Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“You’re here now.”
His voice is a smooth, steely baritone, rough and yet warm, with the hint of accent from his background.
I nod.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“And do you know why you’re here?” he purrs, this time the voice lower and closer to my ear. I tremble again, my eyes half closing as those powerful hands stroke my skin and that dark, deep, dominant voice melts through my ears.
I nod again, panting.
“Good,” Jagger growls lowly.
“Because you’re mine now.”
2
Jagger
“Sir, she’s arrived.”
I nod absently, silently furious at Wilfred for interrupting the sanctuary of my study, even if I’ve previously commanded him to tell me when she’s here.
It’s redundant. Of course I knew when she arrived. I watched the progress of the car as it moved from her father’s shit-house in Lincoln Heights, through the city, down the 101 into Malibu. I watched on cameras as the car approached the front gate of the house, Jonah buzzing in and it pulling up the drive. And then I watched as he opened the door for her, wisely looking away and avoiding what I’m sure was the monstrous temptation to touch her as she stepped out of the car.
Because that what she does.
Tempt.
I wave Wilfred away, pulling out my folder on Tommy Jensen. Her father.
Tommy’s a piece of shit to the tenth degree. I’ve made it my mission since taking over the empire from my uncle Zoran to sever all ties with what I consider shit that’s beneath me — the shit I want our empire, under my direction, to have nothing to do with. The prostitution went first, because hell no. I know what it means to be so desperate for food and shelter that you’ll sell a part of yourself to get it. I watched it back in Serbia, during the war. I watched the light go out in my older sister Mina’s eyes as she spent night after night away from home, coming home broken and crying, but with food.
I’ve seen desperation, and I won’t sell it on my streets.
After our mother died — a victim of crossfire while trying to get us out of a battle-torn neighborhood, it was my uncle Zoran who took us with him to the states. Zoran had connections, and it was here in Los Angeles that he was going to assume a captain's position within the crime syndicate. He rose quickly, until it was him at the top. Me, I enjoyed the tutelage of a man like that. I learned to fight, to deal, to impress power upon others. I learned to be a man.
But my sister learned to bury the wounds of what she’d endured back home with new vices — drugs. And that bring some to the second thing I’ve made it my mission to cut out of our business since taking over. The prostitution went quickly, but the drugs are proving to be harder to extract ourselves from.
Heroin apparently has more of a draw power then pussy to a lot of people.
The dossier on Tommy Jensen was to look for weak points. After all, I wanted to offer him a way out of his line of work before simply pulling it out from under him. I’m a powerful, strong man, and I will get what I want. But I’m also smart enough to offer the carrot before I break a stick over someone’s fucking head.
But with the dossier on Tommy came her.
Skye.
I didn’t know Tommy even had a kid. I mean shit, who’d have bred with that scumbag? But he did, and luckily, I’m guessing she took every single drop of her DNA from her mother. Gorgeous, willowy, and small. Thick, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, and luscious lips that send the blood throbbing into my cock.
And so fucking innocent.
So innocent, so sweet, and so pure, and here I am in a world drenched in filth and sin. Finding her through that dossier was like a ray of goddamn sunshine.
My bright blue Skye.
Finding her in that dossier also made my cock harder than it’d ever been before. It made me feel things I’d never felt before, and want deeper and with more conviction than I’d ever wanted anything. She’d made my goddamn jaw twitch, my blood run like fire, and my desire to have her engulf me.
So I turned my attentions to her. And that’s when I learned the ugly truth.
Through watching her, I saw the way Tommy treated his daughter. I saw the way he demanded she cook and clean for him like some sort of servant. I saw the way he spoke to her like she was trash, and the way he bullied her like the week man he is.
I saw the way he hit her when he felt like it, and that was when my blood had turned to burning gasoline.
At first, I simply thought about killing him. After all, a man treating an absolute angel of a creature like that barely deserved to even be alive. But then, I decided I needed him — to get what I really wanted.