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CHAPTER 1
Adonis
I shouldn’t have followed her. Zak is shaking his head at me outside the building right now, calling me all kinds of a fucking fool. But he doesn’t understand my obsession. The need prickling at my spine. He didn’t see her heart-shaped face, her plump lips, those creamy thick thighs topped off by a pretty white dress. He didn’t crave molding his hands to her flared, perfect childbearing hips.
So here I am, standing in line in the bank, two customers behind her just so I can catch a whiff of her scent. I need to know her name so I can find her later. Bring her home and lose my dick in her slick cunt for hours…no…days…maybe even weeks on end.
It’s mid-morning, so the bank isn’t as busy as it could be, meaning there’s only one teller, a security guard at the front desk, a few employees in the back, and a receptionist.
Taking my eyes off the girl long enough to case the place, I see four other customers—the two in front of me, one at the ATMs, and one male talking to the receptionist. But none of them hold my attention like her.
She is the perfect specimen of female innocence. And she is innocent. I recognize it in her wide-eyed, golden honey stare, the high almond-colored ponytail laced with girlish butterfly clips that she likely hopes will give herself a little flare, and her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink fingernails that match her toes wedged into a pair of tan Birkenstocks.
She is the precise package I never knew I was looking for. And I fucking blame Nick Gambino and his pretty little Rue. The girl stirs something in me that I didn’t realize I was missing or wanted.
I fuck as often as I want to, but it’s always one time with a woman; there’s never a second, and it’s all become mundane and boring. Just like everything else in my life. Sure, Nick’s little mission to claim Rue wound up with me gaining more territory outside Anaheim, San Bernadino, and Riverside. But Irvine was a problematic acquisition that didn’t take as long to complete as I thought.
In no time, Zak and my crew ousted Ricci’s men, left a warning in no uncertain terms that tainted opioids were no longer an option on our streets, and now, I’m back to feeding bored soccer moms the Oxy they crave. Their husbands still get their whores, but I collect double the income because my girls aren’t strung out and forced into the life; they’re there of their own volition, having chosen the path they’re on. I only supply the safety so many are missing.
And no, I don’t have any challenges.
But this girl…
Brushing a hand across my stubbled jaw, I wonder if she’s got some fire in her. Will she talk back, or will she come willingly? I’m all for taking what I want, and when it comes to her, I’ll carry her out of here over my shoulder if I have to. No one would dare stop me.
Once she’s finished with the teller, collecting a small sum of cash that she tucks into the tiny wallet in her hands, I wait to get a glimpse of her eyes. As she turns, I start backing up out of line so I can make my move. Briefly, our eyes meet, and when she notices me watching her, a smile quirks up one side of her lips before her gaze shifts, and stark fear slips across her delicate features.
I don’t get a chance to turn before hearing, “Everybody on the floor. Now!” followed by a quick burst of gunfire.
Motherfuckers.
Just had to go and ruin my fucking day.
I don’t move. I already know Zak will have clocked these assholes, or he will in a minute, and then nothing will stop my crew from getting down here and creating more chaos if they arrive before the cops.
What impedes me from whipping out my own Glock is the girl trembling two feet away. She’s pale as death and terrified as hell.
“I said”—I’m jabbed in the back by the muzzle of a gun—“get on the fucking ground.” Raising my hands, I keep my eyes on the girl as I slowly lower to my knees. If these fuckers are from around here, they should recognize my face and have one of two reactions.
They’ll run in fear.
Or they’ll become reckless and think they can one-up me.
It remains to be seen how fucking stupid they are right now.
“You too, sweetheart.” Another guy grips the back of her neck viciously, and she gasps as she drops. “Although, maybe you should spread your thighs, too.” She whimpers in fright, and a fierce growl rips from my chest.
Three sets of eyes whip towards me: the girl, the dead asshole holding her neck, and the third robber. A quick glance around indicates it’s just the three of them.
“Oh fuck,” says the third guy.
“What?” snaps the first guy, the one who pushed a muzzle into my back, as he comes around and stops. “Fuck.”
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” asks the dead asshole, still holding my girl.
“That’s Adonis Lorde,” number three mutters, a healthy dose of fear in his tone as his eyes venture a look outside. The ski masks covering their faces likely make them sweat even more as they wonder what to do.
“Who the fuck is that?” dead man blurts.
