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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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Death Wish (Deception Duet #2)

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K. Webster
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ISBN/ ASIN:
9781953553805
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All I wanted is for my little sister Della to be safe and happy. And maybe, in brief stolen moments, I dreamed of a happy ending for myself with a brown-eyed man. That hope has turned into sharp, bright fear. There's only survival now.

I'm the daughter of a controlling and cruel billionaire, so I understand about power. But I find myself fighting anyway. I find myself testing them.

I have claws and I bite. I’m not going down without a fight. It's like I have a death wish.
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Chapter One

Landry

What have I done?

Disgust at my naivety has my stomach churning. It’s the fear, though, that has every muscle tight with tension and every hair on my body standing on end.

I did this.

To myself. To us.

Della.

I try to glean a sense of what I’m in for, scanning his bedroom for clues. It’s too normal for this situation. His bed is unmade from the morning before and clothes are scattered all over the floor. There’s a picture of him and his brothers framed and sitting on his desk. Nothing says that he’s a kidnapper…or worse.

A sob of horror tries to make its escape, but Scout’s hand is clamped almost painfully over my mouth. His arm around me is powerful and unyielding.

I’m trapped.

Walked right into the one he set for me.

Now I’m all alone with Scout. In his bedroom.

Flashes of the bathroom at school assault my mind. Any pleasure I thought I got from it is erased in an instant. Whatever pain he inflicts on me this time will be worse because I won’t enjoy one second of it. On Friday, when it happened, I cared about him. Thought he was sick. Craved his touch and attention. Needed the promise of safety he offered.

What a joke.

And I’m a damn fool for falling for it.

“You won’t scream,” Scout says, voice cold and sharp like an icicle, piercing its way into my heart. “Because if you do, I’ll tape your pretty mouth shut. Plus, you don’t want to upset your little sister.”

I gag and tears flood my eyes. Though the urge to scream and hope someone will hear is high on my list of wants, I know that I won’t. Not if it means risking Della’s safety. I got her into this mess and I’m going to have to get her out of it.

“Are you going to scream?” He takes some of the pressure off my mouth and nuzzles his nose against my hair, hot breath tickling my ear. “Hmm?”

I manage to shake my head, almost imperceptibly.

“Good girl,” he praises.

Slowly, he releases his hold on me. My legs are trembling so badly, they buckle. He grabs on to my biceps, keeping me from collapsing completely.

“W-what are you going t-to do to me?” I demand, voice hoarse with tears. “What d-do you w-want from me?”

His thumbs massage into my skin. I want to squirm out of his grip but I’m too terrified to move. He doesn’t answer my questions.

“Where’s Della, you freak?”

“She’s fine. All things considered.”

“I will kill you if you hurt her,” I threaten. Panic swells up inside me. “Do you hear me?”

“No one’s hurting the kid.” He winks like that’s supposed to convince me. “Did you carry her the whole way?” Scout asks in a velvety tone that seduces me into a false sense of security. “No wonder you can barely stand on your own two feet.”

My knees wobble again. His fingers bite into my flesh so I don’t fall. If I can’t stand, how in the hell do I expect to somehow grab my sister and run? I’m in way over my head. So over my head, I’m drowning.

Someone pounds on the door behind us and I shriek.

“Scout,” a deep voice growls. “Open this door.”

“No can do, Sparrow,” Scout calls out, grinning at me. “Me and the lady are having a discussion.”

Sparrow. I had sex with Sparrow in his car. Chevy.

“Chevy, please,” I croak out, begging the other man to help me.

Scout shakes his head at me. Sparrow slams another fist on the door making me jump.

“Open the goddamn door. I won’t ask twice,” Sparrow warns.

“Or what?” Scout taunts. “You’ll huff and you’ll puff and then blow the door in?” He laughs. “This door is solid. You’re not getting through.”

Sparrow slams another fist against the wood. “Fuck!”

His heavy footsteps thud away, leaving me alone with this crazy person.

“I can’t…I can’t…” I try to suck in air, clawing at my throat and wondering why I can’t breathe.

The room spins and darkens. With each unsuccessful attempt to bring air into my lungs, I grow dizzier and more lightheaded than before.

Help me. Somebody help me.

Tears continue to stream down my cheeks, but air is still difficult to obtain. A blanket of inky darkness covers my line of vision, blinding me to everything. My feet move but not on my own accord. He’s picking me up, I think. The world goes completely black and soundless.

Everything blurs into focus again, though I’m unsure how long I was unaware and out. I’m now on a bed that smells smoky, like I’m lying atop the devil’s favorite blanket. Cool air kisses my thighs, jump-starting my heart.

“W-what are you d-doing?” I croak out, frantic eyes meeting his.

“Undressing you.”

“N-no!”

