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The Theriot Family Series by Silvia Violet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 07 Aug 2022 23:23:03 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Theriot Family Series by Silvia Violet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Ambrose (The Theriot Family #5) Read Online Silvia Violet http://www.books2020.com/ambrose-the-theriot-family-5-read-online-silvia-violet Fri, 25 Mar 2022 19:04:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ambrose-the-theriot-family-5-read-online-silvia-violet Genre: M-M Romance, Mafia, Romance Authors: Silvia Violet Series: The Theriot Family Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 74
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I thought I was the one straight Theriot cousin… But I was wrong. Because when Sheriff Eric Winston demanded my help in ridding his territory of pure evil, I couldn’t say no. The man’s infuriating—a clean-cut do-gooder—and my family’s never exactly been friends with the law. But I couldn’t deny I owed the man a favor… And I can’t deny the things he makes me feel either. I want to protect him. To kiss him. To possess him. To save him from the enemy that threatens to take him away from me. To break down every obstacle that could keep us apart… Even the ones in my own mind. Because I thought I was the one Theriot cousin who could never fall in love… But I might have been wrong about that, too.
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Eric

Anger burned through me as I watched the Theriots mow down every man between them and the shack where Dax’s boyfriend was being held, including the men they’d promised to leave unscathed. I’d intended to arrest those men, knowing they might just be pawns—not pure evil like the ones I’d reluctantly agreed to sacrifice—knowing they’d never get what they deserved in our justice system.

I charged toward the fight, shouting, trying to stop them, even though I knew it was pointless. I’d made a deal with a known mafia family. What the hell had I expected? That they’d actually keep their promises? I’d be lucky if I made it out of there alive.

I didn’t think anyone had heard me yell, but Ambrose turned and looked at me. His expression was completely blank, but he called out, “Go back where you were and wait for me.”

I shouldn’t listen to him. I should leave and pretend I was never there, maybe just keep on driving and disappear, send my resignation from wherever I ended up, but I retreated to the trees, then stayed rooted to the ground, gun still in my hand, staring at the carnage I’d allowed.

I snorted. Allowed? I wished I had that much power. If I did, I’d still be back in Baltimore, and my former chief of police would be in jail.

The men the Theriots had killed were evil bastards, and I didn’t truly think they deserved a better fate. Even the ones they were supposed to spare had been holding an innocent young man prisoner.

So, yeah, I could justify everything that had happened. I was protecting my new home by ridding it of drug dealers who were pushing their wares at kids. All this killing was in the name of protecting the citizens of my parish. The problem was, I’d sworn to uphold the law, and I’d moved here because I was no longer able to do that in Baltimore.

“Winston,” Ambrose called. “You better still be there.”

I looked up to see Ambrose striding toward me. I forced myself to hold his gaze, even though I wanted to look away. But not because I was afraid of him. He was a fucking crazy recluse from a mafia family, but I’d had a few days to move past that. What bothered me about Ambrose was how goddamn attracted I was to him.

“What the hell was that?” I allowed my anger to show on my face. The last thing I needed was for Ambrose to get a hint of anything else I was feeling toward him. He probably wouldn’t kill me for wanting him since his brother and cousins were all in relationships with men, but Ambrose hadn’t given me any reason to think he shared their interests. As far as I knew, he was completely straight. Even if he wasn’t, I was safest sticking to my initial impression that he was still very much off-limits.

Then there was the fact that he’d betrayed me. Why did I still find him sexy as hell after that?

The bastard grinned at me. “What you just witnessed was justice.”

“It wasn’t what we agreed to.”

“Those assholes were holding Travis in a fucking cage. Do you really think Dax was going to let them live after that?”

Dax was Ambrose’s twin brother, and Travis was the young man Dax had fallen for. “You shot them before you entered the shed.”

Ambrose’s grin grew wider. Before that day I’d been convinced he never smiled. Maybe killing made him happy. Another reason to stay far away from him.

“You’re observant. Most cops out here in bayou country aren’t so interested in the details.”

I hated how right he was. “I’m interested in everything that goes on in this parish.”

“Some things are better off ignored.”

“Like vigilante justice?”

Ambrose nodded, his expression more solemn now. “Yes, just like that.”

“I could bring you up on murder charges.”

His smile returned. “No, you couldn’t.”

I had no doubt he was right. His family had connections everywhere. Any charges brought against them would be dropped. The best thing I could do was get out of there and pretend to be shocked when the call came in about the dead bodies. My last year in Baltimore had made me an expert in pretending not to know things.

