by JA Huss
Contents
The Company
DESCRIPTION
Come
Chapter One - James
Chapter Two - Harper
Chapter Three - Harper
Chapter Four - James
Chapter Five - Harper
Chapter Six - James
Chapter Seven - Harper
Chapter Eight - James
Chapter Nine - Harper
Chapter Ten - Harper
Chapter Eleven - Harper
Chapter Twelve - Harper
Chapter Thirteen - Harper
Chapter Fourteen - Harper
Come Back
Chapter Fifteen - James
Chapter Sixteen - James
Chapter Seventeen - Harper
Chapter Eighteen - Harper
Chapter Nineteen - James
Chapter Twenty - Harper
Chapter Twenty-One - James
Chapter Twenty-Two - James
Chapter Twenty-Three - Harper
Chapter Twenty-Four - Harper
Chapter Twenty-Five - James
Chapter Twenty-Six - Harper
Chapter Twenty-Seven - James
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Harper
Chapter Twenty-Nine - James
Chapter Thirty - James
Chapter Thirty-One - Harper
Chapter Thirty-Two - James
Chapter Thirty-Three - Harper
Chapter Thirty-Four - James
Chapter Thirty-Five - James
ChapterThhirty-Six - Harper
Chapter Thirty-Seven - James
Chapter Thirty-Eight - James
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Harper
Chapter Forty - James
Chapter Forty-One - James
Chapter Forty-Two - James
Chapter Forty-Three - Harper
Chapter Forty-Four - James
Chapter Forty-Five - James
ChapterForty-Six - Harper
ChapterForty-Seven - Harper
Chapter Forty-Eight - Harper
Chapter Forty-Nine - James
Chapter Fifty - Harper
Chapter Fifty-One - James
Chapter Fifty-Two - James
Chapter Fifty-Three - Harper
Chapter Fifty-Four - Sasha
Coming For You - Part One
Chapter Fifty-Five - Sasha
Chapter Fifty-Six - Sasha
Chapter Fifty-Seven - James
Chapter Fifty-Eight - James
Chapter Fifty-Nine - Sasha
Chapter Sixty - James
Chapter Sixty-One - Sasha
Chapter Sixty-Two - Sasha
Chapter Sixty-Three - Sasha
Chapter Sixty-Four - Sasha
Chapter Sixty-Five - Sasha
Coming For You - Part Two
Chapter Sixty-Six - Harper
Chapter Sixty-Seven - Harper
Chapter Sixty-Eight - Harper
Chapter Sixty-Nine - Harper
Chapter Seventy - Harper
Chapter Seventy-One - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Two - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Three - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Four - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Five - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Six - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Seven - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Eight - Harper
Chapter Seventy-Nine - Harper
Coming For You - Part Three
Chapter Eighty - Sasha
Chapter Eighty-One - Harper
Chapter Eighty-Two - James
Chapter Eighty-Three - James
Chapter Eighty-Four - Harper
Chapter Eighty-Five - Sasha
Chapter Eighty-Six - Harper
Chapter Eighty-Seven - Sasha
Chapter Eighty-Eight - James
Chapter Eighty-Nine - Harper
Chapter Ninety - Sasha
Chapter Ninety-One - James
Chapter Ninety-Two - Ford
Epilogue - Harper
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Meet Me in the Dark - Merc
DESCRIPTION
Prologue - Sydney
Chapter One - Sydney
Chapter Two - Merc
Chapter Three - Sydney
Chapter Four - Sydney
Chapter Five - Sydney
Chapter Six - Merc
Chapter Seven - Sydney
Chapter Eight - Merc
Chapter Nine - Sydney
Chapter Ten - Merc
Chapter Eleven - Sydney
Chapter Twelve - Merc
Chapter Thirteen - Sydney
Chapter Fourteen - Sydney
Chapter Fifteen - Sydney
Chapter Sixteen - Merc
Chapter Seventeen - Merc
Chapter Eighteen - Sydney
Chapter Nineteen - Merc
Chapter Twenty - Sydney
Chapter Twenty-One - Sydney
Chapter Twenty-Two - Merc
Chapter Twenty-Three - Merc
Chapter Twenty-Four - Merc
Chapter Twenty-Five - Sydney
Chapter Twenty-Six - Sydney
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Merc
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Sydney
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Sydney
Chapter Thirty - Sydney
Chapter Thirty-One - Merc
Chapter Thirty-Two - Sydney
Chapter Thirty-Three - Sydney
Chapter Thirty-Four - Merc
Chapter Thirty-Five - Sydney
Chapter Thirty-Six - Merc
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Sydney
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Merc
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Sydney
Chapter Forty - Sydney
Chapter Forty-One - Merc
Chapter Forty-Two - Sydney
Chapter Forty-Three - Sydney
Chapter Forty-Four - Sydney
Chapter Forty-Five - Merc
Epilogue - Merc
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Wasted Lust - Sasha
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - Sasha
Chapter Two - Sasha
Chapter Three - Jax
Chapter Four - Sasha
Chapter Five - Jax
Chapter Six - Sasha
Chapter Seven - Jax
Chapter Eight - Sasha
Chapter Nine - Jax
Chapter Ten - Sasha
Chapter Eleven - Sasha
Chapter Twelve - Jax
Chapter Thirteen - Sasha
Chapter Fourteen - Sasha
Chapter Fifteen - Jax
Chapter Sixteen - Sasha
