by T. L Smith
I had him as a client.
He kept on requesting me, and eventually I had to put a stop to it. He became weird and made me uncomfortable, so I put a restraining order on him when he started demanding I leave with him and be his.
I didn’t want to do that, so I did what I had to.
“I need to leave,” I say, the words barely leaving me as I try to step back.
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon,” Malik responds clicking his tongue.
“You shouldn’t be near me,” I tell him.
“You are in my son’s house. It was you who came here.”
I go to move, but Lucas holds me still.
“You are still so beautiful. Tell me, have you missed me?”
“No,” I hiss at him. “I never even liked you, but somehow you never really understood that.”
“But you like my son. Is it the age difference?” he asks.
“No, it’s your personality. It is fucked.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “That’s funny, considering I just walked in on you fucking my son for free. And he is just like me.”
“No, he isn’t.”
Lucas lifts a hand and strokes my face from behind me. “But I am. Where do you think I learned everything?”
A cold, calculated shiver runs down my spine.
“I need to go.”
“Sailor isn’t expecting you today, Chanel. I’ve already messaged her.” I try to check my cell, but Malik snatches it from my hand and tosses it aside.
Lucas lets me go and steps around me until he’s standing next to Malik.
When I look at them standing side by side, I see it. The way they look like father and son. Malik isn’t a bad-looking man, but he is fucked-up. I guess just like Lucas. So why was I attracted to him, then?
“Was this the plan from the beginning?” I ask Lucas.
He steps forward so he is closer to me. “You didn’t really think I hired your brother because I needed help, did you? I have enough help, you should know that. I hired him because of what I’d learned about you prior, and that was that you protect him. So much so, that I knew you would burst in when I was there. Granted, it took you a few days, but you eventually came. And when you did, my cock was fucking hard. You were just so perfect, so beautiful, that I had to have a taste before I gave you to him.”
I glance at his father. “You made your son come after me?”
“I always get what’s mine, and you are mine.”
I look back to Lucas who’s grinding his teeth.
He doesn’t like hearing that.
Why, though, when he was so willing to give me up just seconds ago?
“I’m no one’s, especially not yours, old man.”
Malik steps forward, and his hand lifts and then slaps me hard across my cheek, snapping my head to the left. “Watch your words, whore.”
“Oh, you don’t like to be called… old man. You don’t like the fact you’re aging and have to pay to fuck women?”
“I pay to fuck women so I can do what I want.” He smiles. “It’s why we would be perfect together. You’re a whore, and you liked it when I fucked you.”
“Wrong. I never came…not once. It was all fake.” I smile through the sting in my cheek, and the ache in my chest. “The only person who has ever made me come is your son.”
Malik slaps me again, then he punches me in my stomach so hard, I fall over. I manage to catch my breath and see both of them looking down at me.
“I would advise you to shut up.”
“Not going as you had planned, Daddy? That you aren’t all you thought you are and that your sperm…” I pause and nod to Lucas, who has a face on him that looks like he would take death gladly, “… fucks me better then you?”
“I know what you’re doing.” Malik drops down until he is face-to-face with me. “I know you killed your mother, that you left their bodies in your apartment to rot until you reached the right age. Brody will be fine. Lucas will take him on. You, though…you are all mine.” Malik reaches for me, but I kick him in the shin, which makes his hand on my arm drop.
“Stop it.” We both turn to look at Lucas as his eyes fall to me. “You were never mine. I just borrowed you,” he states, his tone cold like when I first met him, then he looks to his father. “Take her and hurry the fuck up about it. I have work to do.” He walks off, leaving me in his living room with his arrogant asshole of a father.
“Looks like not even my son wants you. Don’t you see? We are perfect together.”
“You’re a sick fuck. You had a wife, a child, a life. And what did you have after? Whores, as you like to say. Because you fuck like a ninety-year-old man and look like one too. I’d rather fuck your son again, at least he knows how to make a woman come,” I scream at him. How could Lucas betray me like this. That’s right, he is Lucas. I should have expected it really.
I know what I did.
I practically asked for it.
But did you really think I was going to go down without a fight? No fucking way.
I don’t have my knife on me, and I’m so fucking mad I don’t. But when his hand comes down fast and hard to my face my last thought is…
… payback will be a bitch.
And after this man is done, I’m going after Lucas.
Because I will survive.
My parents doubted me and look where that got them.
It’s wrong for others to doubt me as well.
I will do whatever is necessary to save Brody and myself.
No matter the cost.
No matter the life.
The last thing I hear is Lucas’ footsteps, and I wonder…
Was it all a game to him?
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In the new world, where the old world is long forgotten, an evil queen sits on the throne, and anyone who challenges her reign is a mortal enemy—I am that enemy just by breathing.
The queen always gets what she wants, and she wants me dead.
Then one day, my life is turned upside down by a prophecy naming me the one true queen. I was oblivious to the true roles of the two men in my life—the Angel of Light and the Angel of Death—as my existence hung in the balance. One man there to save me, the other to claim me should the queen succeed in her quest for my blood.
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USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith loves to write her characters with flaws so beautiful and dark you can't turn away. Her books have been translated into several languages. If you don't catch up with her in her home state of Queensland, Australia you can usually find her travelling the world, either sitting on a beach in Bali or exploring Alcatraz in San Francisco or walkin
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