I turned to leave, but Ambrose grabbed my arm. “Where the hell are you going?”

His touch sent sparks shooting over my skin. His grip was firm and determined. I could free myself if I needed to, but it would take a fight.

“Since I don’t have anyone to arrest, I’m not needed here until a call comes in.”

“No one’s going to make a call. We’ll get this cleaned up, and these men will simply be rumored to have disappeared.”

He’d told me the day before that his family would take care of things, but I hadn’t actually believed they could go that far. When was I going to learn to stop underestimating people? I’d known the Theriots could cover things up by making it appear these men had killed each other or something, but Ambrose was certain they could just wave a hand and make it all disappear. How could anyone in my department fight power like that?

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Travis is my friend's little brother. I'm supposed to keep him safe. To be a man he can trust. But I haven't seen him in years. When he turns up hurt and needing a place to stay, protection is only one of the things I want to offer him. Because Travis isn’t a kid anymore. He’s all grown up now. And the way he looks at me tells me he feels the heat rising between us. He deserves a lot better than me — a man who can walk with him in the light, instead of pulling him down into the darkness. But every instinct in my body is screaming at me to hold him close… And there’s no way I’m letting him go.
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Dax

“I can take him home with me. I’ve got plenty of room.” The words tumbled out before I’d thought them through, but Travis looked so damn hurt I couldn’t help myself. He’d shown up to save his brother, and he was afraid he’d be sent away. I couldn’t let that happen.

No matter how much he’d done to hurt Beau, I still remembered Travis as the sweet boy he’d been when I’d first met him and his brother. I hadn’t seen Travis in years, though, and he sure as hell wasn’t a boy anymore. He was all man, all fucking gorgeous man, but I would never take advantage of that. He was my friend’s little brother, and he had a lot of healing to do. I would offer him a room and food and absolutely nothing else, no matter how attractive his shy smile was when he glanced at me.

“You remember Dax, don’t you?” Beau asked. I know you only met him a few times, but I promise he’s trustworthy.”

I hoped to hell Travis remembered me, and we’d all hung out more than a few times. Did Beau think Travis had been too young to remember our earliest meetings?

Travis nodded, then glanced at me. Was I imagining the appreciation in his eyes? What the hell was that about?

He looked away again and mumbled, “I guess that’s… okay.”

Was he scared of me? Could I really blame him if he was? How much did he know about the man I’d become? I didn’t want him to be scared, though, so I decided he thought I lived like my brother. “I have real plumbing and everything,” I assured him. “I wouldn’t last more than a day with Ambrose.”

Travis smiled, and I instantly felt better about the whole situation. Beau had promised him I was trustworthy, and I would show him I was. Beau talked to his brother like Travis was a wounded animal. I was a monster but not enough of one to take advantage of someone in Travis’s position. I’d give him food and shelter like I would anyone in need. That was as far as things would go. He and Beau had a long way to go to repair their relationship. Travis had proven himself today, but what did that mean for the future? Whatever it was, my dick wasn’t going to be involved.

“How did you get here? Do you have a car or anything you need to pick up?” He was carrying a backpack, but it couldn’t hold much.

“I just have this bag. I borrowed a car. The… um… guy who lent it to me will pick it up.”

I assumed that meant the car was stolen, but that was the last thing I cared about.

Travis was mostly silent on the ride to my house, only speaking when I asked him direct questions like whether the AC was cold enough for him. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t a person who needed a lot of unnecessary chatter.

When I turned into my driveway, Travis spoke up. “What are we doing here?” He gestured to the Garden District home in front of us.

“This is my house.”

“Your… No way.”

I put the car in park and looked at him. His eyes were wide, and he was glancing back and forth between me and the house. “This is your house?”

“Yes. Is that so impossible to believe?”

“I just… I thought someone like you would… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Someone like me? A mobster? A badass? I can’t have a nice house?”

“Nice like a mansion or some shit, yeah, but this is… cute.”

“Fuck right it’s cute, and it’s a bitch to maintain. It was built in 1875, and as soon as I get one thing fixed, another breaks.”

“So you’re remodeling it?”

I shook my head. “I’m preserving it. If I wanted some modern-ass abomination, I would have bought one.”

“Couldn’t you… um… hire someone to do the repairs.”

I snorted. “Trust someone else with my place? Trust them not to fuck it up? No thanks.”

