Locke Brothers Series

by Ashley, Victoria

  “I was about to break a door down…” He points his hammer at me. “So you’re lucky.”

  “Really?” Wynter stands and gives Ace a stern look. “Give me the hammer.”

  Ace exhales and hands his hammer over to Wynter. “Really? It’s like that?”

  She nods. “Yup! I think I’ll be holding onto this until we’re done.”

  Ace looks to me. “You see this shit?”

  I laugh and walk over to my brother to slap his shoulder. “I do, brother. Fuck, I love that woman.”

  I feel Wynter’s soft arms wrap around my neck from behind, before she walks around to stand in front of me. “I’m so excited for our first night here. I love it. I really do. And it’s close to your family home. I love that even more.”

  I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “I love it because you’re in it with me.” I reach out to grab her waist, not realizing that I’m digging my fingers in until she bites me. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m trying my hardest not to take you right here in front of everyone.”

  “You’ve had me every night for six weeks. I think you can handle a night without making me scream for you.” She grins against my ear. “Besides, it’s our very first bonfire at our new home. It might be a late night.”

  “Fuck me. Do we have to?” I growl and pull her bottom lip into my mouth, trying to persuade her. “We can always do it tomorrow night and just kick everyone out right now. They won’t mind.”

  “We’re not going anywhere, nut sack.” Aston drops a box in the middle of the floor. “This is the last one. Now let’s get this fire started. I need a fucking beer.”

  I watch my brother as he walks over to Kadence and scoops her up, throwing her over his shoulder before he heads out the back door.

  Then I look over to see Ace lift a brow in Melissa’s direction, but she places her hand on his chest and pushes him back.

  “I don’t think so, big guy. I can walk my damn self.”

  My brother throws his arms up and cusses to himself as he watches her walk past him and out the door. “See how much she wants me, brother?”

  “You’re a fucking idiot.” I laugh as he walks outside after her, most likely to bug her some more and get under her skin. He’s been doing that every chance he gets now.

  It’s as if the fucker is desperate to make her want him.

  She’s sassy as fuck with him, so I somehow see them working out if she ever gives up and lets his ass in.

  My heart does this little jump when I feel Wynter’s hand wrap around mine as she kisses my arm. “Let’s make this house a home, baby.” She tugs on my arm. “Come on.”

  When we walk outside, the fire is already started and Aston and Ace are pulling chairs up around the flames.

  I have to admit that it feels good having my family all here in the place that Wynter and I will be calling a home.

  It all just fucking feels so complete now.

  It’s late into the night now, but no one seems to want to leave, so I just sit back in my chair, with Wynter in my arms.

  Killian showed up an hour ago and he’s been telling stories about some fucked-up shit he’s done over the years.

  It’s keeping everyone entertained, other than Ace, who seems to be focused on getting all up in Melissa’s space.

  She tries to hide it, but I see a small hint of a smile when Ace presses his lips to her ear to most likely whisper something inappropriate.

  “Think they’ll end up together?” Wynter turns to face me, cupping my face in her hands.

  “Maybe,” I whisper. “Doesn’t really matter to me.”

  “Oh yeah?” She smiles and leans in so that our lips are brushing. “Tell me what does?”

  “You,” I whisper against her lips. “Always you. Because I fucking love you more than life.”

  Her gaze locks on mine and just stays there for long moments before she speaks. “I love you, too. More and more with each day that passes.” I move up so that our lips are touching. “You’re mine and I’m never letting you go, Sterling Locke.”

  I let out a little moan before sucking her lip into my mouth. “Always. I fucking belong to you, Wynter Lowe. And one day I’ll give you my name. That’s a promise.”

  * * *

  Wynter

  Hearing Sterling say he’s going to give me his name someday has an emotion I’ve never felt before taking over me and swallowing me whole.

  I’m pretty sure that if it weren’t for the chattering of the voices around us that Sterling would be able to hear my heart pounding in my chest.

  I’ve managed to only fall more and more in love with Sterling Locke with each passing day. Just the thought of not being with him feels like my heart’s being ripped from my damn chest.

  He’s changed my life. He’s given me a happiness I never knew existed until the day I showed up at his house with my face beat to shit.

  There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this man and I know there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me.

  He’s even managed to take care of my father the times he’s called me, even though I told him he didn’t have to. It’s been over a month now that I’ve heard from my father and when I did talk to him, he only asked me how I was doing and said he just wanted to check in with me.

  No more being controlled by anyone and being with Sterling, I know the only place he’ll control me is in the bedroom, which I prefer anyway when it comes to him.

  “I’d want that too,” I say. “To have your name someday.”

  “Good. That’s what I was hoping to hear.” He kisses my forehead and then pulls me back against his chest so we’re both facing the fire.

