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L.P. Lovell – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:35 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png L.P. Lovell – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 No Saint – Dayton Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/no-saint-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:35 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/no-saint-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)

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Wolf Brookes was the bad boy who broke my heart, moved on faster than I could blink, and didn’t even bother to look back. Which is why I hate him.

A year and a half after the heartbreak, I’ve made some questionable choices—like breaking into his house and stealing from him. In my defense, I needed the money. He didn’t need to catch me…or blackmail me into playing little sister to the makeshift frat of reprobates he helps run.
Now I’m stuck in a party house from hell with my tattooed, arrogant ex.

My plan? Use being in his house to my advantage, get what I need to beat him at his own game, and get out.
His plan? Apparently to torment me by acting as though he doesn’t own a shirt.
But the more time we spend together, the more I see glimpses of the boy I loved—and the man he’s become. He’s still the same reckless, infuriating disaster I fell for, and I’m still the idiot who can’t seem to quit him.
Falling for him again would be the worst idea of my life.
But losing him twice?
That might break me for good.

USA Today bestselling authors, Stevie J Cole and LP Lovell, bring you a steamy, second-chance, enemies-to-lovers romance full of banter, bad boys, and bad decisions, and the kind of love that never dies—even when it should

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Jade

Men are dicks. Untrustworthy assholes. Plain and simple. And what do untrustworthy assholes deserve? Retribution…

I stewed as the shitty town of Pikestown, Alabama, whizzed past the lowered window. Cassie and Monroe, my best friends, were in the front of Cassie’s clapped-out old Honda. They sang along to the terrible pop song rattling through the speakers. On any other day, I might have tried to share in their carefree joy, but all I had was anger. And I clung to it. Breathed life into that fucker until it was an inferno of wrath.

The exhaust rattled when Cassie swerved into the run-down Kanga Mart gas station on University Street.

“Of course there’s a line,” she grumbled, pulling in behind a pickup.

One of the two pumps had been out of service since I’d started college at State over two years ago, but Kango Mart’s gas was four cents cheaper than the rest of the stations, and four cents per gallon was worth waiting for…well, maybe in a car that had air conditioning.

I fanned myself as a drop of sweat rolled down my back. So much for fall. Right then, it felt like Satan’s asshole.

A group of college guys in their stupid frat shirts came out of the mini-mart, carting a case of beer. They were chatting and fooling around, in no rush as they approached their truck. Given, it was Labor Day weekend, but who the hell was out of bed at nine on a Sunday morning, much less buying beer? Not that I partied anyway, but we had a reason for being here at this time—the fact that everyone else shouldn’t have been.

Cassie pulled her blond waves off her neck, holding a messy bun on top of her head as she leaned out the window. “Could you hurry the fuck up? Some of us are melting here.”

The group of guys looked over. One locked eyes with me through my open window. Cackling, he made a stabbing motion in the air. “What’s up, Jason Voorhees?”

His friends broke out in laughter at the same time Monroe gave them a middle finger. That had them shutting up and getting into their truck. I was sure it was the psycho-ginger vibe she gave off.

Monroe turned to me in the back seat. “I should have let you stab him.” She held her pointer finger and thumb centimeters apart. “Just a little.”

Him being Brent. Now known as Bare-minimum Brent, because he couldn’t do the bare-fucking-minimum and keep his dick in his pants. Well, really, his tongue in his mouth…

I’d thought he loved, or, at the very least, respected me. Until the previous night, when I’d found him in the bedroom of a frat house, face-down in a cheerleader’s pussy. Always the cheerleaders—peppy and bright and shiny. The polar opposite of me, and the antithesis of everything I hated.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”

Apparently BMB hadn’t heard the saying, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because after being caught, he’d had the audacity to follow me downstairs, with her pussy still on his breath. Telling me it was a mistake, and he loved me. I’d seen red and pulled a kitchen knife on him in the middle of the party. Luckily for him—and me—Monroe had made sure I woke up in my shitty apartment this morning, rather than a prison cell. Now, all I had to do was search “Pikestown crazy girlfriend” on ViewTube, and I could relive the entire humiliating scenario in startling clarity, as could the rest of the student body—and the world. I was officially the poster child for insane bunny boilers. Brilliant. What a time to be alive.

“I would have stabbed him. Then those assholes—” Cassie nodded toward the truck pulling away from the pump—“wouldn’t be laughing.”

“No shit,” Monroe mumbled. “Cass, you would be in jail for murder.”

If ever anyone was going to physically maim a boyfriend, it was Cassie. A few months ago, she’d all but run over a girl her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Rogue Van de Kut, had allegedly kissed. Literally, drove her Honda onto the dorm lawn and “nudged” the girl with her bumper. She told the dean it was an accident. How the hell she’d gotten away with that lie, I’d never know.

I stared at the pump as Cassie pulled up beside it and clicked the handbrake. This was much more my style of retribution. Calculated, rational, painful…

“This will hurt Brent more than a stab wound,” I said. “Trust me.” With a lot less risk of hard time.

“I’m an instant gratification kind of girl.” Cassie shrugged, popped the trunk, then threw open her door. “I’m going to buy gum and pay for the gas.” Of course, she wasn’t going to pump gas. She might chip a candy-floss-pink nail.

Monroe got out of the car, and I followed, giving her a once-over as I opened the trunk. She looked ridiculous in the long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans she’d insisted on wearing.

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Advertisement No Romeo – Dayton Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/no-romeo-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Sat, 01 Oct 2022 08:38:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/no-romeo-dayton-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
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What kind of girl could tame a guy like Hendrix Hunt?
Hendrix Hunt's story is releasing SUMMER of 2022!!!
A new, enemies to lovers standalone in the Dayton High series. Full of grit, angst, and loads of steam!

