Forbidden: A Romance Anthology
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Forbidden
A Romance Anthology
Abigail Davies
Yolanda Olson
Michelle Brown
C.L. Matthews
J. M. Walker
C.M. Radcliff
Alexandra Silva
Forbidden: A RomanceAnthology
Copyright © 2020
Abigail Davies, Yolanda Olson,
C.M. Matthews, C.M. Radcliff,
Michelle Brown, J.M. Walker,
Alexandra Silva.
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Contents
Enforce Her
Author Note
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
More Books by Abigail
Lolita
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
About Yolanda Olson
More Books by Yolanda
Loveless
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
About C.L. Matthews
Illicit
Blurb
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
About C.M. Radcliff
Sin Keeper
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About Michelle Brown
All We Know
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About J. M. Walker
Deciever
Blurb
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
Epilogue
About the Author
Enforce Her
Author Note
This novella is a complete standalone, however, if you’ve read the Burned Duet, you would have met Jax briefly!
I hope you enjoy!
Abi xo
Blurb
My entire life was mapped out from the moment I took my first breath. For years I’d been shaped into the perfect enforcer for the motorcycle club.
We ran the state and controlled everything coming in and out. But the judge in town threatened that.
Bribes never failed...not even with him.
He was trying to make an example out of us, but he’d made a mistake. He’d shown one of his cards, a fatal flaw in his plan.
His daughter. Innocent.
Forbidden.
The opposite of my chosen taste.
But that didn’t matter when it came to protecting the men who were my family.
The task was simple: use her to get to him. But I hadn’t expected her touch to ignite a roaring fire inside of me.
I’d lived by a set of rules my entire life, but the most important one was to protect my family. No matter the cost.
Chapter One
HAISLEY
My stomach rolled and my nerves consumed every inch of my body with each step I took down the long hallway. The floors were marble, the walls a perfect white with portraits of my dad and his latest trophy wife, and the air had a biting cold to it. It was meant to be a home—our home—but it felt more like a museum than anything else.
I’d lived in this mansion since before I could remember. The older I got, the more my bedroom was moved farther and farther away from the main hub of the mansion, and now I was in the last room at the end of the hallway of the east wing. I actually preferred it like that. It meant no one would disturb me, at least, not often anyway.
Rules were followed in this house to a T, and not one person disobeyed them, least of all me. I’d once rebelled as a teen, but after taking a belt buckle to my back and receiving thirteen harsh lashings as punishment, I never did it again. I’d learned my lesson the first time, and bore the scars to prove it. Not that anyone had ever seen them—I’d never allowed anyone to get that close.
I halted at the top of the left stairwell and stared down into the grand foyer and the crystal chandelier polished to within an inch of its life. From the outside looking in, this mansion was the epitome of wealth. People were jealous of the mansion and immaculate gardens surrounding it from all sides. If only they knew it was more like a prison than a home—a prison my dad had created. He sent criminals to prison every day of his life as a judge, and I was sure it was why he ran our home the way he did—he brought his work home with him.
“Haisley? Is that you?” a soft voice muttered, a second later, heels clicking on the floor rang out as Sophia—wife number six—drifted out of the main dining room and to the bottom of the stairs. Her long red hair was curled to perfection, and her face was a masterpiece of makeup. It was only 8 am, and she was dressed as if she was about to attend a major e
vent.
“Morning,” I greeted. She was the best wife out of all of them. She didn’t push me, didn’t demand things of me. She just got on with her life with my dad, and left me to my own devices. I couldn’t say the same for the other wives though.
Wife number three had been the worst. She’d been the wife married to my dad when I’d rebelled, and she’d taken great pleasure in my punishment, then tried to deal her own along with it by making me clean the mansion from top to bottom. She should have known she didn’t have a say when it came to this house. That had been the final straw in her and my dad’s marriage though, thank God. He lived by the saying “Do as I say; not as I do.” There was no way he was going to let her gain any control in the house, so she’d been divorced and given a settlement, then three months later wife number four had appeared. She’d been better than the previous, but there was something dark and eerie about her and the way she barely spoke a word.
Sophia smiled up at me and pushed some hair behind her ear. “Your dad will be down any minute. We should head in and take our seats.” Her words seemed normal, but I knew the hidden meaning behind them: Let’s adhere to his demands so we can both go on with our day outside the house until we have to do the same thing again at dinner time.
I nodded in response and made my way down the stairs. My black jeans stretched over my legs as I took each step, and my T-shirt rode up and revealed a slither of my stomach. I yanked at it and cursed my stupid chest for growing yet again. I hadn’t developed until I’d turned fifteen, but even then, it had been slow going. Now I was about to turn nineteen and they were still growing. I needed them to stop asap, because all my favorite T-shirts were starting to not fit.
Sophia smiled once again when I got to the bottom of the stairs, clasped her hands in front of her, then led us into the dining room. I’d been eating meals in there every day of my life, and my spot at the table hadn’t changed in all those years. My dad at the head, his wife—whichever one it was at the time—on his right, and me on his left.