  Everything about this moment feels perfect. Sitting out here with family, just enjoying each other’s company with the man I love. No worries. Just happiness.

  The End

  Twisted Locke

  Locke Brothers, 3

  Copyright © 2018 Victoria Ashley & Jenika Snow

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  Cover model: Andrew Biernat

  Photographer: Wander Aguiar

  Cover Designer: Dana Leah, Designs by Dana

  Editor: Kasi Alexander

  Ace Locke

  Damaged.

  Savage.

  Twisted.

  Those three words describe us Locke brothers to the motherfucking T.

  We were wronged by the ones who were supposed to protect us. The ones who were supposed to love us … to show us how to love.

  It doesn’t matter though. ‘Cause we taught ourselves how to love in the best way we know how. When it comes to giving our heart away, we do it with everything in us. We may be dangerous sons of bitches, but we love hard as shit.

  Melissa doesn’t quite get that yet. But she will.

  She got dragged into our fucked-up world, afraid and unsure of us.

  Well, I’m about to change that.

  I’m going to twist her up and shake the fucking innocence in her.

  And by the time I’m through with her, she’s going to be my beautiful, twisted angel.

  She’ll be mine and I’ll be hers.

  I’ll make damned sure of that.

  Melissa Anderson

  I was pulled into the Locke life when my roommate got involved with one of the dangerous brothers.

  I should have l
eft, should have minded my own business, but the attraction I feel for Ace is stronger than I can ignore.

  I can feel the way he watches me. The ownership I feel from him, the possessiveness and obsession, lets me know he wants me too.

  But common sense tells me I don’t want this in my life, don’t want to let a Locke brother mark me as his.

  But that reality isn’t what my heart wants, isn’t what my body craves. Truth is I want to have Ace claim me, want his hands on me, his dominance showing me that all I want is to submit.

  We may not lead the same lives, and he may have darkness in him, the likes of which I’ve never seen before, but for once in my life I want to skirt with that danger.

  I want to forget everything else and just let Ace own every single part of me.

  And I have a feeling he won’t stop until he does.

  WARNING: Twisted Locke is a short co-written, kind of twisted love story from NYT Bestselling Author Victoria Ashley and USA Today Bestselling Author Jenika Snow. If you like it hot and a little rough... this is the book for you. 18+

  1

  Ace

  I place the joint between my lips and look down to see red covering my knuckles. It gets my adrenaline pumping once again, making me very aware of what happened less than five minutes ago.

  My hands are busted up, covered in blood, but I don’t feel shit.

  Nada.

  No pain and definitely no motherfucking remorse for almost taking a man’s last breath.

  This motherfucker should’ve known better than to cross an angry, homicidal Locke.

  It’s obvious he was very unaware of who was sitting across the bar from him when he decided to punch his woman in the face and then proceed to grab her by the hair and drag her across the bar as if she was a fucking ragdoll.

  The fact that he felt the need, had the fucking balls to do that in a roomful of people, told me he did even worse things to her when no one was around.

  He barely made it out the door before I was on his ass, pulling him from her and showing him what it’s like to be the fucking ragdoll.

  I wanted to make sure he knew what it felt like to be the helpless one and I have no doubt he’s still feeling it this very moment.

  It feels so fucking good to know that some son of a bitch is suffering right this very second, because they chose to make someone weaker than them suffer first.

  I’ll never get over that feeling… the high it brings me to crush a motherfucker even harder than they crushed someone’s world.

  To leave that permanent scar they deserve.

  I’m barely halfway through smoking my joint before I pass it to the woman beside me with the busted-up, swollen face.

  “Here. Finish that while I take care of this prick.” I slap the trunk and a twisted ass grin crosses my face when I hear a few desperate pounds come from the inside.

  He should’ve thought about his actions. If he had he wouldn’t be shoved in some stranger’s trunk like a little bitch right now.

  Good thing I decided to take the old Dynasty out of the garage tonight.

  “Are you going to kill him?” she says, the pain on her face clear as she places the joint between her busted-up lips. She takes a long hit, holding the smoke in.

  “Probably not. It depends on him.”

  My response has the noise coming from the trunk getting louder and more desperate.

  “Shut up in there you, fucking asshole!” Her whole body is shaking in anger as she slaps the trunk repeatedly. “Fuck you! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much! You’re done hurting me. Done! Do you hear me?”

  Next thing I know she falls to her knees and bursts into tears.

  There’s nothing I hate more than seeing a woman hurting and her tears are just enough to set me off again.

  “Fucking piece of shit!” I growl out, reaching into the backseat for my hammer.

  Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I’m popping the trunk and dragging the sorry motherfucker out by his neck.