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If I treated you bad, you'd bruise my face.

Couldn't love you more, you've got a beautiful taste.

- “Glycerine” —Bush.

Chapter 1

HENDRIX

The best time to shoplift from the Bullseye Supercenter was late Sunday nights.

The store tended to be empty, and the old-as-dirt security guard with the glass eye worked the front. As long as someone managed to skirt past his left side, he couldn’t see crap.

One time I walked out with a plastic yard flamingo tucked under my arm and wearing a Captain Jack Sparrow hat just to see if he’d catch me. He didn’t even bat his good eye.

The automatic doors slid open, the bright halogen lights and red walls sending me into a silent rage. I hated this damn store, but since Wal-E-Mart had finally banned me for shoplifting, I didn’t have much choice. The only other option in Dayton was the rundown Piggly Wiggly, and they had jack shit. I was not dousing my nuts with a brand called The Pig’s Pride, Fresh Alpine body spray.

Wolf grabbed a shopping cart, nodding toward the bulletin board behind the buggy corral. “Only two tabs are left on your advertisement.”

My attention drifted to the flyer I had tacked up a week ago. It was surrounded by ads from jail bond companies and drug addiction trials. “Yeah. And they’ve all been shit.”

“It’s Dayton. Of course they have.”

That was the problem. The only people looking to rent a room in this shithole town were usually more desperate than my poor ass—junkies or hookers. I’d grown up around that crap, but with the number of delinquent notices that had been piling up since my brother, Zepp, had been arrested, I needed someone in that room soon.

I followed Wolf past a display of diapers, then ducked down the family planning aisle.

Kyle Jones, the bane of my existence, stood at the end of the aisle, his scrawny frame drowned in a Chewbacca T-shirt. His gaze slowly strayed away from the shelves and landed on me. A panic look scrunched the dickdribble’s face before he took off.

“What an ass,” I mumbled, reaching for an economy-sized box of condoms.

I noticed a girl round the shelves out of the corner of my eye.

My attention went to the beat-up Converse on her feet, skimming from her hot-as-fuck legs to the oversized T-shirt that did little to hide her curves. Then my gaze landed on the silver-blond hair framing her perfect-as-hell face, and my heart detonated like a nuclear warhead.

“Oh, God. No…”

Her arms folded over her chest. “Should have known.”

I’d spent the last two years telling myself I was over that girl. I’d almost convinced myself that I didn’t give a crap about all the mean, Medusa-turn-a-man’s-heart-to-stone crap she had done to me, and yet, here I stood, with a pussy-ass twinge tightening my chest.

“If it isn’t Medusa in the flesh and cold-hearted blood,” I said, snatching the box of condoms from the shelf while debating on hurling them in her direction.

Lola’s gaze shifted from me to the package in my hand, then back again. “Why the hell are you in Bullseye instead of Wal-E-Mart?”

Because I’d been banned, but that was information she wasn’t privileged to.

I dangled the sleeve of rubbers in the air and shook them, taking grave satisfaction in the way her jaw tightened. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I crammed the prophylactics inside my pockets, reminding myself of exactly why I needed those damn things. Her! “Wolf said he saw you at sack-of-shit Kyle’s last night. Even small dicks can make you sick.” I hated that she’d moved back and hadn’t bothered to tell me but evidently had told Kyle.

I grabbed a box of slim-fit condoms from the shelf and chucked it at her. She batted it away.

“From what I hear, you should be far more concerned about your own riddled dick than any I might be riding.”

Riding! The image of her naked and riding Chewbacca Fuckface’s dick sent a feral rage billowing in my chest.

A smile of Medusa-tinged victory pulled at her lips when my eye twitched.

“Still have a temper, I see.”

She strutted past me, and the familiar scent of Country Peach lotion wafted past. That smell was distinctively Lola, and like one of Pavlov’s dogs, my dick had been trained to react to it, fast and hard. My gaze dropped to the round curve of her ass, almost hanging out of her shorts, and I bit my lip. The image of me ramming her against the shelves and tearing those shorts right off before I fucked out every bit of hate I had for her surfaced.

Dear God, I wanted to make her hurt the way she hurt me, and then I wanted to nut on her pretty Medusa face.

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Advertisement A Vow of Love and Vengeance – Underworld Kings Read Online L.P. Lovell http://www.books2020.com/a-vow-of-love-and-vengeance-underworld-kings-read-online-l-p-lovell Tue, 07 Jun 2022 11:09:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-vow-of-love-and-vengeance-underworld-kings-read-online-l-p-lovell Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell Advertisement

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I killed my father and started a mafia war. The marriage I’ve been running from may now be my only salvation. The problem is, I can no longer say I don’t want Giovanni Guerra. And wanting a man like him could prove far more dangerous than my traitorous family. All is fair in love and war, and vengeance… vengeance will be mine.
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GIO

Emilia’s breaths were deep and even in sleep. If I hadn’t witnessed it, I’d never have known how hysterical she was only an hour ago.

I’d washed her father’s blood away and held her while she broke. Then I’d brought her here, to the Hamptons house. Where I could protect her and keep her safe from the oncoming storm, and there would be a storm.

Because her uncle had fucking used me. He’d made an alliance, forced me to take his niece’s unwilling hand to seal it, then betrayed me.

Oh, a storm was coming, all right. I would make it rain blood in the streets of Chicago. Betrayal was a knife that cut deep and hard, and I would repay the favor. Starting right now.

My little kitten didn’t even stir when I pushed to my feet and brushed my lips over her hair.

After her tears had stopped, she’d fallen into a silence that scared me. I thought maybe she’d gone into some kind of shock. She didn’t fight me when I gave her the sleeping pills. Her compliance concerned me, but at least she would be out for a few hours.

I had some things I needed to take care of right now.

