Wicked Dynasty: The Untouchables | Book Two

by Vincent, Callie

  Wicked Dynasty

  The Untouchables | Book Two

  Callie Vincent

  Copyright © 2020 by Callie Vincent

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  This book is intended for readers 18+

  Contents

  ***Warning!***

  Wicked Dynasty

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

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  About the Author

  ***Warning!***

  This is a dark, naughty, “why choose” reverse harem romance series where our Heroine doesn’t have to choose just one delicious man in her life.

  She gets to have all of them!

  If you prefer traditional M/F only angst, head over to my other book series!

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  3 Book Series, Completed

  Cruel King

  3 Book Series, Completed

  Wicked Dynasty

  We thought we were careful.

  We were wrong.

  Now, our filthy little secret is out there in the world, just waiting for the right moment to be exposed. Not that my mom, the Vice President, plans on letting that happen.

  She’s in major damage control mode, and with Dakota and Declan banished thousands of miles away from me, my mom intends to right my wrongs….whether I want her to, or not.

  To make matters worse, there’s him—Kylan Klous, renowned PR Rep extraordinaire. He’s here to clean up my potential mess, and he’s a total pain in my a*s.

  It would be easier to hate him if I wasn’t so drawn to him.

  And as Kylan digs deeper into my life and discovers my sexual appetites, staying away becomes almost impossible. But I can’t lose Declan or Dakota either.

  I want them. All of them.

  But someone else wants me.

  Someone cruel and vile…and they won’t give up until I’m theirs.

  Wicked Dynasty is the second book in the dark reverse harem romance series, The Untouchables, from author Callie Vincent. This book contains dark themes and is intended for readers 18+.

  1

  Audrey

  I glanced at my mother as her lips pursed in anger.

  I’d never seen her cheeks flushed so red, nor had I ever seen her so still. Granted, she had every right to be mad. I’d come dangerously close to bringing the family name down altogether in my own brash pursuit of happiness and desire. My head was still spinning from the sudden turn of events. There was nothing I could say to fix the situation.

  Her jaw clenched. “I want you to tell me everything again from the beginning.”

  “Dakota, Declan, and I met up one night last week while you were traveling. Someone snuck into the house and took a picture of us. It was David. I just know it–”

  “You don’t know anything,” she snapped. “The last thing I need is you running around making accusations that you can’t back up. Did either of them find David? Did they even try to get to the bottom of this?”

  Her harsh tone made me cringe. “Yes, of course. He showed up a couple days ago covered in mud at Derek’s house, but his phone had been wiped clean. There was no trace of him sending messages or pictures.”

  “Then you really have no idea who is doing this, correct?”

  “Well, no, but David has a history of this kind of thing. He’s the only one who would walk into our house and take that picture without a care in the world.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” she hissed. “You’re the daughter of a presidential candidate, and you’re sleeping with not one, but two of the president’s sons.”

  “I thought you said you supported me in whatever I wanted to do. Did that change just because it’s the president’s sons?”

  “Of course not. It changed when you made a conscious decision to destroy my political career. It changed when you decided to put your own primal desires before a goal that I have been working toward my entire life. It changed when you got careless.”

  I hung my head. “I’m so sorry, mom.”

  “Unfortunately, sorry isn’t going to cut it this time.” She took a deep breath, “I’m going to bring in a public relations specialist. You are to work with them and do everything that they ask. Hopefully, it’s not too late to clean up this mess.”

  I couldn’t find the words to tell her how sorry I was for the trouble I’d caused. Without knowing who had the pictures and what they were capable of, we were sitting ducks until we heard from them again.

  My heart felt like it was shattering into pieces as I watched my mother cradle her head in her hands. It seemed she was overcome with the pressure of everything that was happening. I knew I had to fix the situation somehow. Yet, I had been cut off from Dakota and Declan per my mother’s orders. I hadn’t spoken to either since that night. All I knew was that they were with Derek somewhere on the coast.

  “I’ll do whatever it takes,” I promised her. “I don’t care whose ass I need to kiss or whose ego I need to stroke. I will make sure this stays out of the public eye.”

  “You will do absolutely nothing unless you are told to by the public relations company that’s coming in. Do you understand me? You going off on your own and making your own decisions is what got us into this mess. I’m taking over things from now on.”

  “I’m not a child,” I muttered.

  “No, you are a carefree young adult who now has to face the repercussions of her actions. I don’t even know where to go from here.” She sighed.

