Wrong (#1) Read Online Free Book L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Wrong Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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He pulls a phone to his ear. “Get down to the guest rooms, now!” he snarls. I suddenly feel very sorry for the person on the other end. Apparently his treating me like shit isn’t personal.

I have to almost run to keep up with him as he navigates a set of stairs, and then along another corridor. At the end of a hallway, we reach a door. He slams it opens, stepping aside to let me in. I keep my eyes trained at the floor, unable to look at him.

Oh, God, is this going to be a torture chamber or something?

I peer inside the room and find a double bed, a chest of drawers, a TV. It’s just a bedroom, or maybe a prison cell.

Hurried footsteps tromp down the hall, followed by a deep southern male voice. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I have a job for you besides bringing me my fucking whiskey,” Jude barks.

I keep my head hung, but peep up through my hair at him. His jaw is clenched as he narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re gonna watch her.” He points at me. “Don’t let her escape. No phone calls. Don’t fucking trust her. Got it?”

“Her? A girl? You want me to watch a girl? Why is a girl even here?”

“Problem with that?” His tone is clipped.

“No,” the other man responds quickly.

I hear the door click shut. Knowing he’s gone, I raise my head and find a young guy standing just inside the door. He looks up at me from beneath his long brown hair.

“Hey.” He smiles shyly and rubs his hand over the back of his neck. He’s not like Rich, or the other guy. He’s just a kid. He can be no older than twenty.

“Hey.” I say quietly. If I am going to be locked in a room with one of these guys, I’d much rather it be with this kid.

He stands in front of the closed door for a long time before he speaks.

“Fuck!” The sound of the psycho screaming is followed by a loud thud that shakes the wall. I jump and this kid remains completely unfazed.

“Uh, I’m Caleb,” he tells me. He’s staring at me like he’s never seen a woman before...and maybe he hasn’t.

I stare at him, study him, really.

I swallow. “Ria. I would say it’s nice to meet you, but, well, you know, kidnapped and all.”

He frowns, looking utterly confused. “Wait, what? Jude kidnapped you? Jude?” He shakes his head and then resumes glaring at me like he has no idea what on earth to do with me. “That’s fucked up,” he mumbles, and his eyes dart to the floor.

This guy may well be my only hope....

I shut the door, groaning as I rub my hands down my face. I nearly make it to the end of the hallway before my anger gets the better of me. “Fuck!” I scream, pulling my fist back, and slamming it through the sheetrock. Pain splinters up my arm, and I watch the flurry of debris settle. I shake my head and suck in a lungful of dust. This is some fucked-up shit Richard’s gotten me into, and I’m going to beat the ever-loving piss out of him for it.

On every fucking level, women are a weakness of mine. And that is something most people who know me are aware of.

I tromp up the stairs to my bedroom, fuming. I kick open the door and rip the black t-shirt over my head. I grab the edge of the dresser, lean in, and stare at my reflection. There’s an angry handprint on my left cheek and several raised welts on my arms from where she clawed at me in a pitiful attempt to get me off of her. The look of absolute fear plastered to her face when I pinned her down by her throat flashes through my mind, and I have to close my eyes.

She fucking hit me and I lost my shit. What did she expect? I grip the edge of the dresser so hard my knuckles fade to bone-white.

I pull my shirt on, straighten it out, then grab my Colt 45 on the way out of the door.

I pass the room that girl and my brother are locked in, and stop to pound my fist over the door. “Caleb? Tie her up any time you take her to piss, got it?”

“Yeah, Jude. Got it,” I hear him shout through the wall.

And then…. “You are not watching me piss!”

I shake my head. Caleb should have fun dealing with that one, I just worry he’s too damn nice. She’s unfortunately an attractive woman, and half the guys in this house are fucking Neanderthals. Caleb’s the only one with enough restraint not to touch her. Hell, I barely had enough restraint last night. She has one hell of an ass, an accent that makes everything sound filthy, and a smart mouth. Everything about her is just asking to be fucked.


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