Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Now, Lennox “Top Dog” Wilde, is out of
the doghouse, and he’s not returning without a hunk of flesh.
BOOK 1 and Part 2 of the 7 Deadly Kins Series
Lennox Wilde is determined to protect Nadia 'Velvet' Deere from unforeseen danger, lurking in every corner. As he battles family demons and Nadia wrestles with her pain and paths to healing, their love for one another grows.
Nadia must choose between her past and her present, while Lennox is set administering the perfect revenge, securing the keys to his freedom, and offering Nadia the loyalty and love she’s never had.
Their greatest challenges are yet to come.
From USA Today bestselling author Tiana Laveen comes Book one of the 7 Deadly Kins series. Come along for a dark love story packed with suspense, revenge and passion. ‘The Top Dog – Lust’ is an exciting friends to lovers, second chance, destined for love, possessive alpha hero, bad boy, sexy, slow burn, contemporary romance. It’s the first installment in the series, but can be read as a standalone double novel. It has no cliffhanger, and has a HEA (Happily-ever-after). This book includes mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences; reader discretion is advised. Please look inside BOOK 1/PART 1, under the ‘Trigger Warnings’ for possible topics that may be deemed personally objectionable.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Soul Sister
XXXTENTACION’S, ‘Vice City’ punched through the club amplifiers. The bass hammered and pulsated within the atmosphere, making one feel alive. Lennox glanced at his iWatch, noting the time, then headed towards the other end of the club. He and several other bouncers made their usual rounds, rotating stations every now and again.
Wearing a black sports jacket and matching pants, he caught his image in a mirrored wall, gleaming with reflected flashing lights. His black hair had grown out a bit and was brushed back from his forehead, exposing his lowbrow, thick eyebrows and the fire in his satin gray eyes with gold flecks. Darkness flashed in his vision, in his soul, and in his heart, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. He could feel the black heat on his heels, as if something invisible but wicked was shadowing him within each step he took. Yet, he didn’t run.
Nevertheless, something had his dander up. Something unseen and unheard. Nadia should have called me back by now. Hasn’t she left yet? He glanced at his iWatch once again, then stood by the bar sizing up the inebriated and high people swaying on the dance floor. He tried desperately to stay focused on the job at hand, but it proved to be far more difficult than he imagined. It wasn’t like Nadia to not call him when she got off work, and with all of the shit going on as of late, he was resolute to keep tabs on her. After all, this was her last night at the gentleman’s club—and afterwards, she was to go home. They’d agreed that he would meet her at her apartment after he got off work.
His phone buzzed, signaling a text message. Hoping it was her, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, but was disappointed to see it was some random email. He figured it was spam, but opened it and read it anyway. His face warmed with happiness once he got to the final sentence of the message.
Tonight wasn’t so bad after all. He sat on the good news for a few moments, relishing it, then sent Nadia a text message inquiring about her whereabouts so he could tell her, too. He waited a few minutes. She didn’t respond.
Concern welled in his throat forming an itchy knot, and he couldn’t speak. What was he to do with these feelings that were clouding his good spirits? And then it hit him. Back in the day, there was someone he always contacted when he had good news. Someone who’d been a friend from the day she’d been born—and one of the few people he trusted. Someone he missed dearly. Was this a good time to mend fences? Would he be ignored as usual? Or would good luck strike twice in the same night?
He radioed to another bouncer.
“Hey, Steve.” Static erupted on the walkie-talkie. “Can you hear me? Over.”
“This is Steve. 10-4. Hey Lennox. What it do? Over.”
“I gotta make an important call. I’m leavin’ my post, but will be back in a jiffy. Over.”
“Copy that. Do what you need to do. Over and out.”
Lennox made his way into a little office at the back of the club. The large metal desk was covered with files, crunched up receipts, and various papers, some of them stamped with the words, ‘Invoice’. He proceeded to make the call, remaining standing in the middle of the room, amid all the mess. Muffled music drifted to the room, the song indistinguishable as he called a number from his contacts that was etched in his memory.