  “Okay, mom,” I said. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “I don’t like being the bad guy in this situation. Hell, I don’t like being the bad guy in any situation. You understand that you’ve left me no choice, right?”

  “I know, mom. I thought we were being careful; I really did.”

  “You were getting ready to sleep with a man that admitted to taking pictures of the two of you the last time you slept with him. How is that being careful?”

  I cringed and fell silent. Nothing I could say was going to help the situation. I could see how from the outside looking in, the relationship appeared pretty bad. Even though Dakota had apologized and come clean to me, it was still a blemish on his record to the rest of the world. If I could just talk to one of them, we could sort out what the hell was going on. As it was, though, I’d been cut off from the rest of the world.

  The only interaction I had besides my mother was with the security detail and the house staff. She’d even gone as far as telling Derek I couldn't speak to him for a few days. It didn’t matter that I was just a few weeks away from twenty-one. I still lived under my mother’s roof and protection. Plus, I
knew she was right to scold me. I had royally fucked up.

  “I’m not going to beat a dead horse,” she said as she rose. “I need to make preparations for the next leg of the campaign trail. Klaus Relations will be here tomorrow. We can go from there.”

  “Do you really think we need to bring in a private firm? That can’t look good,” I said.

  She turned and glared at me. “What doesn’t look good is my daughter playing sandwich with two brothers. You got us into this mess. Now it’s time for me to get us out.”

  “Mom,” I said softly. “I know I’ve already said it, but I just want to repeat it. I’m so sorry for all of this. I never should have gotten you involved.”

  She snorted. “Thank God you did get me involved. Otherwise, this whole mess would have blown up in my face in six months. At least now I can get a head start on it. Just do me a favor next time?”

  I nodded my head vigorously. “Anything.”

  Her gaze leveled on me. “Don’t let there be a next time.”

  I watched her go, my heart sinking with each step she took away from me. I had never disappointed my mother before. Or at least not to that extreme. Until we met with the public relations team the following day, I was a sitting duck with nothing to do but think about my actions. Something told me that was my mother’s plan all along. How was I going to repair our relationship when she barely wanted to speak to me?

  After a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity, I slowly pulled myself off the loveseat and retreated to my room. I felt so out of touch with the rest of the world. It was slowly driving me insane. I’d spent my life in the public eye. Barely a week went by without me making some appearance or another. I tugged a magazine off the nightstand and absentmindedly flipped through the pages.

  A sharp but low chirping filled my room after a bit. I jumped, recognizing the sound at once. I quickly scrambled to shut off the notifications on my old desktop computer. My heart was pounding. I’d completely forgotten about the messenger service that Derek and I used for covert messages when we were kids. We’d joked that social media was the great-great-grandchild of the barely functioning program. It required almost no signal to work, one reason we’d loved it. It worked deep in the underground tunnels of the manor.

  D: Marco?

  A: Polo!

  D: I was starting to worry about you. No cell?

  A: No cell. No internet. It’s fourteen all over again.

  D: How bad is it?

  A: Not good, not good at all. I’ve never seen my mother so mad. How did everything go so wrong?

  D: It was David. You know it, I know it, everyone knows that he is the rotten egg. I just wish I’d been able to find something on his cell phone. How long are you gonna be in locked out for?

  A: I have no idea. She is bringing in some public relations specialists tomorrow. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it.

  D: Public relations, huh? Boy, she is really bringing out the big guns on this one. If you give me a name, I can do some digging for you.

  A: It’s Klaus Relations, the company is based in London, but the family is American. Beyond that, I haven’t been able to find out much since our house has gone back to the Stone Age. No Wi-Fi, no cell, I’m lucky I still have cable TV.

  D: Lol, it sounds like you’re really roughing it.

  I chuckled. Even through messenger, I could almost hear Derek's sarcasm. I missed my friend as much as I missed both of his brothers. I’d never thought about how much time I spent with all three of them until I had it all ripped away from me. I sighed as I started to type again, hoping that they were faring better than I was. I hadn’t seen a political briefing, decent gossip column, or had a well-made mimosa in almost a week. I was starting to lose my mind. I’d have given anything to be with the trio wherever they were.

  A: Let me know what you find out about this company my mother is bringing in. Tell Dakota and Declan that I miss them both. Hopefully, all of this dies down soon, and we can move on.

  D: Do you really think that’s going to happen, though? Stuff like this…even if it looks like it’s going to stay buried…well…you know what happens.