We both took our seats and waited patiently for my dad to come down, but after ten minutes and no other sounds in the house apart from the cook in the kitchen, he still hadn’t appeared. My stomach grumbled as the time ticked by, and my leg bounced up and down underneath the table. I had my first class of the day at 10 am, and I couldn’t be late for it. I’d only started college a month ago, and unlike most of the other students, I didn’t live on campus—I wasn’t allowed to live on campus.
“I’m sure he won’t be much longer,” Sophia said as I kept my gaze on the clock on the far wall. It was now nearing 8:30 am and my nerves were overtaking me for another reason. I couldn’t be late, I hated being late and entering the classroom when everyone was already there. I’d be the center of attention, something I’d trained my entire life not to be.
Finally, quick footsteps neared, and then the white dining room door swung open. Dad appeared, all five foot seven of him. He may not have been the tallest man, but his presence was larger than anyone else’s I’d ever met. He commanded a room when he was in it, and my body’s instinct was to sit up straighter and pay attention to him.
“Good morning, William,” Sophia greeted, already pouring him some fresh orange juice.
“Morning,” he grunted back as he pulled out his seat. “Tell Maria I’m ready for my breakfast.”
Sophia didn’t reply, instead just scuttled off into the kitchen and appeared a minute later with Maria who was holding Dad’s usual breakfast: two slices of bacon, a poached egg, and a slice of toast unbuttered. He’d eaten the same thing for years, just like I had. My plate was placed in front of me after Sophia’s grapefruit, and I stared down at my scrambled eggs and toast, wondering why I also ate the same thing every morning. I hadn’t changed it—I’d never thought to change it—but for some reason, I felt the urge to ask for something different.
“Maria?” Dad’s head whipped around at the sound of my voice, and his dark-blue eyed gaze met mine. I’d spoken at the table, and I shouldn’t have. Shit. What was I thinking? I should have just gone with the flow like I always did and asked Maria for something different for tomorrow once he’d left. “It doesn’t matter,” I whispered, picking up my fork and digging it into my eggs.
“Manners,” Dad barked at me, and the single word was all I needed to know he wasn’t happy with me, not that the look he’d given me hadn’t already confirmed it too.
“Sorry,” I murmured, keeping my gaze connected with my plate of food and nothing else. The air in the room seemed to cool even more than it already was, and I shivered. I should have put my jacket on, but I knew it wouldn’t be acceptable at the dining table.
Silence ensued as we all ate, and as soon as Dad had finished, he pushed his chair back, stood, and walked out of the room without a single word said. Sophia leaned back in her chair and blew out a breath, and I felt exactly the same, but I knew better than to let my emotions come to the forefront. I had to keep them locked up inside, just like I always did.
I scooped up my last forkful of eggs, said, “I’ll see you later,” to Sophia, and exited the room. I ambled over to the cloakroom and grabbed my jacket and school bag, then walked out of the house, just in time to see Dad driving down the pebbled driveway and toward the main road. It would take him all of a minute to drive down there, but would take me ten to walk, and I didn’t have the extra time this morning. So I pulled both straps of my backpack over my shoulders and sprinted. My breaths became heavier as I pumped my legs faster, and by the time I got to the end, I had to slow down to a walk so I could inhale a full breath.
Time was ticking by and I was making a plan for if I was late. I just wouldn’t be able to go into the class; it was that simple. I’d have to miss it. There was no other choice because—
Tires squealed behind me, the smell of burning rubber singed my nostrils, and I spun around, my eyes wide. My heart now pumped a crazy beat in my chest for another reason: danger.
The side door of the van whipped open and three men jumped out, their faces covered with black masks while dark clothes adorned their bodies. I knew what was happening before they’d made the three steps to me, and deep down I knew I should have tried to run. I may not have been able to get away, but at least I would have tried. But something told me to keep my feet planted to the floor. Something told me to let them do whatever they were going to do. Something told me not to fight back.
So as hands grabbed me and a piece of cloth was pushed over my mouth and nose, I couldn’t help but be thankful that I wouldn’t be showing up late for my class. I wouldn’t be showing up at all.
Chapter Two
JAX
“She’s normally left by now,” Prospect said, keeping his eyes on the road to Judge Roopers house. He wasn’t wrong, she normally had exited the house to go to college, but she never left before he did. His car was still sitting in his elaborate driveway according to the surveillance cameras our IT guy, Tech, had hacked. Which meant we hadn’t missed her. We had to bide our time and be patient.
“He’s getting in his car,” I grunted, keeping my gaze fixated on the tablet. The four of us: me, Prospect, Tech, and Speed—had been sitting here for the last three hours, waiting for the right moment to complete our mission. I turned to stare out of the small window on the back of the van and watched his car zoom past us. The black metal gleamed in the early morning sunlight, and the sports engine roared and echoed around the upmarket neighborhood. It was only moments later that I spotted the girl sprinting down the driveway. She was running late, that much was clear, so she’d be even less on guard than she usually was. Not that she was very particular about keeping an eye on what was happening around her. I’d been following her for nearly two weeks, and not once had she taken a look around her environment to see who was about. She either didn’t care, or didn’t think she had to.
“Now,” I ground out to Speed, our driver. He’d gotten his name because he’d been a professional bike racer as a teen and young a
dult. He never drove at the speed limit. He was a speed junkie, so was the perfect person to be our getaway driver.