Book 1 Saints and Sinners She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching. This time I won’t let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Book 2 Judge and Jury I can’t stop watching her. I’m not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in. She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that’s what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don’t want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.
View MoreTaylorI kept it together until I stumbled down the steps of the courthouse. I don’t know what new evidence was given to the judge that made him halt proceedings and I didn’t care much. I had heard enough though. Horrible, despicable things that turned my stomach. But I couldn’t link what I was hearing with the man who sat just across the room from me or the man I had spent the night with. It wasn’t even that he hadn't been demanding and bossy that night because he had but he hadn't made me feel uncomfortable. Surely if he had been some dangerous killer then I would have felt uneasy at least? I prided myself on my instincts. Had I been totally wrong about him? Had I been intimate with a killer or worse had he singled me out because he knew somehow, I would end up sitting on the jury for his case?Hell, had I been in danger? Was I still? The thought made me feel sick. No, I forced myself to suck in a great lungful of calming air, I fell into a sitting position on the curb, my head in
JudgeThe moment she sat in her designated seat, I knew she recognised me. she tried to hide it but it was there in the slightly widening of her eyes. They darted over my face, over my suit and then back to my face. Taylor Lawson looked shell shocked. Like she couldn’t believe her eyes. I couldn’t blame her for that. In her position I would have been shocked as well. But what did surprise me was her composure. She recognised me, she was shocked by it but none of that really showed on her face, apart from the slight widening of her eyes and the plump bottom lip disappearing between her teeth so she could chew nervously at it. All in all, it was a very predictable reaction to any young woman who came face to face with a man like me.Taylors eyes skirted away, almost like she had realised that she was staring at me and the chewing on her lip became painful to watch. Not taking my eyes off of her, I pressed my own fingers to my lips. If she didn’t stop doing that to her lip, which was in
TaylorWork was my happy place. Sad but true. I liked making people happy. watching brides find their perfect dress and seeing their faces light up was one of my favourite things. It stoked the romantic in me. because those people had found their happily ever after. And it gave me hope that one day I would find mine. Not that it was going to plan so far. Sure, I dated. I'd even had a few disastrous relationships, but nothing had ever come close to what the ladies that paraded through the shop had found.I hadn't found my one.But that didn’t mean I was going to give up looking. For what seemed like the hundredth time since I had found the note on the bedside table, I found myself staring at it. There was no denying that I was slightly obsessed with reading it. but it made my heart swell a little bit every time I did. Even if I never saw my mysterious lover again, I would always have his parting words to look back on. They gave me hope that sweet romantic men were really out there.
JudgeI watched as Gio. Head of The Family and my not so official boss weaved his way towards me through the bustling tables. He looked younger, more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a slight tension between his eyebrows but that was understandable. I’d have been slightly tense as well if our situations had been reversed.Rising slightly from my chair, I thrust out my hand. He shook it quickly, barely touching it before taking his seat opposite me. “You didn’t have to come, Gio.” Him being here was what was putting that line between his dark brows. Not because he thought I would rat him out. Gio knew better than that. He knew that I would never talk. Just like he knew I would do everything in my power to be found innocent of the murder he had committed. No, it wasn’t me who was putting the worry on his face but the fact that this mess I was cleaning up meant he was away from his new bride. His beautiful new and heavily pregnant bride. Gio had loved her from the moment
Taylor“You did what?” My friend screeched from across the small patio table we were sipping coffee around. It was early, but it didn’t matter how early it was in London. The streets were already bustling with people. Some on their way to work, their heads down as they hurried on their way and others like me and Annie who were taking a moment in one of the curb side cafes to catch our breath and enjoy the late summer sunshine. It would all be over too soon anyway, summer always seemed to be over in a blink of an eye whilst winter lasted forever. And I had another reason to enjoy the peace whilst I could. Meeting her eyes over the rim of my coffee cup, I grinned. “I asked my doctor to get me out of jury duty.”She rolled her eyes in answer, her glossy lips twitching at the edges. “That’s not what I was talking about, and you know it, Taylor. I mean we will come back to that but….” Slowly she took a sip of her own mug. A glass one filled with a frothy coffee concoction with too much s
