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Deadly Affair
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Deadly Encounter
A Deadly Sneak Peek
OF DEADLY ENCOUNTER
Want to know what happens when a spoiled princess and a joker with a dark side meet? Turn the page for a sneak peek at the last story in the Deadly Love series!
DEADLY ENCOUNTER
Deadly Love Book Three
Prologue
HALE
I hate parties.
Okay, I love parties, but not ones like this with the city’s richest people filling the ballroom.
I can’t hide my grimace, so I turn away, fading into the shadows where I watch, listen, and gain intel, trying to find him.
General.
Gray is desperate to find him, and like the upstanding guy I am, I agreed to help. As luck would have it, a whisper on the streets led me here, smack dab in the middle of New York City’s elite.
Despite the fact that I’m rocking my usual Armani and a matching half mask like every other rich fuck here, I couldn’t feel more out of place.
I’d rather be at home, before my computers, to track my prey down, but sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, and since Gray—and this hurts like a mother to admit—is one of my only friends, here I am, sucking up to the rich and watching women flirt, drink, and talk incessantly about nothing important. It is starting to grate on my nerves, but I am nothing if not a patient man.
I wait and wait for any signs or whispers ofhim—the prick who gets his kicks by inflicting pain on little kids.
To say that it’s a boring, mundane evening is putting it lightly. It’s fucking boring as hell. These rich fucks would have no idea what a real party is even if it bit them in the ass, but that’s neither here nor there. I have a part to play, and in this suit, I fucking play it to perfection.
My mind is still on the task at hand, tracking my prey and mingling with the cream of the crop, when I see her.
She strolls into the ballroom, bringing with her heart-stopping beauty and a breath of fresh air that I immediately suck into my lungs. Her chin is tilted high in quiet defiance, and her baby-blue eyes are hard as she glares at those around her as if she hates being here as well.
I can’t stop staring.
I should look away and get back to work, but every part of my being is consumed by the beautiful princess walking through the ballroom like she owns it. She continues on her stroll, completely oblivious to the wanting looks that follow her around. I don’t blame them, because right now, I’m just as mesmerized as they are.
Greed, need, and possessiveness flare through me for this erotic stranger.
My eyes drop down her body, and I’m unable to suppress a groan. She’s wearing a black silk dress that trails behind her, flashing long, toned, tan legs. Perfect. Red heels flash under the clinging black silk sheath, making her taller, but she easily has to be six feet tall, and for a tall bastard like me, it sends a shot of lust through my system, hardening my cock in my slacks.
The dress itself glitters under the light, clinging onto a tucked-in waist and draping over her impressive chest, which is pushed up and almost tumbling from her dress. I have the insane urge to bite there and leave my mark for all to see.
She turns like she senses my gaze, a waterfall of black, silky hair tumbling over her shoulder as I move closer to get a good look at her face.
Everything else is suddenly forgotten.
The fucking world disappears from my view, until all that exists is her.
Those baby-blue eyes are lined to make them darker, guarded by long lashes shuttering her true feelings from everyone. Her cheekbones are high and glitter with makeup, and her plump lips are painted red, giving me a glimpse of what she would look like if she bled for me.