“That word doesn’t work here.” He flashes me a sinister grin before divesting me of my jeans completely. “Remember, you promised not to scream.”


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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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I’m a prisoner in a prestigious world.
A perfect princess locked in a tower. My father will never let me go.
Not that I could leave. I would never abandon my little sister. Hope comes in the form of a devilishly handsome man with dark eyes and darker secrets.
With each encounter, I’m lured deeper into the labyrinth. The danger lurking beneath his surface calls to me, even as it warns me away.
Except there’s a new side of him every time we meet. A different danger each time we touch. It’s as if three different men want to devour me.
He’s not just one villain. He’s three.
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Chapter One

Landry

My life is perfect.

It has to be because he designed it that way.

I am just one shiny part in the Croft world—glittering like spun gold for all to see.

And they will.

It’s why I exist.

To be a trophy displayed to the world. Beautiful, polite, intelligent, poised, elegant. I’m everything he demands I be. Never do I argue or resist his impossible demands.

Why?

Because of Della.

She’s not perfect.

At least, not in his eyes.

To me, my little sister is everything. Funny and sassy and a little odd sometimes. She’s the realest thing in my life. The only thing that brings me true joy.

But for some reason, he hates her. With every fiber of his being. Nothing she does is even satisfactory in his eyes. She’s a burden—an embarrassment. And if it weren’t for my careful intervening, there’s no telling what would happen to her.

I suck in a deep breath and then exhale all the stress that comes with living in the Croft penthouse condo in the prestigious Hudson Yards neighborhood with one of New York’s most powerful men.

Our condo might be valued at nearly thirty million and always magazine perfect, but darkness lurks behind every shiny marble surface. This home is nothing more than a fancy nightmare. An illusion tied in a pretty bow.

My bedroom is where I spend most of my time. The floor-to-ceiling windows that make up an entire wall of my room are where I can escape while still trapped. The expansive views of the sparkling Hudson River and the Atlantic Ocean, eighty-eight floors above the ground, remind me that life is beautiful out there away from my harsh reality. Lady Liberty, that bitch, taunts me from afar, boasting of her freedom.

Turning away from the false getaway that my windows tease me with, I take in my room. Like the rest of our condo, my room is immaculate. Very little reveals me or my personality. Sleek white furniture, snowy white bedding, soft white rugs sitting on warm charcoal gray wood floors. No art or fancy decorations. No television or stereo. Nothing but my picture-perfect prison.

I’m a pretty doll in an even prettier dollhouse.

And he likes playing with his things.

Tonight, he’ll be home, back from a two-week business trip to Tokyo. All the tension I’d managed to unknot in that time has found its way back into the muscles of my neck, twisting me up with each passing second that’ll eventually bring me to the moment I’ll be forced to see him again.

“Miss Landry,” Noel chirps from the doorway, making me jolt in surprise. “Do you require my assistance?”

I blink several times as I steel my spine. I can’t afford to let my guard down even for a second. Not because I’m afraid of Noel, but because I need to be ready for him. Lifting my chin, I give Noel a polite smile.

“Yes, please.” I motion toward the silky, golden Georgio Armani textured drape dress laid out on my bed, an exquisite blip on the otherwise perfect white comforter. “I always have trouble with the zippers.”

Eager to help, Noel scurries into my bedroom, a small smile curling her lips up. I like Noel, and in another life, we could be friends. But we’re not in another life. We’re in this one. Here, she’s paid help and not allowed anything more. I’m curious what her life consists of outside the Croft penthouse. Does she have children or a husband or hobbies?

“Mr. Croft likes this color on you,” Noel says, her voice reassuring. “I’m sure he’ll have missed you dearly.”

I try not to wince at her words. He will have missed me and he will like this dress. I’ll be everything that he’s groomed me to be—perfect.

It’s Della he won’t have missed dearly.

Della who will be the recipient of his scornful glares and scathing remarks.

Clearing my throat, I attempt to ready myself for his arrival. There is no room for jittery nerves or a twisting stomach. I have to be strong and distracting so Della flies under the radar. Sure, we’ve had a much-needed break from him, but he’s back in town, which means it’s business as usual.

All playfulness will be gone. Our movie and popcorn nights in her room will cease to exist. The treats Noel sometimes smuggles in for us will discontinue under his watchful eye. Della’s sleeping in my bed will be no more. We’ll have to watch our backs, which means always being on guard.

Even the staff is rigid once more. They’ve been whisking around all day, readying the condo for his arrival. His security detail lets us bend the rules while he’s gone, as long as we don’t leave the condo. But with his return they’ll be strict and smothering again.

“Is Della dressed?” I ask as I slip out of my clothes down to my undergarments.

“In the buttercup dress that makes her green eyes pop.”


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