RONANI've been pacing my office for the last half hour waiting for this party to start. I'm nervous as fuck and I don't know why. No, I do know why. Everleigh is why.Inviting her to this shit show was a spur of the moment decision. She isn't ready for this life. Who am I kidding though. She may never be ready for this life. She's too good. Too pure hearted to be involved with someone like me. I'm also on edge about this damn party. The city's elite are invited and that always brings unwelcome guests as well. No doubt the Silvestro's will crash this party just like they have done everyone we have thrown since his damn daughter turned Eighteen.Antonio Silvestro is single handedly responsible for all of the bad in this town. I know the drugs and illegal weapons we deal in are part of the bad but we have strict rules that we deal in. He's also responsible for the trafficking of women. The same traffickers that kidnapped Everleigh three years ago.A light knock at my office door brin
EVERLEIGHThank God for Sean giving me a way out of the ladies room. I could tell that group was going to be trouble from the first moment I saw them. Daddy's little princesses that are spoiled ass rotten and can do no wrong. At one point this evening I heard the guys talking about a group of party crashers. I guess I just met them."Jesus Christ she doesn't know when to stop." Kierian muttered under his breath. I followed his line of sight and what I saw made me see red.That bitch had herself wrapped around Ronan. He stood stiff as a board and I could see the muscle in his jaw ticking from across the room.I'm not sure what came over me, but what happened next I'm jot sure anyone could have predicted. I felt like a woman possessed. I pushed my way through the crowd that was beginning to form around the spectacle that was this spoiled bitch. If I had any doubts that this was something Ronan didn't want, they were squashed the moment I caught the look on his face. One perfect eyebr
EVERLEIGHFive days…It’s been five days since my world changed.My mother is alive.My mother is alive and is married to Antonio Silvestro.My mother is alive and is married to the monster that kidnapped me and was going to sell me.I haven’t spoken to Ronan since that night.I haven’t spoken to anyone actually. When it gets bad like this, and unfortunately this isn’t the first time I’ve shut myself away and gone non verbal, Gran usually calls in the cavalry.That would be why I’m sitting in the middle of Woodland Park, Samson at my feet, drinking coffee with my cousin. Adrianna and I grew up thinking that we were sisters. We were inseparable. She’s a month older than me and has always been my protector. When we turned sixteen, she protected me from her alcoholic father. Her father used to beat the shit out of her on a near daily basis. He blamed her for her mother dying in childbirth. I’m not sure but I think he was sexually abusing her too. Until one he set his sights on me. He co
EVERLEIGHRonan takes Samson's leash from me and practically drags me to the parking lot. He takes me straight to a bright, shiny red truck. I never took him for the truck type, but okay.He opened the back door and Samson jumped right on to the beige leather seats. I winced when he spun a circle and plopped himself down. I haven’t had his nails trimmed in a while and I hope he doesn’t tear up the leather.“Umm…” I point to my dog and the leather seats.“He’s fine. I’ll just buy a new truck. This one is a few years old anyways.” I look at him like he has lost his damn mind. My truck is the same model style and I've had it since Bryan died. He bought it for me a few months before I was taken.“Must be nice to have more money than God. Some of us have to take care of what we have.” With his hand at the small of my back, he led me to the passenger side of the truck, opened the door and helped me in. Because of course it was lifted as well.He closed the door and came around to the drive
EVERLEIGH The drive down to the stables was quick and quiet. I could see his shoulders becoming more and more tense the closer we came to our destination. We were greeted at the gigantic sliding barn door by a man dressed in jeans, boots, a blue plaid shirt and a baseball cap that had seen better days. I could see his ink black hair, streaked with gray, as he pushed his hat back away from his face. No doubt this man was good looking back in his heyday.He greets us with a huge smile and clapps Ronan on the back with his massive hand. Ronan steps out of the side by side, holding his hand out for me to slide across the bench seat."Bradley." He greets the man with a nod. "Everleigh, this is our ranch manager, Bradley Jenkins.""Everleigh Logan." I extend my hand in greeting. "Jenkins… Does that make…"He cut me off with a grin and a far away look. "My Emily and I have been married for going on forty years now. She's still as beautiful as the day I met her."The love he has for his wi
EVERLEIGHHis sky blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight as he pressed soft kisses across my shoulder. The heat of his body on top of mine makes my body shiver when his wet kisses are exposed to the cool night air. Who would have thought the lips of the devil could be so gentle? But he isn’t the devil I thought him to be now is he? This man is a contradiction wrapped in the beautiful package of an enigma. It’s going to take more than one afternoon together to figure him out. And after witnessing his utter heartbreak this afternoon, I think I am more than ready to accept the challenge that is Ronan Callaghan.I watch as his hands lightly skim down my body, stopping only to pull my shirt over my hips.Wait… When did I get dressed? And who’s shirt is this? Fuck it. It’s a dream anyway. Even in sleep I can tell the difference. I give myself over to the feel of his hands on my skin and the tenderness of the kisses he litters my body with.The butterflies in my stomach are flutt
RONANRound two in the shower went much like the first round in the bedroom, except I nailed her from behind. I could fuck that pussy for the rest of my life and I don’t think I will ever get enough.It seems that Ms. Logan likes it hard and fast just as much as she likes it soft and slow. After we got her bedroom cleaned up from all of the mud Samson slung around the room, I pushed her against the closed door and pounded her again for a third time.By the time round three was over we were both utterly spent and exhausted. It was after one in the afternoon and I still had some work that I needed to get done this evening before I made my rounds at the club tonight.Normally I let Brennan take care of the running of my nightclub, but the last few weeks there has been a group of unknown thugs stirring up trouble. Plus it will give me the excuse to lure Everleigh out for a night on the town.I left her naked on her bed with a slap on the ass and a squeal that still has my dick hard.Bren
EVERLEIGH It didn't take as much convincing Gran to leave the apartment as I thought it would. But why would it? If Ronan is correct, then Gran has been putting off moving in with his grandfather for quite some time now. I can't believe she didn't tell me. It's not that I would have thought any less of her. She never does anything for herself. I don't even remember the last time she took a vacation that wasn't longer than a weekend away. Come to think of it, I wonder if those weekends away were with Patrick?I never knew my grandfather, he died before I was born, and what little I did know of him was that he was a mean son of a bitch. So what if Gran has a weekly romp in the sheets with Ronan's grandfather. They're both consenting adults.How is that any worse than what happened in my bedroom this morning?Gran and I rode the elevator up to the twentieth floor. Patrick's apartment was on this floor along with Rowan's. Ronan rang the doorbell to his grandfather's apartment and the t