Paying the Debt Read Online Madison Faye (Innocence Claimed)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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The agent swallows thickly, before turning to me and giving me a quick nod.

“Well, congratulations then,” he says quickly before turning away.

“Cuff this piece of shit,” he mutters, nodding at my father, who shrieks as they grab him and haul him out the front door.

“Falsifying claims is nasty little charge, Mr. Jensen,” the agent spits.

“How long will he go away for something like that?” I ask.

Agent Tanner shrugs. “He won’t. It’ll be a fine and some court bullshit.”

I shiver as I slowly turn to Jagger, biting my lip.

“I—” I shake my head. “I feel so safe with you, and I know you’ll protect me from anything and everything. But…”

The man I love nods, pulling me close. He knows what I mean.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. The thought of my father being free to come after me, or inflict his rage and hurt on anyone else sends a horrible feeling through my gut.

“Then tell them,” he says softly.

“But what about you?” My hands tighten in his as I nuzzle my face into his bare chest. “Won’t that implicate you?”

“I’d want you to do it even if it did, sweetness,” he purrs. “But no, it won’t. I’m insulated.”

It’s all I need to hear. I turn and raise my voice at the FBI heading for the front door with my father.

“He’s also a drug dealer, you know,” I say loudly, nodding at my father.

Agent Tanner’s brows go up. “Well today just keeps on giving, now doesn’t it?”

“There’s a hidden—”

“You shut your mouth, you bitch—”

Jagger lunges for my father, but the FBI agents half hold him back as they drag my father screaming from the house.

“There’s a hidden room behind his bedroom,” I say to Agent Tanner. “There’s a switch to open it next to his bedside table. You’ll find cocaine, meth, money, and guns in there.”

The FBI agent nods, and then gives Jagger a look.

“You’re welcome,” Jagger mutters at him. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

The cops and the agents file out, and Jagger turns to the handful of his own people still in the room.

“Out, now,” he growls. They don’t need a second invitation, and scurry away. One of his guys, a good-looking man with dark hair and piercing eyes nods at him, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Nicely played boss,” he mutters, giving me a small smile before he ushers the rest of them out.

The door to the house has barely shut before Jagger and I are jumping into each other's arms. He takes me to the ground with him, on his knees with my legs around his waist and sitting in his lap as he kisses me fiercely.

“That was some fast talking,” he says with a grin, kissing me.

“I couldn’t— I mean, I couldn’t let them—”

“I’d never let that happen, angel,” he says fiercely. “I swear.”

“I just want to be here with you,” I whisper. “Always.”

“And this is where you’ll stay,” he says quietly, pulling me tight to him. “So, we’re engaged now, huh?”

I blush.

“I just wanted them to let you—”

“Marry me.”

The words send a fire through me, a blaze that roars through all of my soul and leaves me breathless and without words.

“Marry me, sweetness,” Jagger growls, standing suddenly and lifting me weightlessly with him. He spins me around, holding me tight and looking right into my eyes.

“Be mine forever.”

The answer tumbles from my lips before I even have to think about it, and the yes I scream out echoes through the house again and again as the fierce, dangerous, powerful, and loving man who’s made me his scoops me up and takes me to his bedroom.

Our bedroom.

Forever.

Epilogue

Skye

“Harder.”

My husband’s cock fills me like it always does, the scent of him and the feel of him surrounding me as he drives his big dick deep inside of me. Three years later, and I still lose my breath when that huge cock fills me.

“More,” I whimper, clawing at his chest as he drives into me. Hands grab my ass, his mouth on my collarbone making me cry out as he pounds my tight little pussy mercilessly, just how I like it.

Three years and two babies later, I’m seriously still almost too tight for him.

“You’re going to be late,” I gasp.

“Then I’ll be late,” he groans, rocking his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt between my legs.

We’re in our bedroom, the moonlight teasing over the ocean and flooding into our room in a soft white glow. It’s all legitimate now — Jagger’s business empire that is. Well, close to “all” of it, at least. No more guns, drugs, prostitutes, or porn. As it turns out, my husband is one damn savvy businessman, and he turned the business he stepped into into an empire. Instead of crime, the organization he inherited moved into financial management and growth, and today, they’re one of the biggest hedge funds in the country.


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