Auctioned to the Kingpin – Sold to Naughty List Read Online C.M. Steele

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The rotten piece of work I once called my father was dead, but he didn't go quietly. He found one last way to mess with my life. This time it was going to cost me the family legacy if I didn’t comply. The devil was in the details and in his grave. Marry or my enemy inherits everything.

With his final demand came a special Christmas gift with a note.
Son,
Find your wife here, untouched, ready to be bred, and nicely wrapped up for the holidays.

An invitation to solve my You've been added to The Naughty List.

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Chapter One

Killian

I’ve just come from burying my asshole father, and as I return to my office to pour myself a glass of whiskey, neat, I spot a package on my clean dark mahogany desk. “What the hell is this?” I snarl. Only one person is allowed in here, so she was the one who placed it on my desk, but it’s not that. It’s the ominous feeling that washes over me as I read over the script on the fancy package.

To be opened only by Killian J. King.

This package must contain the papers for his estate. I expected them to be delivered personally unless there’s something in here I won’t like. The phrase Don’t shoot the messenger is definitely a warning made for a man like me. I’m not too forgiving when it comes to bad news, and my father’s antics were always full of it. His death has been a mixed bag. I was glad to see the bastard go, but then he left me with a bunch of little problems along the damn way.

I open the envelope from Liars, Thieves, and Cheats, LLC, or like they prefer to be referred to—Landers, Thomas, and Colby, LLC. If I could put bullets in each of their heads and get away unscathed, I would, but they’re almost as dirty as I am. Shit, they are lawyers. They have their own circle in hell reserved for them.

Inside is my father’s will with a letter attached, and another mid-sized envelope. I tug the letter from the paper clip and read it.

Dear Son,

I’m gone, and I’m sure it’s what both of us wanted by now. I’m not sure you deserve everything I’ve built, considering you’ve told me I mismanaged it. Be that as it may, I want to leave it to you on one condition.

You marry by New Year’s Day.

I fall back in my leather chair, dropping the letter on the floor. My mouth falls all the fucking way open at the stupidity of this idea. He can take his shit and shove it, because I am my own empire. I run these streets, dominate the city, and I am the fucking Kingpin. I kill those who cross me and make people pay just to grace my presence.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” He can rot in his grave.

I scoop up the letter and read on, thinking maybe he’s fucking around with me, just to see the rest of the arrogance before I toss it in the trash.

I’m sure you find it amusing as you consider tossing this letter in the trash.

I guess the fucker knew me better than he let on.

So, before you throw away my portion of the King empire and my command, just know that I’ll hand it over to the Mendez Family. My lawyers have already drawn the papers up for them to take control should you not fulfill your end of the deal.

Sincerely,

Your father.

The bastard got me.

I might not give a shit about his things or fortune, but I refuse to give it to those worthless pieces of shit—the same fuckers who had a hand in my mother’s death. How the fuck could he do this to me? He knew how much my mother meant to me, and he sided with them. I hope the he burns in hell.

There’s a knock on my office door, interrupting my burning hot rage. I want to tear this letter to shreds, but then, what good would it do me because I’m sure there are copies and valid documents instructing the transfer on New Year’s Day? The bastard had no love for my mother, and I hate him for it.

“Come in,” I bark out. My nervous assistant, Jenna, steps inside, and I suppose her nervousness is natural, given my mood.

She’s in her late twenties, smart and hardworking. Unlike the rest of the world, she doesn’t pay attention to my illegal affairs. She focuses strictly on her tasks, and that’s why she still works here. “Sir, there’s a call on line one for you; it’s Mr. Colby.”


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