Jackson was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, one hip propped against the banister and a wild grin on his face. “Did The Outfit princess really kill Roberto Donato?”

I nodded, and his grin widened.

“I like her.” Of course, that would make him like her.

I started down the hall. “Let’s go have a chat with Andreas.”

Jackson followed me through the house and down into the basement that looked like something out of a horror movie. The corridor was dark and dingy, and the door to the interrogation room was smeared crimson, the handle covered in sticky finger marks. Could no one clean up after themselves?

The overwhelming metallic scent of blood hit me the second we stepped inside. Andreas hung from a ceiling hook that went through his wrists. Through, because he had no hands to cuff.

My enforcer did love removing extremities. The bloody stumps of his wrists were bandaged purely to stop him from bleeding out. Still, blood tracked down his arms, streaming in rivulets over his body. As if that weren’t enough, he was covered in multiple cuts, deep slices that added to the crimson canvas that was Andreas’s skin.

Jackson never went easy on anyone, but sometimes—very occasionally—I pitied his victims. Not this one. The mafia was a business, but it was also family; it was personal. And this felt extremely fucking personal right now.

Rarely was I made to feel stupid, but he and Sergio Donato had made a fool of me. They’d put my family at risk, cost me men, very nearly cost me Tommy, who was like a brother to me. And Andreas well knew, blood was repaid in blood. He knew what we would do should he be discovered, and yet he still chose Donato. Was it so hard to be loyal?

Andreas’s head hung, and from the shallow rattle of his chest, death was calling his name.

“Did you at least get everything before he…” I waved a hand toward the man’s barely breathing form.

Jackson leaned against the blood-spattered wall. “Oh yeah. Sang like a canary the second he saw my knife.”

So the copious wounds and missing hands were just for fun then. Not that I blamed Jackson. Andreas deserved everything he got, and he’d receive no mercy from me.

Grabbing the rat’s blood-soaked hair, I lifted his head and slapped his cheek. He groaned and whimpered like the pussy he was. “The least you could do is die with a little dignity, Andreas. Even your wife wasn’t such a pussy.”

He moaned out a sob, openly weeping. The only thing worse than a traitor was one who couldn’t face the consequences of his actions when they bit him in the ass. “I gave you the opportunity to protect your family from Nero. Do you remember? I sat at that table and gave you a fucking out. So, not only are you a traitor to me but also to your wife and kids.”

And that might have been what pissed me off the most because I would never do that. No amount of money or threats could make me risk my family.

I could let him die. Leave him here to bleed out. But that was too easy. Rage beat away at me, demanding he suffer in the worst way. This man would shit on his brothers, aid in their deaths, risk his own innocent children…

“I hope they paid you well, Andreas.” I moved over to the metal cart in the corner of the room, picking up the gas canister. “You know how I kill rats.” In a way that sent a message that dissuaded any man from making the same mistake. Traitors’ deaths were a grizzly business.

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Advertisement The Wrong Kind of Love Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/the-wrong-kind-of-love-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Wed, 16 Mar 2022 07:07:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-wrong-kind-of-love-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

Total pages in book: 88
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My life went pitch black with a single command from the man I thought I loved— “Take her as collateral”. I was a naïve college student, delivered into the violent world of Jude Pearson, an infamous criminal and murderer. And the only thing I could think about was escape. But with each passing day, the dark beauty that lurked within his moss-green eyes pulled me in a little deeper. Each rough touch, each gruff demand, dragged me deeper beneath his cold waters until I no longer wanted to break the surface. And how was I supposed to make it out alive when I craved the touch of the man I knew would kill me? I convinced myself I wouldn’t. That maybe neither of us would… ***The Wrong Kind of Love is a heavy rewrite of Wrong and Wrath released in 2016.
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Jude

A pressed magnolia falls out of the leather bank bag along with the wad of rubber-banded cash, and my heart speeds up before it skips a beat.

This is the worst kind of omen. One I haven’t seen in years, and one that means the man I thought to be dead—the man who slaughtered my family—is still alive.

The door to my office creaks open, but I keep my gaze focused on the white petals.

“Where am I going, Jude?” Rich, one of my guys, stands in the doorway, a smoldering cigarette gripped between his thin lips.

“Nashville.” I drop the magnolia to my desk, redirecting my attention to business. I’d worry about Tom Campbell and his omen later. I jot down an address on a slip of paper, then pass it off. “Euan Williams. If he doesn’t have the money, rough him up, take something as collateral.” Not that I expect some dumb college kid to have anything worth twenty-grand.

The only reason the little shit even was able to place a bet with me was thanks to the combination of him placing it through some bad channels with a fake handle and my having had too much whiskey that night.

I’m pissed as hell, but there’s not much else I can do now but threaten the fucker.

The phone on my desk rings, and I reach for it, pausing as I glance back at Rich. “Give him three days to come up with the funds. Tell him he’s dead if he doesn’t deliver.” Harsh? Maybe, but the thing is, when people want to play with men like me, they need to understand the ramifications.This business is something my father taught me to take very seriously.

Rich gives a curt nod, closing the door behind him as I lift the receiver to my ear. “Go ahead, partner.”

“This is Big Ole’ Boy. First half bet on the underdog. Two dimes. Bottom five.”

I scribble the bet over my legal pad then hang up, lighting a cigarette before I lean back in my office chair, gaze trained on that damn flower.

Tom Campbell is still alive, but the thing is, this time, there’s no woman in my life for him to destroy...

Victoria

It’s been at least thirty minutes since I woke up, bound and gagged, to complete darkness and the low hum of an engine. And it’s taken me that long to fight through the grogginess clinging to me.

The last thing I remember is having dinner in my boyfriend Euan’s apartment when a guy I’d never met before turned up. And then Euan told the stranger to take me as collateral. For what, I have no idea. I was too shocked and horrified to ask before he rammed a needle in my neck.

