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CHAPTER 1
“You should never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Because the only thing the wolf will ever want to do is break you.”
—Rachel E. Carter
Maddox
Forbidden.
There were about a dozen reasons that word continued to drift through my thoughts and had since I’d stepped foot in this goddamned city.
New York.
The fucking danger capital of the world. At least in my mind. The only damn good thing about the crowded city was the food, which I’d had my share of. However, I couldn’t wait to get out of the place, the people making my skin crawl.
Tonight was no exception.
I was on edge, scanning the ugly bar, itching to use my weapon on someone. Maybe because my testosterone had surged, my balls aching. Still, I could smell danger all around me, my extensive training providing a sixth sense for such things. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put my finger on why.
Confronting danger was always a priority in a world where men pretended to be kings.
The statement had been something I’d remembered from years before, long before I’d become the Wiseguy for one of the most notorious and powerful crime syndicates east of the Mississippi. I was the enforcer, a man both feared and respected by men within our organization as well as within the ranks of our enemies.
Threats were a way of life, no matter how legitimate certain aspects of our operation had become. And they were never to be taken lightly. That’s why I’d been tasked with coming to New York. To keep the peace.
To keep anyone from destroying our operation in any manner.
To annihilate anyone who tried.
Given I had no regrets for anything I’d done in my career, killing some asshole who dared try to hurt such a precious commodity would be easy. And enjoyable.
A smirk crossed my face as I swirled the drink in front of me.
I relished being called the Boogeyman, taking my job seriously. I also valued the friendship I shared with the Kingpin of the Thibodeaux family, the man I considered my brother. There wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for Arman, including taking a bullet for him. I’d done that on more than one occasion. I’d alsohunted for him, scouring cities to locate assholes who dared get in our way or betray us.
Those were easy deeds to handle, bloodshed certainly not something I shied away from. I was a lethal man after all, my methods of eliminating problems making me legendary.
As if that mattered.
However, the request he’d asked me to handle personally was… difficult as fuck. And why? Because it involved a beautiful woman, one I couldn’t have, the single woman considered forbidden. But dear God, my thoughts weren’t just impure, they were downright sadistic. Tying her to my bed would just be the beginning of defiling her. I certainly understood the ramifications of what I was thinking, let alone if I acted on the fact my cock suddenly had a mind of its own.
Get a grip, dickhead.
She was fucking off limits, the epitome of forbidden.
Arman would likely cut my dick off with a dull knife, shoving it down my throat until I choked. I was here to keep watch over his most precious possession of all.
I tossed back the cheap liquor, the biting taste sliding down my throat doing little more than reminding me that death was a great equalizer. I almost laughed at the thought, yet as the piano player returned from a short break, my entire body stiffened. The truth hit me hard between the eyes. Death meant nothing. What did?
Uncontrollable lust.
That’s what I was experiencing, something I’d worked very hard to ignore. I’d succeeded, refusing to think about my desires foreven a single second. Granted, I’d filled the majority of my days with work or going to the gym in order to keep my mind on everything else but the reason for my potential demise. Now that was impossible since she was only thirty feet away. Thank God for the darkness of the club or my needs would become impossible to ignore. I’d had over forty years of being able to shield my thoughts and my desires from those lurking in the shadows, determined to bring down the Thibodeaux family.
Tonight, it seemed as if the armor I’d positioned around myself mentally was tarnished.
All because I wanted to fuck her, claim her as my own.
Arman’s only daughter.
