Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Settling down had never even crossed my mind before I laid eyes on her. Survival had always been the goal until I could get my legs under me. Now, I rule my empire that was built on my own blood. I’ve fought for everything I have, and Willa will be no exception. I won’t rest until she’s mine, forever.
In my shadowy world, there is nowhere for her to hide. Not when her bright light is so easily seen in all the darkness that surrounds me. She so innocently walked right into my life, looking for a taste of a world unlike her own. My sweet girl wants freedom, and I decide I will be the one to give her whatever her little heart desires.
Knowing I will never be able to let her go, I devise a plan that will tie her to me forever. I should feel guilt for what I’m going to do. For tricking her into believing me, into marrying me, and most of all, into loving me.
I will claim her and bring her into my world as mine, consuming her until all she can see is me. Nothing will keep me from what belongs to me, including my new sweet wife.
Welcome to Lighthouse Landing, a place filled with brooding heroes and sweetly sassy heroines covered with innocence. All these heroes are fiercely in pursuit of claiming their women and giving them their happily ever afters… and a little extra. *wink*
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Chapter One
KING
The lighthouse in the distance grows brighter as we draw closer to Lighthouse Landing. The small town has a charming appearance, but no one can escape the darkness that lingers in the corners. No matter how much light you try to shine. It’s always there. Lingering and drawing closer.
The ocean tide is rougher than normal. There is something in the air tonight. I’m not sure what it is. I felt it the second I stepped onto the yacht to make our way over to Lighthouse Landing, as I do almost every Friday night.
I always trust my gut. I’m not sure what is off, but I’ll find out soon enough, I’m certain.
"We had the men conduct an additional inspection of the docks. Everything is good. The place is already filling up tonight.” Anton arrives to stand beside me.
“I’ll be going over first,” I tell him, grabbing my leather jacket from where I tossed it.
I don’t pull the yacht all the way up to the island. It’s too big and noticeable. Instead, we anchor it offshore a bit and use the speedboat attached to the back. Tonight, a few of my men who were off wanted to go to the fights and brought dates. Even Anton brought his wife along.
Lighthouse Landing is typically a secure place for us. The cops are in our pocket, and I’d taken out the trash a month ago when it started to poke around. Still, something is lingering in the air, and it’s putting me on edge.
“I’ll let everyone know.” Anton turns to head toward the back of the yacht. I sense the boat coming to a halt and the anchor dropping as I make my way toward the speedboat.
“Cash, you’re with me,” I tell him as I pass. He falls into step behind me. A few of my men are already getting the speedboat ready. Cash and I both hop in. The second it’s released, I take off toward the island. The dock is already filled with other boats from the mainland. The fights are always a mix of crowds.
I pull into my normal spot before hopping off so that Cash can take the boat back and bring more people in. I make my way around the side of the warehouse, not going to the main entrance. One of my men is there waiting to let me in.
"Evening, sir."
"Evening," I respond, starting my own check over.
I make my rounds, but everything is already in order, and all the fighters for the night are here ready to go. People are making their bets, and the money is already pouring in.
The majority of the money comes from the streaming and bets placed there, but the atmosphere is essential. Plus, I enjoy watching the fights too. It is, after all, how I got my start and rose all the way to the top in the ring and then the city.
It wasn’t a big step from being inside the ring running shit to doing the same and so much more outside of it. I never miss a live event I’m hosting. I’m not one that likes attention, so I usually stay off to the side, lingering in the dark. Someone has to. These things need order.
I take a spot toward the back as the first fight begins. Still unable to shake the sense that I am missing something, I’m on edge as I find myself once more making rounds. I head toward the front to check in with Mickey, who covers the main entrance.
I pass by a small crowd of women dressed to the nines, not leaving anything to the imagination. Their heels click loudly on the concrete floor. I always hate that sound. It reminds me of the strip clubs and being a kid in the back while my mom worked.
Whenever I saw those heels, I knew it meant it was time for her to go to work. The girls were sweet to me, but that shit still fucked with my head and could turn my stomach. Which many would say is insane with some of the other things I've done and seen. Things that would haunt people's dreams.
"Are you supposed to be here?" Mickey asks as I open the door to check on him.
What I see shocks the ever-loving fuck out of me. A tiny figure stands there, dressed in jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater, adorned with a cat wearing a crown. Even being a tiny thing, her cheeks are full and round, speckled with freckles, but her plump, bow-shaped lips do me in. Those are the kind of lips people pay to have, that men fantasize about. Ones that will visit me in my dreams from this day on.
She pushes her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose that has a slight upturn to the end as she stares up at Mickey. I bet she has to stare up at everyone. I feel a sudden sense of annoyance but not at her. At Mickey. I want her eyes on me, not him.