Brakes squeal as the car takes a sharp turn. My body rolls against the back of the seats just before it comes to a stop.

I hear the door open, and my already panicked heartbeat grows even more erratic.

The crunch of footsteps over gravel pass by the wheel well, then stop. The trunk pops open. Warm, muggy night air surrounds me as I stare up at the shadowy outline of trees.

My mind runs rife as I imagine being dragged into the woods and killed, then the hulking silhouette of a man leans over the trunk and hauls me out.

The second my feet touch the floor, survival instinct overrides all else.

I use every bit of strength I have to knee the man in the balls. He grunts and buckles over, but I don’t hang around to watch him hit the ground. I sprint across the gravel toward the treeline. Maybe I can hide there if I can just– but that thought is cut short when the guy’s arms come around me and he tackles me to the ground. His heavy weight lands on top of me and knocks my breath out on a desperate sob.

“I should make you pay for that, you little bitch.” He yanks me up by my bound hands. The harsh movement sends pain ripping through my shoulders as he marches me pass the car toward the two-story brick house that sits behind it.

I know that the second he gets me inside that house, I’ll likely never come out, but I’m not brave enough to try and run again. Honestly, I’m terrified of what he’ll do if I piss him off anymore.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask. If I can’t fight him, maybe I can reason with him, pay him. Something.

“Your little boyfriend owes us twenty grand. So, it depends if he pays, I guess.”

And what if he doesn’t pay? My first thought is that of course he’ll pay, that he’d never let them hurt me. But I also never in a million years would have thought my upstanding, “nice guy” boyfriend would hand me over to a man like this.

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Advertisement The Invitation Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole http://www.books2020.com/the-invitation-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Tue, 08 Mar 2022 20:37:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-invitation-read-online-l-p-lovell-stevie-j-cole Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole Advertisement

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Tobias Benton is beautiful, wealthy, mysterious. And he’s been watching me. Waiting. Planning. He sees who I really am. He knows the monster I try to hide. But he’s a monster too, and he’s willing to offer me a place in his dark world. If only I’ll accept his invitation…
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Tobias

The lights of the Manhattan Bridge twinkled through the floor to ceiling window of Lithium—the most extravagant members-only club in the city. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceilings, Baccarat glasses filled with only the most expensive Champagne adorned the tabletops, and the only place where the views of the skyline could be beat was from my penthouse.

It was a club people fought and fucked to get their way into. One people would kill to set foot in…

The head of Tritan Bank sat at the table by the opened patio door, the attention of every man in a suit locked on him. They laughed and smiled, most likely while imagining they could take the knife on the table and slice his jugular open. And why?

Because he had more than them.

He was wealthier, more respected, more fucking arrogant.

No one here wanted to be inferior.

I lifted my glass to my lips, wondering how much one of them would pay to have him killed. Because every one of them would pay something. They’d outbid each other just for show. Money was, after all, a disease of the rich.

One I was dangerously intrigued with.

One I would make a very fun game out of once I had my partner.

“Mr. Benton?”

I glanced up at the pretty blond as she stopped in front of me. “Yes?”

“We’re ready for you.”

Smiling, I polished off my drink, then followed the petite girl through the crowded lounge to the elevator at the side of the room.

When I stepped inside, she passed me a keycard.

“Welcome to The Selection,” she said just before the doors closed.

I watched each floor light up. Once it reached the last number, it kept going. Excitement darted through me when it finally stopped and slowly opened into the center of a circular room.

I stepped out, staring at the blue icon flashing on the wall in front of me. When I waved my keycard over it, the walls retracted, revealing a series of windows.

An overhead speaker crackled to life. “A number will appear to the side of each cubicle. To choose an item, scan your card across the numeral.”

Numbers one through twenty-five flashed to life around the room moments before the shutters covering the windows lifted.

Behind each pane of glass stood a naked girl.

A beautiful, willing, naked girl.

These were not slaves. Oh, no. They were trained. Elite commodities worth every last penny men paid to have them for an evening. But I didn’t want her for sex. I wanted her for a game. I wanted to use her as a test.

I made my way past each window, inspecting, fantasizing.

When I reached number fifteen, I stopped. Auburn red hair and long, lean legs.

Smiling, she fiddled with the diamond pendant around her neck, then turned around to show me her perfect ass. Much to my pleasant surprise, she bent over, showing me her tight asshole and pink pussy.

If she’d do this for ten-thousand dollars, what would she do for a million? Maybe two?

That was the problem with having an endless supply of money at my disposal—I could ruin people all too easily.

When I swiped my card over her number, the shutters lowered with a creak of hinges. “You’ve chosen number fifteen. You may pick up your receipt at the bar. Enjoy your purchase.”

Oh, I would. And I only hoped I would enjoy Preston Lucas half as much…

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Tobias

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I sat in my car with the engine cut. The only light came from the video footage playing across my phone screen. It was a video I had watched endlessly over the last few days. One I could barely get enough of.

A scream came through the speakers just as the shaky footage of Leah—the beautiful redhead I’d purchased months ago—running through the thick woods came to a full stop.

Preston’s angelically ruthless face came into view. The moonlight cast silver hues over his blond hair. If this were a movie, the director would get accolades of praise for the way the lighting caught in his blue irises, almost setting aflame the darkness that lurked within.

My cock hardened when Leah screamed louder, begging him to let her go. And one thing I had learned about Preston Lucas from his browser history, those screams made his dick hard, too. He was a deviant through and through, and that was one reason I had chosen him. What I couldn’t have fathomed all those months ago was just how nefarious he truly was. And I delighted in it.

Everything about the situation, from her gasps for breath to the possessed look in Preston’s eyes as his hands closed around her neck made me desperate to fuck him.