Judge“Tell me your name.” The blonde in my arms moaned against my lips. I didn’t answer her, she would know my name soon enough but not now and not tonight. Tonight, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted her to give herself to me. She needed to let me use her body the way I had been imagining I would since the moment I had first laid eyes on her. Three weeks of watching her every move, finding out her schedule, her weaknesses. Everything I could about her.I needed all the information I could get on Taylor Lawson, and I always got what I wanted. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted something else as well. The moment I saw her, her blonde hair piled on top of her head and her face alight with a smile as she greeted a customer, I had known that killing her was going to be my very last resort. I wanted her. In my bed, under me. Anyway, I could. And I always got what I wanted.Always.There was more than one way to deal with my upcoming murder trial and the jurors that would in theory decide wh
KeeleyFive years ago, I had run away from the very people who loved me the most in a stupid attempt at getting away from the pain of what had happened to me.I had put an ocean between myself and them.From my family.From Gio.But as I looked at their smiling faces as they turned towards me. I realised what a mistake that had been. I hadn’t healed. I had just separated myself from the people who could help me heal the trauma. And I had lived the last five years as a ghost. Like a sleepwalker, I had gone through my life in a zombie like state. Never letting myself feel.Until he had come back into my life.Gio.Dark, dangerous, wonderful Gio. Who showed me how to love again.Rising my eyes to him, where he was stood next to The Judge. His smile was impossibly wide. His eyes swam with tears as he stared back at me. The look he gave me made my heart swell in my chest. I paused, my feet coming to a standstill just before I could step onto the red carpet that would take me towards the
Gio“I should kill you.” Monster, who I had once called a friend, glared at me. He was pacing back and forth along the long bar that took up one entire wall of the Savage Sons’ clubhouse. This was a different chapter, but the whole lay out was eerily familiar. I watched him as he turned on his heel, stared at me for a second and then continued to pace.I couldn’t blame him. If our roles had been reversed, I would have been doing more than pacing. I would have been beating on him. I deserved much worse.“Yes, you probably should.” I admitted softly. He wasn’t going to kill me though. If that had been his plan, he would have done it already. Monster was posturing, which was not like him. At least not like the man I had known. Being married had softened him.Something must have shown on my face as he stopped in front of me. “Don’t think I won’t, Gio. It would be easy. What you did to Keeley…” He shook his head and went back to his angry pacing.“I didn’t do anything to Keeley but love he
KeeleyHe had told me to close my eyes and every part of me wanted to do what he asked of me. Because I knew what was coming, and I didn’t want to see it. The sound of the gun cocking brought me back to my senses and my eyes flew open.I didn’t want him to die. Not even after everything I had found out. And closing my eyes wasn’t going to make a damn difference to the outcome. It would be cowardly. Something the old Keeley would have done. She would have waited for someone to save her. The old me was weak, but I wasn’t that woman anymore. And there was no way in hell I was going to let Gio blow his brains all over the table in some vague hope that it would save me. I didn’t need that kind of sacrifice.I could save myself. And him as well.“I love you,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “Gio, I love you.”“I love you as well, Keeley.” His voice sounded strangled.“I mean as touching as this is, it’s gone on for long enough. Stop stalling, Gio.” Gio’s brother, who called himsel
Before....My body healed. The cuts scabbed over and the bruises faded. To anyone who looked at me, I was just my normal cheery self. I was Keeley. The sweet one, the innocent one. But I wasn’t any of those things anymore. I was broken, and inside I was screaming. Sweet and innocent? Those were words that might have described me once, but they didn’t anymore.Not since my cousin’s friend, a man Monster and I had both trusted with our lives, had forced himself into my body and left me hollowed out. There was nothing but darkness inside of me now. And day by day it was eating me up.My name might still be Keeley. I might have the same blonde hair and darling smile that people always thought about when my name was mentioned. But I wasn’t the same woman. I wasn’t even sure I was a woman anymore. I didn’t feel like one.And that’s why I had to leave.I knew that thousands, if not millions, of other women had gone through what I had. Hell, even some of the member’s old ladies of my cousin’...
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