthless, and deadly.

They were the real-life versions of the things that went bump in the night when we were children.

. . . I should have known from our first encounter what kind of man he was.

I should have saved myself right then and there.

Damien was cruel. A monster. A criminal. Deadly. Dark. Dangerous.

But even after he continuously proved that to me over and over, I continued to fall for him.

Because I turned into one of those girls. I thought I could change him—save him.

But the devil already owned his soul.

And now, he was going to own mine.

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There are some things a girl can’t live without. Some can’t survive without makeup. Others have to have their best friend.

Me? I just needed coffee.

Lacie rolled her eyes at me when she saw the iced coffee in my hand. “It’s a wonder you’re not diabetic with all that sugar you have them put in there,” she reprimanded.

I rolled my eyes. “A girl can’t survive without her coffee.”

“Wrong,” Lacie corrected me. “I can survive without my coffee. As long as I’ve got you, I’m good. You on the other hand?” She snorted. “I fear if you had to choose between me and coffee, you’d choose that damned coffee.”

See? Some girls needed their best friends. Lacie was one of those girls.

Coffee was my savior each and every day. I would starve before I ever had to start my day without my coffee. I’ve done it before when funds were tight. Coffee always won.

Suddenly, Lacie cursed and quickly shoved her phone into her pocket, almost spilling her coffee in the process when her elbow bumped it. I arched a brow at her in question. “I have an appointment with a tutor before my class starts, and I completely forgot,” she rushed out. She leaned over and quickly hugged me in parting before she ran off, her sneakers slapping against the pavement.

I laughed softly. That was Lacie for you. She was always forgetting some kind of appointment she made, having to rush off at the last second to make it to where she needed to be. But I loved her, nonetheless.

I walked towards the exit, deciding to take a more scenic route to my first class of the morning since Lacie and I weren’t spending our morning together like usual. Though it sucked, it gave me the opportunity to enjoy nature and the morning for once, though I certainly wasn’t a morning person at all. But since I was already up and awake, I may as well.

I pulled out my phone, intending to read while I walked, since not many people were up and about this time of morning, especially on the route I was planning to take. Normally, this route didn’t get used until later in the day when cheating guys and girls wanted a quick place to make out—or fuck.

But luck wasn’t on my side that morning.

I shrieked when someone bumped into me, knocking both my phone and my coffee out of my hands. I stared in horror at the ground.

My coffee.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I exploded, snapping my head up to glare at the person who had bumped into me.

My breath caught in my throat as soon as my eyes landed on his face. He was fucking gorgeous with dark hair that curled slightly over his forehead. His blue eyes were almost hypnotizing, sucking me into his force field without any effort on his part.

“Sorry,” he apologized. He reached down and grabbed my phone, handing it to me. The screen was shattered, but I wasn’t worried about that. It still worked when I swiped my thumb across the screen.

However, my spilled, delicious coffee was now no longer fucking useful to me.

“I’ll replace your phone,” he offered.

I scowled at him. “What about my fucking coffee?” I demanded, now completely irate. I hadn’t even had a sip of it. “Coffee—fucking wasted because you can’t watch where the fuck you’re going.”

His lips twitched with amusement all while anger flashed in his eyes. But I didn’t back down. Like fuck was I backing down when my coffee lay splattered and useless on the fucking ground at my feet. “Lady, you were the one looking at your phone.”

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Chained (Chained Duet #2) Read Online T.O. Smith http://www.ilovenovels.com/chained-chained-duet-2-read-online-t-o-smith Mon, 12 Sep 2022 11:45:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/chained-chained-duet-2-read-online-t-o-smith Genre: Romance Authors: T.O. Smith Series: Chained Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)

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My life was a series of tragedies. The kind that I thought I could never heal from.
And when he’s ripped away from me, I’m left empty and hollow. I’m left with more guilt than any human being should be forced to cope with.
There was no hope for me.
Perhaps I was destined to fall from the very beginning.
. . . Until him. Until he saved me.

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I glared up at the clock hanging on the wall as it continued its annoying and incessant tick-tock, tick-tock sound. I’ve been sitting in the same chair in the same hospital waiting room for hours. I had honestly lost track of the amount of time I had been here.

My best friend was lying in a hospital bed in one of these rooms—they wouldn’t tell me which one—with a gunshot wound to her shoulder.

“Can you tell me anything?” I had begged the nurse when he had come to tell me that they were doing all they could for her.

“It’s critical.” That was all he had said. No real information. Nothing on whether they were optimistic that she would live or that they feared she would die.

Just critical.

So, I’ve been sitting in this waiting room, trying my hardest to wait patiently for some kind of news. Lacie—my best friend—was the only person that I had left. Being a foster kid all of my life, I had never had someone I could rely on.

Even my ex had managed to destroy me.

No one had ever truly cared about me—except for her. So, I couldn’t lose Lacie. I would be completely alone.

Slam.

I immediately jumped to my feet and looked toward the door that I had heard slam shut. My eyes locked on the surgeon that had been operating on Lacie as he made his way over to me.

Honestly, could he be any slower?

Nerves were making me jittery, and I danced from foot to foot. I needed to know how Lacie was doing, if she made it, if she was going to live.

“Miss Jones, we tried to save her—" I immediately stopped listening to him after that and turned away. I forced myself to blink back the tears. It was so obvious what the doctor was saying.

Lacie hadn’t made it.

That bastard shot her, and she didn’t make it.

I lost my best friend because of some psycho hell-bent on ruining her life.

I turned back to him after I managed to collect myself enough to deal with the situation at hand. “Can I see her?” My voice was hoarse, evidence of the tears I was struggling to hold back clear in my voice.

But I didn’t have time for all that now. I could break down and cry later—even scream about how unfair God was.

But right now, I needed to see her; I needed to see the only person I had ever been able to rely on one last time.

The surgeon simply nodded his head and told me what room and on what floor I could find her. I rushed to her room as quickly as possible, but when I laid my palm on the door handle, I couldn’t bring myself to open it immediately. I was afraid of what I would see on the other side of the wooden, brown door once I opened it. I didn’t want to see what I knew I would. I didn’t think that I could handle the sight of it.

I drew in a deep breath, however, and forced myself to turn the handle down and push open the heavy door. I didn’t step in; I just stood there, taking in the white, sterilized room. I was taking my time observing everything I could before I decided to lay my eyes on her.

It was a normal hospital room, much like the one I laid in for months after overdosing when I had broken things off with Damien four years ago. A flat-screen television hung on the wall across from the bed, and there were two hard-looking chairs sitting next to each other against the wall under the window.

I slowly let my eyes move over to her heart monitor and IV drip. It was all turned off, considering the fact that she was dead. She didn’t need them anymore.

I felt tears brim my eyes. Before I could bring myself to force them back, my eyes landed on Lacie. She was deathly still and pale. Her arms lay out straight against her body, her palms flat on the mattress beside her thighs. Her hospital gown was a baby blue color, so light that it was almost white, and almost blended in with the sheets that covered her up to her belly.

I stepped a little further into the room, a couple of tears slipping out of the corners of my eyes. Anger towards the man that did this to her and sadness at the thought of her no longer being a part of my life gripped my heart, making me feel as if it were constricting. My chest was tight with emotion that I didn’t know how to handle. I wanted to hit something, but at the same time, I wanted to lock myself in a room by myself to scream and cry.

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