“Stop fighting, Leah,” his gruff voice broke through the desperate pleas for her life. “You know if you pass out, I’ll only come harder…” Then he came, and hard, at the precise moment she left this earth.

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Advertisement A Vow of Lust and Fury – Underworld Kings Read Online L.P. Lovell http://www.books2020.com/a-vow-of-lust-and-fury-underworld-kings-read-online-l-p-lovell Thu, 02 Dec 2021 14:59:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-vow-of-lust-and-fury-underworld-kings-read-online-l-p-lovell Genre: Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell Advertisement

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My uncle may be the boss of the Chicago Outfit, but there’s one man even he fears, Giovanni Guerra. Yet he sold me to him—as his wife. For an alliance. For power. The boss of the New York family is beautiful and deadly, and he stokes a fire in me that might destroy us both. He may believe he was sold a submissive mafia princess, but Giovanni Guerra is about to find out that I am no one’s pawn. The only vow I make is one of lust and fury.
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“She was an angel seeking chaos. He was a demon seeking peace.” – Author unknown.

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Gio

With an ominous creak of hinges, I opened the basement door and stepped into a torture scene. Literally.

A single light bulb hummed overhead, casting shadows over the bleak cinder block walls and the unconscious man bound to a chair in the center of the room. Once-white bandages that covered a relatively minor gunshot wound in his gut were now red, and as the metallic scent of blood infiltrated my senses, I became high on the violence of it all.

My enforcer, Jackson, paced before him in the small space, a demented smile on his face and his bare chest smeared crimson. Judging by the array of neat slices and copious amounts of blood covering our prisoner, Jackson had thoroughly indulged in the task of extracting the information I wanted.

The guy was found beside the bodies of two of our men and an empty truck that should have been filled with cocaine. Our cocaine. Usually, I’d be far removed from such issues, but that was the third shipment this month. Whoever was brave enough to take from us was brazen. And fucking stupid. No one had dared challenge us in years, and for good reason. Retribution would be swift and brutal. But it was more complicated than I’d like because it had happened in Chicago. I didn’t like to shit on my own doorstep by bringing drugs directly into New York. I had a tight grip on the Windy City; however, my lack of absolute control had my skin itching.

On a sigh, I pushed away from the door. “Did he tell you anything?”

“No,” Jackson spat, still pacing like an agitated cat.

I wasn’t surprised. If I were going to steal a shipment from us, I’d hire someone who couldn’t be associated with it, someone who knew very little, because the consequences for such a slight would be grave.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I glanced at a message from one of my underbosses, Tommy. One word: Irish. Followed by a screenshot of a list of bank transactions to one Mr. Steven White. Also known as the sack of leaking blood in front of me. The money came from an account under McGinty holdings. A “legitimate” business of the Irish Mob in Chicago.

We hadn’t had any issues with them recently, although we did have Patrick O’Hara’s cousin, Finnegan, killed a few years back. Irish and Italian relations were always tentative. Now I had to work out if it was an act of opportunity or war. As much as I wanted heads to roll for the sheer fucking audacity, war was bad for business, and if there was one thing I didn’t do, it was act rashly. There was one way to find out…

“Kill him.”

Within seconds, the captive’s throat was nothing more than a slash of red, blood pouring down his broken body. A kindness, really, given Jackson’s propensity for torture and his dark mood consuming every inch of air in the room.

“Send his head to Patrick O’Hara’s bar,” I ordered before leaving the room and ascending the stairs into the main house.

Paddy O’Hara knew better, or at least he should have. How he reacted would tell me what I needed to know. I made my way into the office and closed the door, inhaling the scent of old books and leather as I poured myself a bourbon. The smoky flavor burned down my throat, taking the edge off my temper. The last thing I needed right now was issues in Chicago. I was down several shipments, and product shortages had repercussions—loss of business, competitors moving in, violence, discord, power plays…

I fell behind my desk and downed the drink. The entire situation felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. War was coming. I could feel it, taste the coppery tang of blood on the wind, and part of me relished in it. I smiled at the thought of Paddy O’Hara opening a box to find a severed head inside. I did it to send a message, but more than that, I did it because I could.

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* * *

My gaze drifted over the city lights far below, so far removed from up here in my penthouse. Classical music drifted through the surround sound, and I drew in a cleansing breath, trying to find a moment of clarity in the newfound chaos.

The Irish sent us back the soldier who had delivered the head. In pieces. Then they took another shipment worth in excess of a quarter of a million. A shipment to a private airfield that no one should have known about. So that meant, not only were the Irish fucking me in the ass, but I had a rat.

I could practically feel the testosterone and violence pumping around the room the second Jackson stepped inside the penthouse. He took the death of a soldier personally. We all did. It was a blood debt. More than that, though, it meant we had an enemy who did not fear us, and those were few and far between these days.

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Anna I'm a whore. A slave. A possession. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A gilded cage is still a cage. Rafael D'Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him? Rafael She's a favor. A pretty slave. Sweet collateral. I have no interest in Anna beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her and paying off a debt. And yet, I'm fascinated by the little slave. I find myself willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance... A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy. Hate me or hold me?
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Rafael

A chorus of agonized screams ricochets around my skull until a dull ache forms behind my eyes. Tossing my paperwork aside, I get up from my desk and yank the office door open. All the girls in the warehouse look up from their workstations, dressed in worn and dirty-looking underwear, their little paper masks stopping them from getting higher than a damn kite breathing in my shit.

“Get back to work!” I shout, and they all scurry on with what they were doing.

My gaze snaps to where my second, Samuel, stands in the middle of the warehouse. In front of him, a guy is hanging by his bound wrists, the metal chain creaking as his weight swings back and forth on the winch. A crimson pool is slowly gathering beneath him, tainting the dull grey concrete. Sam casually wipes his hands on a dirty rag before doing the same with his blade.

