Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Ryker Vale rules the city with guns, blood, and absolute control. Older. Untouchable. He destroys anyone who defies him.
Unfortunately for both of us—I do.
Now our parents have merged their criminal empires, and I’m forced into his house…
His territory…
His line of fire.
Every fight is charged. Every touch forbidden. Enemies by blood. Step-siblings by marriage.
We were never meant to want each other. But enemies make the most dangerous lovers.
And Ryker Vale never lets go once he’s claimed something.
An explosive, over-the-top enemies-to-lovers romance featuring a ruthless crime king step-brother and the fearless virgin heiress who refuses to bow to him. No cheating, no cliffhangers—just off-limits tension, savage power plays, obsession that burns hotter than bullets, and a hard-won, possessive HEA
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1
RYKER
I’m counting up today’s earnings when Kane enters my office. “She’s down at Rocky’s. Got her crew with her.”
My fists clench tightly as a stab of adrenaline zaps my body. I reach into my drawer and grab my gun—the always reliable .38 revolver.
“I warned her,” I snarl as I stand.
Kane smirks. He knows what’s about to go down, and he’s excited. “Maybe she’s making a takeover play?”
My chair slams against the wall as I rocket to my feet and snatch my coat from the rack. Teeth grinding together, I launch past my second-in-command.
“Rally the troops,” I tell him. “Meet me there.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I bust out of my twenty-million-dollar mansion and slide into my blood-red Lamborghini. I floor it and drift out of the gates onto the street.
A couple of cops doing a traffic stop just watch me run a red light and look the other way. They know who I am, and they know better than to pull me over.
I’m Ryker Vale, heir to the Vale crime family. For the last thirty years, we’ve run half of Chicago. Only now there’s a new gang in town, The Noirs, and they’re making things messy.
They came to town looking for a fight, but after a few years of trading blood, we finally reached a truce. We’ve gone five years without incident, but now their daughter, Sable Noir, is pushing the boundary lines and stirring up trouble.
I sent Kane to warn her once, but if what he says is true, she’s not listening. And tonight, I’m going to show her who really runs this city.
A fleet of black Noir-family SUVs sits out front of Rocky’s Bar as I pull up, and my rage starts boiling. What does this girl think she’s doing?
Glancing in my rear-view, I see my boys rolling up behind me as I park across the street and get out.
“How many does she have with her?” I bark.
“Six or seven,” Kane replies.
I slam a fist into my palm, embracing the pain, readying myself for war as I cross the street. My men take up the flanks like the soldiers they are. Sable might think I’m gonna go easy on her, but she has no idea what’s coming.
I nearly tear the front door off its hinges as I enter the bar. Smoke fills my nostrils, and chatter assaults my ears. Club music blares, and Noir men in black suits lean against the bar.
Rocky’s is Vale territory. It’s a front that we use to clean our dirty money. The Noir family knows this. But Sable is unhinged and crossing the line.
Well, if she wants a war, I’ll give her one.
“Point her out,” I tell Kane. I’ve never actually met Sable in person, but as soon as I’ve asked the question, I see there’s no need. Only one woman in this bar tonight could be Sable Noir, and I’m staring right at her.
Stunning would be an understatement. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Dark hair with ice-cold blue eyes. Lush, plump, red lips, a thin neck and perky tits that are nearly spilling out of the black lace top she’s wearing.
“Fuck…”
Blood rushes to my cock as I stare. Kane shifts at my side, ready for my command.
“I know,” he chuckles. “She’s a looker—”
“Shut your mouth,” I snap, drawing a startled look from him. “We’re here to work.”
Leading the pack, I stride right up to one of Sable’s men as he’s about to take a shot and drive my fist into his side. At least two ribs crack under my knuckles. He cries out and drops like a brick, writhing in pain at my feet.
His men whirl, reaching for weapons, but Sable snaps, raising her hand in the air, “Hold.”
Her men freeze, obeying their leader’s command. She’s got them well trained, I’ll give her that.
Sable may be only eighteen, but she already looks like a fashion model turned crime boss.
My eyes narrow as I stare into her icy blues. She’s wearing a blood-red skirt, black stockings with a black garter belt, and black designer heels with red bottoms.
“Sable Noir,” I say, my voice tight and low. “This is Vale turf. You and your men leave now. I’m only going to ask once.”
The energy of my men is palpable—they’re itching for blood.
Sable’s plump lips twist up at the corners. Am I amusing her?
She glances at her man still groaning in pain at my feet, then takes a cherry from her drink and slips it into her mouth.
“After you broke poor Jacob’s ribs? No, I don’t think so…Ryker? That’s your name, right?”
My skin is hot. My knuckles yearn for flesh and bone. “You know my name.”
Her eyes gleam back at me. She nods, flicking the cherry stem onto the floor.
“Yes, I do. But I have news for you, Ryker.” The length of her legs and the curve of her hips goes straight to my core as she stands. Her designer perfume wafts into my lungs—sweet, dangerous, intoxicating. “This bar belongs to me now.”