  A: Thanks for that vote of confidence. Please don’t tell me you’re passing around that bottle of upbeat positivity to the other two, are you?

  D: Oh, please, you know nothing could bring down Dakota and the rays of sunshine that are constantly shooting out of that man’s ass.

  I giggled and replied to Derek, just as the familiar sound of old wood floors shifting started to grow. With the staff gone for the rest of the day, it meant my mother was on the move and quickly approaching my room. I quickly hit the power button on my monitor and dove for the bed, the magazine still open. I flipped to the next page just as my mother burst through the door. Her eyes narrowed on me suspiciously. I hated that I was deceiving her, but I couldn’t stay isolated forever. Plus, I wasn’t a child anymore.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “I thought I heard you in here laughing. I must be losing my mind,” she muttered.

  “No, you heard me. I was just reading, though; it was a funny joke. I am still allowed to read, right?” I asked.

  She sighed. “Of course, you are allowed to read. There is no reason for you to act like a child about this. I’m not the one who got us into this mess.”

  “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that…well, maybe I did, but that was wrong of me. I know this is my fault. I guess I’m just going stir crazy.”

  “Well, after tomorrow, you’ll have more freedom, but not until we get the green light from the Klaus team. I think you can handle one more day.”

  I nodded in agreement before she turned to go. When she reached the door, she paused and looked back at me, her eyes softer than before. It couldn’t be easy for her to be dealing with all of this. I hated the amount of pain and suffering I’d caused her. Would our relationship ever heal?

  “I was going to make some coffee,” she said. “Would you like to join me?”

  Jumping from the bed, I followed after her. I didn’t need to be locked in my ivory tower to enjoy a good cup of joe with my mother. She was my best friend. The thought of losing that relationship was more than my heart could take.

  2

  Declan

  A pair of women in dangerously low-cut dresses sauntered past us, their pale skin giving me a clue about their background.

  They weren't from the coast, probably rich wives vacationing. The one closest gave me a playful smile as she swayed her hips. I nodded hello but didn't smile back. The only thing the cute girl made me want to do was get back to Audrey. My heart lurched at the thought of her being alone in DC. It was infuriating that we weren't together after everything that had happened.

  “This is bullshit. We should be in DC, not laying around on a beach getting drunk,” Dakota growled.

  I chuckled. “I can think of worse places to get banished to. Just be happy we are not campaigning for a cause in Alaska.”

  “At least we'd be doing something productive and be able to do some more digging on David. Sitting around and getting drunk is useless and a waste of taxpayer dollars.”

  “Oh, come on.” I groaned. “You and I both know dad’s footing the bill for this without the government helping.”

  “We’ve got secret service here, though,” Dakota snapped. “That’s taxpayer dollars, isn’t it?”

  “You mean the same guys we’d have back in the capitol? Nice try. You are grasping at straws. Listen, I don’t like it any more than you do, but there is nothing we can do about it.”

  “We could go back,” Dakota offered. “I think we gave in to what Hazel Adams wanted way too fast.”

  “Jesus, not this again. We had two options, tell the president we wanted a vacation or tell him about our relationship with Audrey. Sorry, but the first one sounded a little more pleasant.”

  “She’s blackmailing us.”

  “Hazel is protecting her daughter and
both of us in the process. You just don’t want to accept that we couldn’t fix this on our own.”

  “We didn’t even try!”

  “We did exactly what Audrey asked us to,” I reminded him. “The situation was going to blow up in our faces if we didn’t do something fast. Hazel said she could make that happen, so we just need to trust her.”

  Dakota said nothing. He simply snorted as he took another swallow of his drink. It had been the same routine every day since our arrival. He would wake up angry that we were there, drink until he stopped caring, then pass out just to do it all again the next day. Dakota had one driving force in his life; work. Being stranded on a beach was hindering that, and my brother wasn’t adjusting well.

  “Listen,” I said. “I know you’re miserable, but there is nothing we can do about it. You know as well as I do that going back there now would just make the problem worse.”

  “Fine, but you have to admit being cut off from Audrey is bullshit. What fucking good does that do?”

  I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t have a good answer for you on that one. That’s the way that Hazel wants to play it, though, and we are in no position to negotiate with her.”

  “Give me a break,” he grumbled. “It’s a power trip for the vice president, that’s all.”

  “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Either way, I’m going to respect her wishes. Until we hear different from Audrey, I’d recommend you do the same.”