“You shouldn’t drag out his suffering, Samuel. Just kill him.”

“No. No, please,” the man begs, lifting his head weakly.

The man is a rat who rolled over on us to the DEA, and he has the audacity to beg for his life.

“They made me!” he blurts. If there is one thing I hate more than a rat, it’s a pussy. “They said they would protect me.”

A laugh breaks past my lips, cutting into the tense silence. “I am Rafael D’Cruze.” Moving closer, I grip his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “There is no protection from me. There is nowhere you can run. Nowhere you can hide. They played you. They knew I would kill you.” A low keen slips from his throat before he starts rambling, begging.

“You don’t want to die?” I ask with a smirk.

“Please, I have children.”

“I do not take betrayal well.” I take a cloth from my pocket and dab at a streak of blood covering his cheek. “But I do not like to leave children without a father, and I am a believer in redemption, Javier.” I pat his cheek, and he sags in his chains.

“Thank you. Thank you,” he breathes.

“My mercy is not without cost.” He’s already nodding his head, agreeing to terms he has not yet heard. Because when faced with the choice, a man will do anything but die. “You will continue to work with the DEA and tell them whatever I instruct you to. Are we clear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” I grin. So easy. The only way to play the DEA is with their own dirty tricks. They may threaten a man like Javier with jail if he does not comply, but I hazard that he’d rather go to jail than suffer a cartel execution. So very gruesome.

“Betray me again, and it will be your children who pay the price.” His eyes go wide, panic flashing through them. Good. In my line of work, you must become a monster in order to maintain power.

My phone starts ringing, and I shove Javier away from me before turning my back on him. I take the phone out of my pocket, smearing blood over the screen. Nero Verdi. Fuck’s sake. The man goes through cocaine like its water. I slide the answer button.

“Samuel, drop Javier off and while you’re there, acquaint yourself with his wife and children,” I say over my shoulder.

“Yes, boss.”

I turn and walk back to my office, placing the phone to my ear. “Nero.”

“I see you’re up to old tricks.”

“Eh, fucking gringos putting rats on the ship. I’m dry until Thursday, Nero.” I still haven’t worked out why a capo is buying enough cocaine to supply several cities, but then, it’s Nero. I wouldn’t put anything past him. As long as I get paid, I don’t care.

“I don’t need another shipment. I’m calling in my favor.” Well, this can’t be good. It’s been five years. If he’s calling it in now, then it has to be something big, and undoubtedly inconvenient.

“What do you need?”

“I’m buying a girl. Andre is negotiating her sale as we speak…”

I groan. “You know that little fuck will rob you blind.”

“I had to use a middleman, Rafael. I can’t very well walk into the Sinaloa cartel and ask to buy a sex slave, can I? I can’t draw too much attention to this. Once the sale is done, Andre will bring her to you.”

“I don’t deal in girls, Nero. You know this. I owe you, but don’t ask me to—”

“I’m not buying her as a slave.”

“What are you buying her for then?”

“Collateral.”

“Collateral for what?” Silence. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“It’s safer if you don’t know. No one can know she’s with you.” What the hell is he getting into?

“And what am I supposed to do with her?”

“Just keep her safe. I can’t get her out of Mexico yet.”

He’s serious. “And you aren’t going to tell me who she

is.”

“Her name is Anna Vasiliev. I can’t tell you more than that right now.”

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Drew

“Wet for me, baby girl?”

The neon light flashed through the curtained windows. And it provided just enough glow that I could make out Hot Guy’s face as he maneuvered me toward the back of the van. All dark hair and perfect jawline, a smirk that promised to make all my problems disappear—of which I had a list a mile long. One look from him had been nothing short of a siren call to a lonely girl needing to feel wanted for just a few moments. So here I was. In a van. In a bar parking lot, letting his filthy words replay through my head while he grabbed my hips and kissed my throat. Wet for me, baby girl…

“You say that to all the girls?” I asked, then felt him smirk against my skin while he worked the strap of my dress from my shoulder.

“Only the ones I wanna fuck…”

No matter how hot his words had me, I was not actually going to screw him. Nope—although, his lips were extremely persuasive.

My legs bumped the back seat. A moment of doubt crept in as he lowered me to the bench. Though I knew I was probably one in a long line of girls he’d seduced and brought out to this van, I couldn’t quite find the will to care. In my defense, he might have been the hottest guy I’d ever seen, so if I were ever going to have a one-off moment of weakness, he was totally worthy. His hand roamed over my thigh, then beneath my skirt, his pure electric touch tracing me through my underwear. No guy had ever had this effect on me. And I wanted more.

“Damn,” he mumbled against my throat before pulling my panties to the side. “You’re soaked.”

His finger slipped inside me, crooking. The flood of sensation that fired through me took any resolve I had to not bang him and threw it right out the curtained van window.

“I’m not fucking you,” I said in a rush, and I wasn’t sure if that declaration was meant for him or me.

“Not gonna fuck me, huh?” His finger worked deeper.

Arrogant prick. He absolutely thought this was a done deal. Not like I was giving him much reason to think otherwise, but still.

“So, you came out to the van to play a game of ‘get to know you?’ Because I’d say, this is probably a damn good way to get to know someone.” He slipped another finger inside. Pressing. Pushing. Driving me crazy. “Wouldn’t you?” His mouth was on my stomach now, working lower and lower.

I was so screwed. “I…”

“Or did you come out here to ask me my name and favorite color?

I hesitated for a minute, trying to form words. “Name,” I finally choked out, fully aware I probably should have asked that before now. “What’s your name?”

“Bellamy.” He spread my legs, then settled between them, locking eyes with me as he nipped at the inside of my thigh. “What’s yours?”