Chapter Seventeen - Sasha
Chapter Eighteen - Jax
Chapter Nineteen - Sasha
Chapter Twenty - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-One - Jax
Chapter Twenty-Two - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-Three - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-Four - Jax
Chapter Twenty-Five - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-Six - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Jax
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Sasha
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Sasha
Chapter Thirty - Sasha
Chapter Thirty-One - Jax
Chapter Thirty-Two - Sasha
Chapter Thirty-Three - Jax
Chapter Thirty-Four - Sasha
Chapter Thirty-Five - Jax
Chapter Thirty-Six - Jax
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Sasha
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Sasha
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Jax
Chapter Forty - Jax
Epilogue
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Happily Ever After
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
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Copyright © 2017 by J. A. Huss
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ISBN- 978-1-944475-31-4
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DESCRIPTION
Some people are above the law. Those people are called COMPANY.
Twenty-eight-year-old James Fenici has been an assassin since he was sixteen. He’s amassed debts and favors from countless Company brothers and participated in hundreds of Company jobs. But there are not enough favors in the world to clear his debt and make him worthy of the only girl he’s ever wanted.
Eighteen-year-old Harper Tate is the girl who doesn’t exist. Born and raised on a megayacht in a tropical paradise, she was destined to be a secret until now. Now she must choose between two Company men; The one she loves or the one chosen to give her the world.
Thirteen-year-old Sasha Cherlin is the girl who knows everything and understands nothing at all. Her future is filled with vengeance and death, but her dreams are filled with hope and a promise of love.
A high-stakes global game played with sex, secrets, and a savage thirst for power by the New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss.
Come
Chapter One - James
Even if I wasn’t looking…
Even if I wasn’t watching…
Even if I wasn’t obsessed…
There’s no way in hell I could miss her.
The beach is packed. It’s Saturday afternoon. And even though it’s a hot June, today is Orange County perfect. Seventy-eight degrees at eight PM and just enough wind to make her golden tresses dance around her heart-shaped face. The waves are just big enough to keep the surfers entertained as she eats her fast-food dinner from the steps at Pier Plaza. The sunset, a red mixed with orange that lines the horizon far off in the distance, sets a scene with warm light that falls across her bronze body.
It’s the perfect evening. But this girl is the only thing I see.
I’ve watched her for three months. She comes to the beach twice a day. Once in the early morning, just before Huntington Beach Pier opens. She does some crazy routine that probably does zero for her conditioning, that’s how easy it looks. Not easy for most. Easy for her. This routine—it’s probably something she’s been doing since she was a kid.
She comes out again each evening. More fast food, eats on the Pier Plaza steps. More sea-watching. Even if there aren’t surfers out there to entertain her, the Pacific Ocean is what occupies her mind.
She pays attention to everything. Everyone who walks by. She never talks to anyone. If the skaters on the bike path hanging out in front of the steps get too close, she leaves. If they engage her, she turns her head. They call her names sometimes, but she’s either deaf or very well-trained.
She’s not deaf.
I know she’s not deaf.
I know where she lives.
I know she’s hiding.
I know I’m the last person she wants to see.
I know she sleeps in boy short underwear and a tank top.
I know she has anxiety issues because she keeps a bottle of pills in her bathroom.
I know she never takes those pills. I count them. But every time I check, the bottle has been moved. So I know she thinks about them often enough to want to hold the bottle.
I know she has a phone. But I also know she never uses it. I’ve checked the minutes. It never changes. I know how much money she has, what’s inside her fridge. I know she touches herself at night sometimes. And she moans as she comes, her back arching for a second.
I know she’s sad and she fights it off. I’ve read her journal pages. It’s not really a diary. She writes the pages each night, then goes to bed, wakes, reads them. Then burns them in the kitchen sink before she starts her AM routine.
