Wicked Pleasures (Ashby Crime Family #3) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Ashby Crime Family Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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Kat narrowed her eyes with a touch of menace. “Honestly?”

They all nodded.

“She paid for our room for another week with her tips,” the girl offered up reluctantly and looked away, embarrassed.

Kat dug in her pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. “What do you want, cash or a month paid up inside?”

“Are you for real, lady?”

Kat nodded. “Fuck yeah, I’m for real. I don’t joke about money.”

“The room,” they all answered without discussing it.

“Give me a name.”

The leader volunteered hers and Kat made a quick stop inside the office. She paid for two months and then we headed to the diner.

“There she is,” Kat whispered as if Molly could hear us from the parking lot.

Molly looked a lot like Madison only thinner and with a hard look to her face, like she’d had a much rougher life. Her hair was pulled back and her cheeks gaunt, her body skin and bone underneath the waitress uniform.

“Looks like Madison nailed it.”

“Shit, look!” Kat jumped out of the car when a man grabbed Molly by the waist and carried her out of the diner to a small one floor shack out back.

“Slow down,” I warned. “You don’t know what’s going on yet, Kat.”

She glared at me over her shoulder. “I’m not an idiot.”

She stomped toward a side window and peeked inside, leaving room for me to join her.

I wished I hadn’t because the man who was at least fifty with a beer gut, unsnapped his jeans and shoved them to his ankles before he crawled on the bed and lifted Molly’s skirt. She didn’t look frightened, just a little disgusted, when he slid a finger inside her pussy and smiled.

“Good. I love a wet cunt.” Then he shoved his cock deep, grunted like a stuck pig for about thirty seconds before busting a nut and rolling away.

“See ya next week, doll face.” The fat fuck grinned as he pulled up his pants and fastened them, leaving a few bills on the bed before he walked out.

“What the fucking fuck?” Kat’s voice radiated anger as she tapped on the window, startling Molly.

“Couples are extra,” she grunted, not bothering to cover herself which told me more than I needed to know about her life.

“How much?” Kat flashed more cash, and I groaned.

“Three fifty,” Molly shot back with attitude.

“Perfect.” Kat turned with a satisfied smile for me. “Don’t scare her,” she whispered and rounded the house before she stepped inside.

“I, uh, need to clean up first,” she said, suddenly realizing she still had jizz leaking between her legs.

“Later,” Kat said. “Your sister Madison sent me. She’s been looking for you everywhere.”

Suspicion spread across her face, coupled with disbelief. “You know Maddie?”

Kat nodded and told her the story of their meeting. “She wouldn’t take my help at first, but then the same people she believes took you, took her.”

Molly gasped. “Is Maddie all right?”

“A little beat up but she’s with my family now and they will keep her safe. You too if you’ll let me.”

Molly sighed and shook her head. “I can’t. The old preacher man said if I ran away, he’d go after her. It’s why I’m still here. I don’t want anybody fucking with her.”

“He won’t go after her. I promise you that. And if he does, he won’t live long enough to regret it.”

Kat sounded so protective and fierce; it was a fucking turn on.

“No. I can’t. When you get sick of her, she’ll have no one and then that fucker, Miller will pounce.”

“Miller?”

Kat’s blue gaze found mine. I knew what she thought before she even said it. “Mueller?”

Molly shrugged. “Some shit like that, yeah.”

Kat sighed and pulled out her phone. “If you won’t come with us, will you at least call Madison so she can stop worrying?”

“No. I can’t, dammit. If you care about Maddie at all, and it seems like you do, then tell her I’m dead so she can get on with her life.”

“You obviously don’t know your sister very well. She nearly got herself beat to death and sold off in Mexico trying to find you. Even then, she refused to stop looking. If I go back and tell her you’re dead, she’ll want to see the body and plan a funeral.”

Molly’s neutral expression hardened.

“Tell her whatever you want. Just don’t tell her where I am.” Finally, she slid off the bed and headed toward the doorless bathroom.

“Wow,” Kat said, shooting an eyeful of scorn at Molly. “Here I thought you were a victim, but you don’t give a shit about your sister, do you? I’ll let her know I found you, and you told her to fuck off. If you change your mind, give me a call.”

She left a card on top of the money and motioned for me to follow her out of the shack.

“That was harsh, don’t you think?”


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