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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
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Dirty Stack (The Devious Games Duet #2)

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D.D. Prince
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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B09K4PZ141
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In life and in love, sometimes you're just gonna have to play dirty.
The continuation of Killian and Violet's story.
A romance duet that starts with Kill Game.
Release date will follow.
Books in Series:

The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
Books by Author:

D.D. Prince


1

Killian

Sixteen Years Old

“C’mere, you little shit!”

Hearing this, I break into a jog, moving down the yellow hallway toward the door to the shithole I have no choice for another year and a half to call home. The hollering is coming from that asshole, aimed at my ten-year-old brother. This isn’t the first time he’s called him that, though now that I’m the same size as him, he only does it when he thinks I can’t hear. Considering I’ve heard from six doors away, he’s on a tear about something. As usual.

He’s mean when he’s drunk, mean when he’s sober. No clue which version Willie’s dealing with right now. It’s not five o’clock yet, but that doesn’t matter to this asshole. I’ve seen him drink at all hours.

I’m gonna have to quit the football team. I’ve been chewing on it for a week already and I know I can’t put it off any longer. Too much time for Willie without me. With me being so busy, I haven’t been able to pick him up or drop him off to school most days and fuck knows she won’t get out of bed early enough to get him there on time and since she loses track of time, it means at least a couple days a week I gotta go looking for the kid when I get home after practice because she forgot to pick him up.

It’s five blocks to his school and I’ve found him at the school, at the park that’s the drug dealing square for our hood, and the other day hangin’ out with a couple drunk bums by the warehouses at the end of our block. We live in a shitty complex, not the sort of place he can just hang out. Either there will be crackheads or homeless drunks bothering him, flipping him out – or when there are kids around, they’re usually older and pick on him. Until they see me, then they scram. He gets hassled for always being late for school, not to mention harassed for his shitty shoes, for being so skinny, for his drunk-off-her-ass mother.

Our mother’s mother, Nan, she’d slap Mom in the face if she saw how bad things have gotten since she died. Not that they were ever that great before that, but they’ve gotten way worse.

I quickly get the door unlocked and shove in, seeing the asshole directly beside the door hauling my brother out of the coat closet by the back of his ratty t-shirt.

He sees me and lets go of Willie, whose wide eyes switch from fear to relief at seeing me as he stumbles and falls to his knees.

“Get yer hands off him. Already told you,” I bite off, “You do not fuckin’ touch him.”

He nearly backhanded my kid brother last week for making noise before noon on a Saturday, standing there in his boxers pulling his hand across his body because Willie was playing with his Beyblades and with rip cords to set them off, it’s loud. But as he was getting ready to strike, he saw me poking my head around the corner, so the asshole stormed off and slammed the bedroom door instead, directing his frustration at my mother.

“Do not fuckin’ pull the batteries outta the remote again, you little...” He points at Willie.

My nostrils flare. “He hurt you, Willie?” I demand.

“Relax, Killian. Fuck, kid. You’re so goddamn high-strung.” Max wanders to the fridge and looks inside.

Willie shakes his head.

“Where’s she?” I ask, looking him over.

The kid stands there in a ripped and dirty (not to mention shapeless, stretched from Max’s yanking on it) t-shirt and old, pilled trackpants that are too short on him. There’s a hole in the left baby toe of his dirty looking sock and his nose is running. His curly brown hair is also in his eyes. He hasn’t had a haircut in six months.

“She went to the church to get food,” he says, using his t-shirt to wipe his face.

Willie looks excited. Fucking embarrassing.

Kid is hungry all the fuckin’ time. Just because she lives on booze and cigarettes she thinks she can get away with feeding us table scraps. If it weren’t for me and my part-time job, things would be even worse.

“I’ll take you for food. Go change your clothes and wash your face.”

Maybe I’ll take him for a haircut, too.

His eyes light up brighter as he wipes his nose. “Can we get chili fries? Chicken fingers?”

Max cracks open a can of beer and walks back to the couch while scratching his gut. Funny how she’s gone to the food bank at the church for the second time this month and yet there are two six-packs in the fridge.

Max doesn’t have a job right now. Which explains why he’s here. When things are good for him, he’s always got better places to be.