“Okay, now that sounds like you.” He was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Tell me more about what you think of me?”

Travis chewed his lip and stared at me. “I… um…”

What was I thinking? He was scared, and I was putting him on the spot because I liked that he had an impression of who I was. It told me he did remember me. I wanted him to know me. “Never mind. Let’s get inside. I’m starving.”

The tension went out of his shoulders. “Me too.”

I studied him closely. “When did you last eat?”

“Um… yesterday some time. I don’t really know. Beau left me plenty of food and all, but I… I’ve been”—he ran a hand through his thick wavy hair—“not feeling so great.”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“If you need a doctor…”

He shook his head. “No. I… No doctor.”

I’d see that he ate and send him to bed. If he still felt bad after he woke up, I’d call a doctor to come look at him whether he liked it or not. I wasn’t going to let him suffer.

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Men like me don't spend a lot of time at the library, so I've never had a reason to suspect cardigan-wearing, uptight librarians would push all my buttons. Then I met Julian. I wanted to hate him. He's my opposite in every way. I'm impulsive, and there's no rule I won't break. Persnickety Julian follows every rule. But when I make demands and he stands his ground, I know he will be mine. To win him over, I'll have to do the impossible, prove that occasionally, I can be reserved and restrained.
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Lancelot

I thought I’d learned not to underestimate the creative ways my older brother could piss me off. I was wrong. He was sending me to a library to collect intel on the theft of an emerald necklace from a museum. It wasn’t even a regular library but a snooty one that housed archives and material only available on request. Remington had dared to tell me I couldn’t bring Tony with me. If this place was as boring and dusty as the one Remy used to drag me to when we were in school, it needed some livening up. Tony could do that nicely.

I pulled into the small parking lot which was, of course, already full. There was just enough room for me to squeeze in on the end of a row, so I made myself a spot. I was already doing this errand against my will; I wasn’t going to drive around looking for a fucking parking space.

The stone building was cold and imposing. Tony jumped from my shoulder to inspect the huge marble columns, and I had to call him back. He gave me a stubborn look, but I enticed him with a piece of dried mango. He took it from me, climbed up my side, and returned to his usual spot on my shoulder.

“They’ll be plenty to see inside,” I assured him, not that I intended to stay long. I didn’t like places that echoed with silence. I liked to see the world moving around me. I also liked to do whatever felt right in the moment rather than working on Remington’s schedule, but with Remy engaged and my younger brother, Corbin, now seeing a mechanic and working with him at his shop, I was going to be stuck with more and more errands like this. Maybe it was time for me to disappear for a while. Things were relatively quiet in our world. Tony and I deserved a vacation.

I opened the tall, heavy door of the library and stepped inside. As I’d expected, the marble floor and stone walls gave the lobby the chilly, stagnant feel of a tomb. What kind of person would want to work in a place like this? It was so quiet the sound of a pen scratching across paper seemed as loud as a motorcycle engine.

I searched the main room for the area I was supposed to approach—The New Orleans City Archive. Remy had texted me with the details I needed. The information was allegedly somewhere in the 1918 editions of a little-known newspaper that had never been digitized.

How had Remy described the librarian I needed to speak with? Persnickety? As soon as my gaze landed on him, I knew Remington was right. This man had a good-sized stick up his ass.

He was within an inch of my six feet, but he had none of my bulk. Lean was an understatement. If my stepmother were here, she’d insist on bringing him a sandwich and a piece of cake. His hair was dirty blonde, longer on top than on the sides and ruffled like he’d been running his hands through it. He was wearing a white button-up, khakis, and a rust-colored cardigan that looked like my granpop might have owned it before this guy found it at a thrift store. The expression on his face as he scanned the room let me know he was searching for any rule breakers and was ready to deny them access to his precious materials. He thought he was important, but he would be no match for me.

Despite the chill coming off him and his librarian clothes, I couldn’t deny he was attractive as hell. I wouldn’t mind rumpling up the rest of him to match his hair or tearing off his clothes and finding out what was underneath. He wouldn’t be cold and self-righteous then. I would make him burn.

Tony leaned toward my ear and talked at me. I nodded. “Right. Let’s work our magic.”

The sound of Tony’s chatter had my target looking our way. His forehead wrinkled in what I guessed was disgust warring with anger.

“No animals are allowed inside the library.”

“Not even guide dogs?” I asked as I moved toward him.

He huffed. “If properly trained, then yes, guide dogs are the single exception. We certainly do not allow monkeys in here.”

