Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Some of them were better than others, but that didn’t matter when all she dreamed of was freedom.
However, dreams weren’t for people like her.
Angie only had nightmares.
People either abused or abandoned her.
Which is why she wasn’t going to believe the promises from a crime lord.
A Bartolli had ruined her life once. She couldn’t let that happen again.
No matter how sexy and protective he was.
Or now seductive and possessive his sub could be.
They would just have to find another girl to be Jared’s Little and North’s plaything, to love them.
Because love wasn’t for girls like her.
Please This book contains a super hot crime boss who is definitely in charge. Although his sub might try to argue that point. And both of them want our heroine as well as each other
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PROLOGUE
Chicago
Five years ago . . .
His father was a dead man.
It was only a matter of time. With the lifestyle that bastard led it wouldn’t take long before he pickled his liver.
Or was murdered.
But as he looked at the extremely young, scared woman sitting across from him at the dining table, Jared felt like grabbing the steak knife off the table and stabbing it into his father’s fat, fucking throat himself.
Fuck, he wished North was here.
But his father didn’t believe in letting “the help” sit at the dining table. There was a definite divide in this household between “the help” and “the family.”
Jared longed to tell his father just what North meant to him . . . but he knew that would only put a target on North’s back.
North thought he could take care of himself.
However, Jared’s father was a fucking monster.
And Jared knew that he’d use anyone he loved against him. It was why he had to act like he didn’t care about his cousin, Tabby, while doing his best to keep her safe.
And why he couldn’t show that he was concerned about the young woman across from him.
The girl who his father had apparently fucking married.
Jared tightened his hand around his fork, then slowly eased his hold.
Do not show any reaction.
Do not show that you care.
The urge to murder him was almost too much for him to control. And while his father deserved to die, Jared wasn’t quite in a position to make that happen.
He was building up his own empire, without the old man’s knowledge, down in Colombia. His own team of men that worked for him because they wanted to.
Not out of fear.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t openly murder the bastard. Not without making too many waves in the family.
North had offered to sneak into his bedroom and slit his throat. But there was too much risk.
However, he needed to move up his timeline.
“Well?” Fergus said as he stabbed a piece of steak. “Don’t you have anything to say to your new stepmother?” He chortled after saying that.
As though everything was a big joke.
The girl flinched.
She looked hungry, haunted.
On her plate was a tiny serving of food. Some plain mashed potatoes and a few beans.
He didn’t blame her for not wanting to eat but that wasn’t enough.
“Don’t call her that,” he snapped and she jumped.
Regret filled him.
Jared hadn’t meant to scare her. The last thing he wanted was to add to her pain.
When his father told him eighteen months ago that he was getting married, Jared had felt sorry for the poor woman. But he’d also figured that she knew what she was getting into.
He hadn’t attended the wedding.
Hadn’t given her another thought.
Jared hadn’t had time to worry about what shit his father was getting up to.
But he should have known better.
He should have been keeping a closer eye on what his father was doing.
“How old are you?” He hadn’t meant to ask that, but the words just shot out of him.
She would be stunning if she didn’t look so terrified.
“N-nearly t-twenty-one.”
His father smiled. “Fucking hot, isn’t she? The young ones are just so . . . delicious. I can get you a young one, too. I’ve built up some nice connections.”
“I’ll let you know,” Jared said through gritted teeth.
Not fucking happening.
But appearances had to be kept.
He could not let his father know that behind the scenes, he was plotting to take him out.
It could be done.
It had to be.
For his sake.
For his cousin’s safety.
And for this abused and traumatized woman.
“We’ve got to get her free, North.”
Jared paced back and forth in the bedroom suite at his father’s sadistic torture venue.
Otherwise known as his home.
North knew he should have gone to dinner with Jared. What Jared didn’t understand is that he wasn’t scared of his father.
That disgusting pig didn’t intimidate him. Jared only had to give him the go-ahead and he’d happily slip into his bedroom and slit the bastard’s throat.
Easy-peasy.
He sharpened his knife as Jared paced back and forth. North was hoping he might notice and give him the nod.