  “Get up on your hands and knees.” I give him a shove in her direction. I help the woman up so she’s not kneeling any longer. “In front of her, bastard!” I yell, losing my damn patience. “Now!”

  “I’m sorry.” He looks up at me, snot covering his pathetic, beat-up face as he does what he’s told. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never lay a finger on Amanda again. I swear. I fucking swear.”

  Stepping up behind him, I grab his hair and force him to look straight across so he can get a good view of the damage he did to her. “Look what the fuck you did!” I bend down beside him to make sure he’s actually looking. “Do you see the fucking damage you caused?” I slap the back of his head before grabbing his hair again and tilting his head up. “Do you?”

  “Yes,” he whines. “Yes. I see it.”

  His woman is backing up and crying so hard now that her whole body is convulsing as she attempts to catch her breath.

  “You were damn right when you said you’d never lay a finger on her again. You wanna know why, Frankie?”

  He shakes his head back and forth. “No. No. Please!”

  “Too motherfucking bad. Place your hands flat on the ground.”

  Now he’s the one shaking.

  Good. He should be.

  “Now!” I scream and kick him over when he doesn’t listen. “Be a man and get this over with, Frankie. Do this for her!” I point my hammer at Amanda, who still looks scared shitless at him being near her.

  From the old bruises on her face and arms, it looks as though he’s been hurting her for a while now. This shit ends here and now.

  “It’s either going to be your hands or…” I place my hammer to the back of his skull, which has him immediately splaying his hands out on the ground in front of him.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he cries to himself, while squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

  “Well, I’m not.”

  Gripping my hammer, I take one hard swing at his right hand, hearing the bones crack as he screams out in pain.

  I barely give him a moment to really feel the pain before I take a swing at his left hand, causing him to scream out again before he falls over and begins crying.

  Keeping my eyes on him, I reach for a smoke and place it between my lips before bending down beside him. “Just be lucky you’re not fucking dead. You’ll heal.”

  He doesn’t say anything and from the excruciating pain he’s clearly in, I don’t expect him to be able to.

  I take a few seconds to enjoy my handiwork before I pat his back and walk over to check on Amanda.

  She almost looks relieved as she watches him suffer on the ground, as I’m sure she’s done plenty of times since she’s met this piece of shit.

  “I should take him to the emergency room.” Her voice is void of any emotion. “He may be hurting for a while.”

  I honestly don’t give a fuck if he writhes in pain on the ground, but Amanda seems worried, and I feel for her. If this will make her feel better, getting this piece of shit to a doctor, then so be it.

  “Yeah,” I say between drags. “Pull your car up and I’ll shove him into the backseat.”

  She backs up, keeping her eyes on Frankie the whole time. “Yeah… okay. I’ll be right back.”

  A black ’95 Corvette pulls up a few moments later and I can’t help but to laugh to myself. He’s going to be real comfortable shoved into the backseat of that thing.

  Not my problem and not my damn concern.

  “Come on, asshole.” I flick my cigarette across the mostly empty parking lot and reach underneath Frankie’s arms to lift him to his feet.

  Amanda already has the car door open and the seat pushed forward, so I give him a shove toward the car and stuff him into the backseat.

  It may seem a little fucking twisted, but I get pleasure from hearing him whine and cry like a little bitch.

  I guess that’s why I’m the twisted one.

  Hurting others brings me pleasure an
d I’m the first one to admit that I enjoy doing what we do.

  It’s because of me that my brothers are the way they are. All it took was years of abuse from our sorry ass excuse for parents and seeing the secret lifestyle that our uncle Killian lived.

  I did this. I brought my brothers into this lifestyle and twisted is what I do best.

  2

  Melissa

  A text comes through from Kadence asking me to bring her the leftover scones and muffins when the coffee shop closes for the night.

  If we don’t take them home, then they just end up getting thrown away, so I send her a quick text to let her know that I’ll bring the leftovers home with me.

  I’m just about to shove my phone back into my pocket when it vibrates in my hand with another message from my sometimes roommate.

  Kadence: Bring them to Aston’s. I’m already over there.

  Kadence: Pleeeeease…

  I huff and put my phone away without bothering to respond to her message. She’s knows I’m still not very comfortable with going to the Locke house, yet it seems she always finds a reason for me to show up there.

  What she doesn’t know, though, is that I’m attracted to the oldest Locke. The most twisted one of them all, the more I see him, the more I’m drawn to him physically.

  I’ve been doing everything in my power to make sure I don’t fall for a Locke when I’ve spent the last four years fearing them.

  When Kadence fell for the youngest Locke I was against it and wanted nothing more than to keep her away from Aston.

  I’ll admit I’ve softened up toward them over time, but I still don’t quite understand their violence and that part scares me.