From the way he was looking at me with his soft blue eyes, I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me or Tony. Rather than annoying me, his disdain only made me more curious about what would happen if I focused all his zeal toward pleasure rather than following the rules.

I glanced at the name tag pinned to his sweater. “Julian, I understand your concern, but Tony here is very well trained. He’s my emotional support animal, so I’m sure you’re required to let him accompany me.”

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A bratty mobster and the man who wants to take him in hand... Everyone says I need discipline, but no one's willing to give it to me until I meet my match. I can't stand the arrogant man who refuses to cower at the mention of my family's name. But my hate isn't strong enough to keep me from wanting everything his hungry look promises.
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Corbin

Corbin

I pulled my luxury SUV into the parking lot of Beau’s Body Shop. Several men in dirty coveralls looked up when I hopped out. I was making a spectacle of myself in a tan bespoke suit and thousand-dollar shoes, and I enjoyed the fuck out of it. I had money. My family had power, and I got off on letting everyone know. My family didn’t put much stock in my abilities, so I had to get attention where I could.

Remington, my oldest brother and the acting head of the family, had sent me to pick up the SUV he’d wrecked a few nights ago. Beau, the shop owner, had made some alterations to the vehicle when Remington first acquired it, making it faster and tougher, but it still couldn’t withstand my brother running it into a dumpster without taking some damage.

The shop was on a mostly residential street in P-Town, and the office building was an old house. Beau lived in an apartment on the second floor. I crossed the porch to the door marked Customer Entrance and pulled it open, gesturing for a woman with a baby on her hip and a preschooler hanging onto her skirt to come out first.

She gave me a startled smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem, ma’am.” I reached down and picked up a mermaid doll the little girl had dropped. “You don’t want to forget this.”

The woman sighed. “She’s already dropped it about ten times today. She took the doll from me and handed it to her daughter. “Jeanie Sue, you’ve got to do a better job keeping up with your doll.”

“Have a good day,” I called as I stepped into the shop. She gave me a tired smile, and just watching her made my day better. So Remington had sent me on another shit errand. Fine. I’d get it over with, then go have some fun.

I’d never been to Beau’s shop before. All I knew about him was that he was a damn fine mechanic. Remington had cut a deal that had gotten Beau out of prison but required him to assist us with the automotive side of our family business.

There were a few plastic chairs in the small lobby, which was decorated with posters advertising tires, radiators, and other equipment. The white paint on the high wooden counter was peeling in multiple places. The interior was unimpressive, unlike the man who greeted me.

The gorgeous specimen was tall with dark-brown hair and eyes that were blue like a tropical sea. “Beau” was written in cursive on his coveralls. Jesus, Remy could have warned me about him. Hot did not begin to describe this guy. He was an auto-repair porno come to life. His coveralls strained across his shoulders, doing nothing to hide how defined the muscles of his arms were.

I wanted to climb on the counter and unzip him all the way down. Instead, I pulled off my shades and held out my hand. “Corbin Theriot. I’m here to pick up my brother’s car.”

The man raised his brows and looked me up and down. It wasn’t a favorable look. At best, it was dismissive, and at worst, disappointed. “I need a little more information than that. I know a lot of Theriots.”

I was certain he knew who I was. “I’m not here to play games. My brother Remington’s vehicle needed some work. I’m here to pick it up. Have someone bring it around.”

He snorted. “I’m not a valet. I’m a mechanic, a specialized one, and I haven’t finished with your brother’s car yet. I’ll call him when it’s ready.”

“He needs it today.”

“I’ve got a lot of people that need a lot of things today.” He tried to dismiss me by turning back to the paperwork laid out on the counter.

“Maybe you’re forgetting exactly who my brother is.”

He looked up and held my gaze. “I know exactly who your brother is, and he’s not my only customer. I’ve paid my debt to him, and now I put him on the schedule just like anybody else.”

I shook my head. “That’s not how this works.”

“Boy, I’m not sure you’re old enough to know how anything works. If Remington has a problem with my work, he can talk to me himself instead of sending his baby brother.”

Heat rushed to my face, and I clenched my fists. “I’m a member of the Theriot family, and if Remington says you’re to deal with me, then I’m the one you’ll deal with.”