I sure as hell wasn’t giving him my name, and the first name that sprung to mind was my best friend’s. “Genevieve.” Okay. That was bad...

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” I lied, fighting a moan as his lips worked higher. Okay, I was done talking, or should I say, lying. “Any more questions?”

“Yeah.” His gaze locked with mine, and he removed his fingers. “How good do you taste?” Then slipped them between his lips on a groan. And that one dirty move was enough to absolutely, one hundred percent, seal my fate.

Within seconds, my underwear had been thrown somewhere onto the floorboard and his warm tongue was on me, my hands in his hair, my hips grinding against his face as a wave of bliss crashed over me so hard, I could barely draw in a breath. It wasn’t just an orgasm; it was an awakening, one that had my thighs clamped around his head, my body trembling, and my heart slamming against my ribs.

“So soon, baby girl?” He sat up, smirking as he reached for his belt.

Someone banged the outside of the van. “Hey, fucker!” a guy shouted. “We gotta problem…Psycho bitch is on the hunt. I repeat, little eagle. Psycho bitch is on the hunt. Over.”

Bellamy groaned, still fiddling with his belt. “Tell her to fuck off!”

A girl was looking for him—one that his friend was keeping a lookout for, while he fooled around with another girl in his van? Jesus Christ, I was an idiot. Sitting up, I tugged my skirt back into place, then rummaged through the crumpled papers and music magazines littering the floorboard in search of my underwear.

Another bang sounded over the van door. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Bellamy lowered his zipper like an asshole who expected me to still touch his dick. “I heard you!”

“Wow.” Forget the underwear. With a shake of my head, I opened the van door and came face to face with the guitarist from the band that had played earlier. His fist was lifted, ready to pound the side of the vehicle again.

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Zepp Hunt wasn’t the king of Dayton high school. He was the top of the food chain. And I was next in line to be dragged into the lion’s den. At least that’s what he thought… Good girls wanted to tame him. Bad girls want to be tainted by him. Everyone bowed down to him. And me? I hated Zeppelin Hunt with every fiber of my being. Which was why I stayed away from the arrogant bad boy with tattoos and a rap sheet. Until I couldn’t. Until we traded favors, and I owed him three months of my life. I never thought I would end up in his bed, and when I did, I had to remind myself that he hated me as much as I hated him. Until I didn’t. Zepp Hunt was no prince, and I absolutely refused to be his damsel in distress
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Zepp

Velma’s was the only hole-in-the-wall bar in Dayton where there wasn't a cover and naked girls working poles. Christmas lights framed the windows year-round, and tonight they blinked on and off, almost in time with the twang of country music that seeped through the open windows.

Wolf parked his pickup at the back of the lot, cutting the headlights while he left the engine running. “I’ll just wait for you to give me the signal,” he said when Bellamy and I piled out.

The place was full of rundown beaters, cars with busted windows and rusted out roofs. But even pieces of shit could be sold for a good chunk of money.

Bellamy dropped his dad’s police bag beside the wheel of a rusted Hurst Old, kneeling to rummage through for the file. “This thing’s a piece of shit.”

The car was a wreck, but any idiot knew these things could go for an easy fifty-grand with some new interior and a paint job—which made us selling it for four a steal. “We’ll each get a grand a piece for it.”

“Yeah.” Bellamy worked to jimmy the lock, while I watched the entrance of the bar. The seconds ticked by without the pop of the lock. “Dammit,” Bellamy huffed. “It won’t catch. It’s jammed or something.”

I tugged at the door while he crammed the file farther under the rubber seal. “What the…”

The bang of a screen door broke up the rhythm of banjos and guitars. I popped up, staring over the dented roof of the Hurst, then gave Bellamy a shove. “Hurry up, man.”

My gaze narrowed on the silhouette slinking through the parked cars. Something about the sway of her hips seemed familiar. The curvy redhead stepped underneath the fluorescent glow of Velma’s sign, and I groaned. Monroe James went to my school. She lived two trailers down from my best friend, and the last thing we needed was a possible witness who knew our names when the guy reported his car stolen.

“Shit, man. Keep going. I’ve gotta go distract this chick.” I moved away from the car, striding over the gravel toward Monroe.

Her pace slowed. Through the dark, I could barely make out her narrowed gaze aimed at me.

I made a blatant show of looking over her long legs. And damn, that skirt was short. “Nice skirt,” I said.

“Eat shit.” She stepped around me without missing a beat.

I faltered. That was not how this shit went. Ever. I complimented a girl—she swooned. I spun around. I wanted to call her a bitch, but she was headed straight toward Bellamy. So I swallowed my pride for a second and started after her. “You should learn to take a compliment, you know?”

“You should learn to fuck off.”

My jaw clenched. She was a row over from the damned Hurst. God, I did not need to be dealing with this right now.

“You don’t have to play hard to get. I’ve heard you’re easy, Monroe.”

“I’ve heard you have herpes. I’m busy, so again, fuck off.”

I didn’t have time for this. I brushed past her. She could turn us in if she wanted. We’d sell the Hurst before the cops ever showed up at my house anyway. Lack of proof was a bitch. “Bell!” I shouted across the parked cars. “Hurry the hell up.”

Her steps over the gravel quickened, and she popped up right beside me. “Are you stealing that car?”

“What if I am?” I stopped a few feet in front of the Hurst.

And I knew that look, the way her gaze swept over me while she bit at her lip. Before tonight, I hadn’t said a word to Monroe, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t noticed the girl. Curves. Big tits. Tiny waist. Red hair. She was hot in that look-at-me-and-I'll-kill-you kind of way, which made her hard not to notice. This wasn’t the first time I had thought about sinking my dick into her.

