Guarded by A Savage Shifter (Back Away From My Girl #1) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Back Away From My Girl Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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I had visions of being the top reporter in the country and known around the world for my hard-hitting journalism and ground-breaking stories. I’m twenty-seven and I thought I’d be there by now, but things rarely work out the way you want them to. Doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I’ll get there someday. I’m going to make sure of that.

Steve buys a dozen donuts and we head back to our crummy little office that shares a building with a dentist that’s rarely open and a call center that sells timeshares in Vermont. It’s not the cool dynamic workplace I was dreaming of as a teenager, but it’s a start. If it was a style, it would be called beige drab.

“Team meeting!” my boss Walter shouts as we walk in. “Conference room. And bring those donuts.”

Everyone has their eyes on the greasy donut box as we gather around the large table for an official CNR Media meeting. CNR is the premier news station in Northern New York. It’s a pretty remote and boring area, but we cover all of the local news up here. If a deer shits in the woods, we’re reporting on it.

I had moved out here hoping to work in New York City, but there aren’t many reporter jobs these days and all I could find was this. Everyone has to start somewhere though, right?

I sit in the chair right beside Walter and get ready with my pen and notebook. Everyone else is fighting over donuts and slouching on the chairs as I’m getting my potential stories ready.

“How was the haunted dishwasher story?” he asks as everyone gets seated, stuffing their faces with the powdery donuts.

“It was just a regular noisy dishwasher,” I say in a flat voice.

He nods with a thoughtful look. “I was afraid that would be the case.”

The weekly meeting gets started where Walter assigns all of the stories and asks us what we have cooking.

It’s all the usual bs. Sarah suggests we do a story on the corn maze in town, Reggie lets us know that the speed limit on a road I’ve never heard of was lowered from 40 to 35, and Angela says that a dog show is coming to town, which gets everyone talking about their own dogs for some reason.

Everyone groans when it’s my turn. “And what do you have for us, Gracie?” Walter asks, already looking ready for happy hour even though it’s only two o’clock.

I open my notebook and start reading off the stories I’m working on. “American weaponry in the hands of the Taliban,” I say. “I’ve requested interviews with several heads of the Taliban and with a US general on the matter. Still waiting to hear back.”

“Shocker,” Reggie mutters and everyone laughs.

I grit my teeth and ignore him. “I’ve contacted the head of an aerospace company about the rumors of faulty aircraft caused by aggressive cost-cutting and his role in the malfunctions. I’m hoping for a sit-down interview where I can expose his criminal negligence.”

Walter sighs beside me. I ignore him and continue. I list six other stories I’m trying to get going from industrial espionage to corporate fraud.

“Sounds riveting,” Walter says, thankful he gets to move on. “Sam?”

“Oh,” Sam says, getting excited. “My buddy Earl caught a trout this big! I thought we could do a story on it.”

While everyone is excited about Sam’s dumb idea, I catch a glimpse of Walter’s notes.

“What’s this?” I ask as I grab the paper. He tries to snatch it back from me, but I yank it away. “Hector Contreras contacted you? He wrote back? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Hector Contreras is the leader of a vicious South American drug cartel in El Nicanduras called Los Lobos de la Muerte. They’re responsible for over twenty percent of the cocaine that’s shipped to the United States.

I tried to get an interview with him last month, but he never answered me. At least, I thought he didn’t.

“He wants an interview?” I say, staring at the paper in disbelief. “You tried to hide this!”

“You’re not going,” Walter says as he snatches the paper out of my hands, crumples it up, and tosses it at the recycling bin. He misses by a few feet. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Good reporting is always dangerous,” I say. “I’m not afraid.”

“You should be,” Walter says, shaking his head. “Hector Contreras has people beheaded. Tortured. He’s the most feared man in Central America.”

“That’s why I want to interview him!” I say, raising my voice. “It would be the story of a lifetime. A one-on-one interview with a stone-cold killer like him? That could make my career.”

“Or end your life is more like it,” Reggie mutters. I ignore him. I’m too incensed. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for and I’m not about to let this man’s small thinking ruin it for me.


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