“Really? Do you want to rethink speaking to me like that?” Beau started to move around the counter, and I wanted to kick myself. I’d meant to sound as commanding as Remy always did, but I’d come off sounding more like the spoiled brat he always accused me of being. Once again, my mouth had gotten me in trouble. Beau had to be at least six four and well over two hundred pounds of muscle. I was strong for my size, but my lean five-foot-ten-inch frame wouldn’t stand a chance against him in a fistfight, and there would be hell to pay if I shot him.

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A mobster rescued me, and I rescued him right back. I should never have approached Remington’s car. I knew he was dangerous, but he needed help and I was sure he could pay well for it. When he offers me an astronomical sum to stay with him for two weeks, I can’t say no. Even then, I know when our time is up, I’ll wish we had forever. Remington cares for me like no man ever has, and I can’t help falling for him. But how could a crime boss be my Prince Charming or give me the fairytale happily ever after I’ve always dreamed of?
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Remington

I shouldn’t be in the Landrys’ territory, but I needed info. I could have sent someone much lower down the food chain, but I wanted to do it myself. I couldn’t risk any slipups, and there had been too many of those recently, mostly thanks to the idiots I called brothers. If the Landrys were funding the fucking gunrunners who thought they could ignore my family’s authority in New Orleans, they were going to pay for that move against us, but I’d be damned if I’d let anyone tip them off that I was on to them. So I was in a shitty part of town—the Landrys operated with the rats and lowlifes like the scum they were—driving a black SUV no one would identify unless they peeked under the hood and saw all the modifications I’d paid for.

I wasn’t dressed for stealth, though. I should have been in my Ferrari on a date with a man who’d made it very clear how much he wanted to do my bidding, and I hadn’t changed out of my bespoke suit when an informant had called and said the Landrys had an important meeting that night. It was supposed to be a recognizance mission only. If I had to get out of the car, I wouldn’t be worried about subterfuge; I’d be going for the kill.

But after hours of waiting, I hadn’t seen shit. The rats were deep in their holes. I decided to circle the area once more then head home, assuming the intel had been wrong. As I passed an alley, I finally saw two men talking. I pulled over to get a better look, hoping they would remain distracted with each other.

In the dark, it was impossible to make a positive ID. One of them was huge, probably six foot five, exactly the size of Clark and Charles Landry, who were identical twins and leaders of the Landrys’ business. The man’s beard told me that if it was one of them, it was Charles. Clark preferred a clean-shaven face. Charles handed a case to the other man who was nearly a foot shorter, lean and wiry with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail.

I wanted to know what was in that case. Payment if I had to guess. I reached into my jacket pocket for the burner phone my youngest brother had handed me as I’d headed out the door and snapped some photos. I’d get my computer guy, Blackjack, to analyze the photos to see if he could identify the smaller man. If, as I suspected, he was one of the gunrunners, I now had confirmation they were in bed with the Landrys, and it appeared relations weren’t good. We could exploit that to fuck them both over.

I expected the smaller man to leave quickly, but he remained, talking to Charles. I took the risk of pulling out a scope for a better look. I crawled into the back seat so I was deeper in the shadows, then sighted them. That was Charles all right, and he looked nervous. He shifted from one foot to the other as he talked animatedly with the other man. If only I could hear what they were saying. I moved back into the driver’s seat and put the scope away. I was about to pull away from the curb when the suspected gunrunner pulled a weapon and fired. Charles wavered, then fell to the ground. Dark liquid spread out under him.

The dark-haired man walked casually back to his car. I eased out into the street, not wanting to be seen by anyone who came to investigate the sound of gunfire. As soon as I was away from the scene, I’d get my brother to contact his network of informants and figure out what the fuck was going on. I used my rearview mirror to watch the assailant climb back into his car.

When I glanced back at the road, a cat was right in front of me. I swerved to avoid the animal, but when I tried to swing back onto the road, I remembered too late that the SUV didn’t have the turning radius of my beloved Ferrari.

I slammed into a dumpster and knew immediately the vehicle’s front end was fucked. The man who had shot Landry drove on by, not giving me a second glance. I was thankful he was focused on his own getaway. The last thing I wanted was for him to get an up-close look at my face.

When I tried to place a call for assistance, my phone died on me before it even connected. Fucking Corbin had forgotten to charge it. Now I was stuck in enemy territory with a busted car and no phone. Could the night get any better?

I took a breath and looked around, assessing my surroundings. That was when I first saw the beautiful, red-haired young man. Based on his clothes and the forced smile on his face, I realized he was working the block, which was known as a place where men could pick up a rent boy on the cheap.

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