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“Do you think I’m a bad guy?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

I smiled. “I’m not a bad guy, unless I don’t get what I want. Right now I want a f*cking beer. So does my VP. Are you going to tell me no again, babe?”

She looked ready to cry. Sometimes I wondered if I was too much of a monster. The hostess flickered this cute little smile at me and that’s why I was a monster. Most women loved it. Women could say they want some f*cking white knight all they want… but the truth? When the door was shut, they wanted a monster. A beast.

And that’s what they got with me.

I winked at the hostess and she walked away.

It took her all of thirty seconds to come walking back with two beers. She was so damn nervous her hands were shaking and she spilled beer all over the table.

“Shit. Sorry.”

She let go of my beer and I grabbed her hand. “Easy, babe. Don’t be nervous. I don’t bite… at first.” I slowly pulled her hand to my mouth and I licked the tip of her pointer finger. “Ah, so damn sweet.”

She pulled her hand away and gasped.

With that, she walked away.

I looked at Knox. “Too far?”

“Jesus, brother, what is wrong with you? Prison turned you into… this?”

“No. I’m just figuring out my moves here.”

“Why can’t you let it go?” Knox asked. “We’re going to take out the guys that f*cked us. Chief Richards? We’ll get his number eventually. Either he’ll retire or die trying to stop us. You know that.”

“I don’t wait,” I said. “Now where’s the f*cking wait…”

I lost my words as I saw her turn the corner.

I knew it was Belle.

Holy f*cking shit… black pants, white button down shirt, tucked in, top button open, tits pressing forward against the shirt. From my distance I could see hints of a white laced bra under the shirt. Blonde hair pulled back tight, a few strands of hair loose. And then her eyes.

Blue eyes.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“What is it?” Knox asked.

I didn’t tell Knox right then… but I’d seen Belle before…

This was going to be one f*ck of a ride.





I waited patiently for her to come to me. My entire world was pushed four feet to the left with this development. Belle was beyond innocent. I remembered that night at the bar, her giggling laughing, bumping into me over and over, then the way we looked at each other and eye f*cked each other.

Shit, I had planted the first seed that night with her.

I smiled as I watched her work table to table. Knox kicked at my legs, telling me not to be so f*cking obvious, but what the f*ck did I care? It wasn’t like I was going to throw her down on a table and f*ck her in front of a full restaurant. Although, I would have done that. She had been waiting her entire life for me. But this wasn’t just about f*cking her. This was so much more. I wanted to make her fall for me. I wanted to meet her father and have him know I was tearing his little girl apart. I wanted to drive him insane with him knowing the way his daughter lusted for me.

It was all perfect.

Belle turned and faced me, her eyes finally connecting with mine.

That’s when I had another vision. Another piece to my f*cking plan.

Something intense.

Something that would send everyone over the f*cking edge.

Something that would make my revenge permanent.

I was going to get Belle pregnant.




My mind continued to race. It was a wild mix of rage, anger, and lust. Shit, I was lusting for this bitch already? Maybe I could smell that untouched slit between her legs. I couldn’t imagine it being true, but goddamn, if it was, she was going to be wicked tight. She was going to need me to take it easy on her, which I could do, but only for a short time. I could already feel her clawing at my shoulders and biting my chest to keep from screaming too loud.

My left hand gripped the edge of the table. I felt my teeth gritting as we stared at each other. It was pretty damn obvious she remembered who the hell I was too.

“Brother, you need to calm down,” Knox said. “You can’t be mad at her for anything. Play this right.”

“Shut up, Knox,” I whispered.

Belle took a step toward the table. Then another.

Come to me, babe. Come to me so I could ruin you.

She took one more step and then a hand shot out from two tables behind us. I watched as the hand swung and cracked Belle, right in the ass.

She jumped, then froze, and looked down at the table.

“I need another drinks, tits,” someone said.

That’s when the anger hit a boiling point.

Belle’s face turned red and I could tell whoever just touched her was not welcomed to be doing so. I pulled at the edge of the table to get out of the booth and kill the f*cker that just touched Belle, but Knox stopped me.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said. “I saw it too. Let that one go.”

I looked at Knox, my body seething with rage. “I can’t.”

“You can’t get into trouble. Go with the flow of the night, brother. Remember.”

I forced myself to sit still for a few seconds. I listened to the way this * talked to Belle.

My Belle.