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Kill Game (The Devious Games Duet #1) Read Online D.D. Prince http://www.books2020.com/kill-game-the-devious-games-duet-1-read-online-d-d-prince Sun, 02 May 2021 20:40:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/kill-game-the-devious-games-duet-1-read-online-d-d-prince Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
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(The Devious Games Duet #1) Kill Game

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9798743345342
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Wagers. Pain. Danger. Deceit.
Is Killian just a player? Or... is this game for keeps.
3 years ago, the flip of a coin changed three lives. Killian Coulter is about to right those wrongs, using any means necessary.
Killian:
Three years ago, I let the flip of a coin decide whether me or Ray got to ask her out. The coin picked wrong. The beautiful, vivacious brunette I saw that night is now a shadow of her former self because Ray has methodically dragged her into the gutter with him.
It’s time for me to fix this and unbreak the broken girl. I decided I’ll use Ray’s gambling addiction against him to right that wrong. But along the way, it becomes complicated. Because I get addicted to her and decide I need to win her not just so he loses, but also because I want her to be mine.
There’s a problem. My life, lifestyle, and my needs… all darker than this broken girl deserves. And as things progress, there are some secrets I’ll have to keep from her. Unfortunately, secrets always find their way out.
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The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
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D.D. Prince


Prologue

“You lied,” I say.

“Yes, I did,” he replies matter-of-factly.

I’m in shock. I can’t process this, especially not with his green eyes cutting through me, showing me what looks like the epitome of I give no fucks.

He has zero remorse. Zero.

Is that possible?

“I can’t believe you did that.”

Without hesitation, he replies.

“Believe it. I would lie; I would say anything to protect you. I’ll lie to anybody, you included, to keep you safe. To keep you happy and carefree. To protect you from how I know you feel right now.”

“Killian.”

His name sounds like pain. Agony. Like shock.

“Violet,” he replies coolly.

It’s true.

He did this.

He actually did this.

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Violet

I’m Violet Rose Gates. I’m twenty-six years old, and I don’t know when I lost myself, but somehow, it happened.

I live with a narcissistic, lazy, abusive man. And I can’t figure out how to leave or make him go. Am I too scared of what he’ll do? Am I just too broken?

How has this become my life?

I can only explain it like that slow-boiling a frog analogy because it’s the only thing that makes sense to me as I look at the girl in the mirror, looking like me but not feeling like me – not feeling like me for a long time.

I have trouble looking into that girl’s eyes because I’ve let her down.

The slow boiling? Things got hotter and hotter, but by the time the water started to exceed 100 degrees, I was already conditioned, accustomed to being in hot water all the time.

I adapted. I changed.

I went from fun-loving and extroverted to quiet and reserved. Because I had to.

I went from chatty and sociable to quiet and timid. I don’t know at which point I began to shrink away, at which point I started trying to be incognito so that I wouldn’t do something to trigger an outburst from him, trigger hard questions from other people.

Over time, I devolved into a wannabe chameleon, trying hard to blend, doing whatever I could to avoid standing out. I try to hover under the radar with everyone, especially him.

I don’t know exactly when it happened, but somehow I lost myself.

I guess it started by me going on high alert whenever Ray was around. Eventually, I became that way with everybody else, too.

I’d go out of my way to avoid his outbursts. They’re always explosive, sometimes verbally abusive. And when a mood strikes him extra hard, he’ll corner me.

He specializes in intimidation. And I’m convinced that bad things will happen if I try to leave. Very bad things. Murder-suicide headlines. Him sending the nudes I let him take of me when we were first together to my parents, posting them on the internet, talking to his friends that are mafia-connected about ruining my parents’ lives – that kind of thing.

He told me the nudes were missing when I asked about them over a year ago, which freaked me out. I’ve torn the apartment apart five times looking for them.

He was drunk one night a few months later and joked that he was holding them in a safe place as insurance in case I try to leave him. He then said he was joking, but I don’t believe him.

The last big fight we had was the end for me; the last of my feelings burnt to ash that night. I just haven’t figured out how to get rid of him. I’m also just… broken. I’ve become this meek, weak person filled with self-loathing.

Our first year together, I fell madly in love with him and was sure he’d someday become the father of my children. Fast forward to year two and every time he’d get in my face, I’d think, “Give me a reason.”

A few times he’d be an inch from my face screaming and it’d cross my mind…

Just do it. Get it over with.

Of course I shouldn’t need a physical cue to leave. Why would I wait until he causes me physical pain when he’s traumatized me to the degree I don’t recognize myself?

My brain knows all this, logically, but somehow I’ve become someone who ignores logic. Someone who has no voice. And if all the other things he did do didn’t amount to me leaving there was a good chance that a slap or a punch might not do it either. I’d probably come up with some excuse. Fear he’d hurt me. Fear he’d release those nudes. Worry that he’d hurt my family, stalk me. I don’t know why it happened, how I allowed it, but he’s systematically broken me. I do nothing. I stay. My life is just… paused.

I’m so angry with myself.

Do I stay to punish myself because I’ve allowed this to happen?

Is it because I know, bone deep, that he will become my stalker, my worst nightmare if I try to go? Why have I allowed him to reduce me to this weak, pathetic person?


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