“Well, that might change things.” Her finger trailed down my chest. “I do like a bad boy.” Most girls did. It was their kryptonite.

“Yeah?” I grabbed her, pinning her against the car. “You wanna be tainted by the bad boy, Monroe. That it?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” Bellamy grumbled. “Seriously, Zepp?”

She threaded her fingers through my belt loops and snapped my body tight to hers. I imagined grabbing her by the waist and throwing her face down onto the hood of the car, going at her until my dick was raw.

Her lips brushed my jaw. “Do you wanna fuck me, Zepp?”

“I wanna ruin you.”

Bellamy groaned in the background. “Great. I’m going to the truck. Let me know when you’re ready to work, dickhead.”

And now I was totally going to screw her against this car. “Are you a screamer, Monroe?”

Her fingers raked the back of my neck, and she pulled me close. I waited for her to go for my fly and pull me out, but instead, she rammed her knee into my groin. I doubled over, grabbing myself while I fought for a breath, but the pain only got worse. It felt like my nuts were in my throat. My legs buckled, and my knees hit the gravel.

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Advertisement Besieged Read Online L.P. Lovell (She Who Dares #1) http://www.books2020.com/besieged-1-read-online-l-p-lovell Tue, 06 Jun 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/besieged-1-read-online-l-p-lovell Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Authors: L.P. Lovell Series: She Who Dares Series by L.P. Lovell
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Theodore Ellis. Men want to be him, and women want to be underneath him. He’s the entrepreneurial bad boy, the tabloids darling, and as infamous in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Theo is the moral free man whore, that women can’t even bring themselves to feel ashamed over Lilly Parker. Everything about her screams sex. She’s beautiful, strong, intelligent and independent. She’s the career driven, man-eater, who can make a grown man feel like a sixteen year old boy. What happens when a player meets his match? This is alpha versus alpha, as two major players make and break the rules. The game is about to change. Hearts will become dangerously besieged, and walls will be battered to the ground. Love is a war. She who dares…wins.
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Prologue

Have you ever looked around you and wondered about the lives that pass you by every day? The people behind the faces? Each one has a life, family, friends… a story to tell. The thing about people though, is that we are masters of pretend. I know this because I am one of those people. From the outside looking in nobody would ever know how broken I am. I am a practised actress, a true master of my craft.

I live every minute, every hour, every day locked in an epic internal battle where strength fights weakness in a bloody dual, but strength must conquer or weakness will consume all that I am, all that I have fought so hard and risked everything to become.

Weakness is a poison that betrays people you love. It tears at your soul until nothing is left. Weakness is a state of mind; you are only as weak as the point at which you choose to break.

Strength is the ability to endure beyond your own capabilities. Strength is hitting rock bottom and still clawing your way to your feet again. Strength is determination and tenacity. Strength is also a state of mind, and you are only as strong as you believe you are.

The difference between me and everyone else... I've endured more pain and betrayal than most people could dream of. I have endured the stuff of nightmares and yet here I stand, fighting for my strength.

You know what they say though…Diamonds are made under pressure.

Chapter 1- Theo

I slam back the tequila shot and inhale a deep breath as it burns its way down my throat.

"Woo." Hugo shouts, shaking his head. His bloodshot eyes and permanent grin are a dead giveaway to his plastered state.

He slides the shot glasses across the bar and signals to the bar tender for four more.

I can feel the wonderfully numbing burn of the alcohol starting to seep into my blood stream like a welcome friend.

"There is no greater joy in life than tequila." Hugo announces as a woman brushes past him. She looks back over her shoulder at him as she passes, which I might add, he may have noticed had his eyes not been firmly fixed on her arse.

"...and of course women, let’s not forget the women." Hugo smiles as his eyes follow the woman's retreating rear. He slaps me on the shoulder before turning around and casually flicking his eyes over the packed bar. It's a Saturday night and we’re in one of the smaller clubs in Mayfair; Poison, one of our regular spots. It’s absolutely heaving, making the club hot and the air stuffy.

"See anything you like?" I ask with a smile as I sip on my beer. It’s a stupid question. Hugo’s not fussy.

He laughs. “Dude, it’s a pussy fest in here." He’s right, there must be a female to male ratio of at least four to one, which suits me just fine. “The blonde at the bar has a fucking awesome rack though.” He indicates straight ahead of him.

I turn and look over my shoulder spotting the woman in question. Her dress is sporting a dropped neckline, clearly displaying her very ample cleavage.

I laugh at Hugo's predictable choice. "Nice, although you should really look for something a little more challenging." I goad.

Four shots are placed on the bar in front of us. I hand the guy a twenty.

Hugo downs a shot, before eyeing the blonde again. "She might be a challenge..." He feigns offense.

I smile wryly at him. "Really Hugo? You know better. Hundred quid says you could have her bent over in the toilets within the hour."

"So if I get her in the toilets you win? Where's the incentive in that. It's a win win situation. You suck at bets." I shrug before clinking glasses with him and downing the remainder of the shots. The tequila brings its usual welcome numbness.

Hugo claps his hands together. "Right, let’s go find Rambo a nice place to stay for the night." He grins as we turn away from the bar, and just like that he's completely forgotten about the busty blonde. Yes, he does have the attention span of a gnat. Oh, and Rambo is his dick.

"How about in your pants for once? I’m surprised that thing hasn’t dropped off yet." I snort. Hugo is the biggest whore I know, in fact Hugo’s probably the biggest whore in the history of mankind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly no angel, but Hugo is on an entirely different playing field.

"Nah, Rambo likes to party…hard." He smiles as he wiggles his eyebrows and thrusts his hips. I roll my eyes. Like I said, whore, but who better to have as a wingman right?

"So let’s go find him some pussy." He bounds off like an over eager puppy. Hey, I didn’t say I understand how he gets laid.

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