They always say the same thing. Please hurry. Please come to me. Please find me. Please don’t forget me. Please, please, please, do not leave me here all alone.
I know a lot about her but I don’t know her name. Or who she’s waiting for. I have an idea, but that might be wishful thinking. I don’t know why she’s here. Or why I’m here, for that matter. I’m as unsure about all those things as she is that this absent prince will come save her.
But I’m certain of one thing.
This girl?
She is mine.
I’m the one who came to her. I’m the one who found her. I’ll be the one to keep her.
Chapter Two - Harper
“What’s your name?”
The voice startles me because I had no idea anyone else was at the end of the pier with me. The waves are large this morning and they crash hard enough against the pillars below to envelop me in a mist of seawater. I don’t turn to face him. He has a smooth rumbling voice that tingles my insides and for a moment, I sense I’ve heard it before. I picture the kind of man attached to it. Someone big. Someone young, but not as young as me. I continue to scan the horizon, staring out at the Pacific Ocean, waiting for the sunrise. It’s mere moments away and I hate that he’s interrupting my sunrise.
“Hello? Name?” he asks again.
He’s someone used to getting an answer when he asks a question. He’s someone with authority, but not a cop or a sanctioned soldier. Cops have that it’s-nothing-personal-and-you’re-boring-the-shit-out-of-me-so-just-give-me-answers tone. Soldiers who get paid by legitimate governments would not give a shit about me. So he’s not in the military. I grew up listening to voices of authority, taking note on the ones who inspire, the ones who cower, and the ones you need to fear. This guy’s voice says he never cowers.
He’s one of us. I know this immediately, with only those few words, I know. This is it.
I give none of this away, simply continue with my quest to see the blue line where the sea meets the sky when the first light of day hits it. Why can’t people just leave me alone?
“Woman,” he growls at me as he takes a few steps closer. He’s barefoot, I can tell by the way his feet scrape across the concrete pier as he walks. My heart flutters for a few seconds and I wonder if he’ll hurt me. Would he be allowed to hurt me? I’ve imagined my capture happening a million ways, but not this way.
Am I ready?
A hand rests on my right shoulder, gripping slightly as if to turn me around. This is a trigger for me. I don’t want him to see my face.
I grab his wrist with both hands, bend over, and reach back with my foot and wind my ankle around his. I heave and do a very sloppy toss because he’s far heavier than anyone I’ve practiced this move on. He sorta tumbles off to the
side instead of actually being flung over my shoulder, but that extra moment is all I need.
I climb the railing of Huntington Beach Pier and dive into the mist.
I hit the dark sea with a small splash and then the muted underwater sound of crashing waves fills my head. I continue the arc of my entrance through a powerful swell, and then somersault and circle back, kicking off my shoes as I go. I resurface underneath the pier, get rag-dolled by an incoming wave, and crash headfirst into a concrete pillar.
The pain shoots through my head and my body shuts down to take a moment to deal.
My instincts are slow, my hesitation a mistake I might not live to regret, and then I open my mouth and take a breath before I can stop the reflex. I choke underwater, taking in more liquid, and then shoot upwards to the small glint of light in the approaching dawn.
A hand grabs my ankle and I swallow water this time instead of taking it in my lungs. I kick, but my body is overwhelmed and confused trying to deal with multiple life-threatening situations. I give in and allow myself to be pulled back towards him.
If this guy came off the pier after me, there’s no way he’s letting me go, and there’s no way I’m able to fight him underwater. I’ll drown myself.
His hand leaves my ankle and grabs my upper arm instead, tugging me up to the surface. I break through gasping for air and choking on seawater. Adrenaline races through my blood, a primal reaction to the situation, a true fight-or-flight response. Every muscle tingles as energy is shunted through my body. And as strange as it sounds, my only thought in this moment is how exhausted I’ll be if I live.
Then I snap back to reality. I won’t live if I don’t deal with the hunter.
I scream. His hand cups my mouth, hard, tight, like I just pushed him over the edge.
“Quiet,” he commands into my ear as he flips me over on my back, his other hand reaching under my flailing arm, grasping my chest. “Relax, woman.”
Woman? I’m just a girl. Can’t he see that? Can’t he see I’m just a girl?
He swims towards the shore, dragging me along with him. Every few seconds the Pacific swells, saltwater pours into my mouth and nose. I swallow, choke, and then the man lifts me up out of the choppy sea so I can gulp some air before it all starts again. After several minutes of struggle his feet find purchase in the shifting sand and he stands, lifting me up and cradling me in his arms.
This is my only chance, so I kick my legs up, flip and twist out of his grip, and make us both fall backwards into the crashing waves once more.
