“Will they take it?” I asked. I didn’t want any more deaths on my hands, but these were two men that deserved whatever they got.
“I don’t know, but I do know that my father looked me in the eyes today and told me that I was in charge now. That it was my responsibility to be Greyson’s right hand man. I’m guessing that means they have resigned to their fate.” Janson still looked too somber to be happy, but I knew the potential was there.
“Did you tell him about the baby?” I asked.
“I did,” he confirmed. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“That I better f*ck
ing make an honest woman of you before James has someone murder me.” He grinned. We both knew that he asked me weeks ago. I just looked down at my ring and smiled. I loved this man.
“I don’t think that’s a bad idea,” I said as I grinned up at him. I’d wanted as far away from the family as possible once upon a time, but now Janson was my family. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to be with him for the rest of my life.
“Everything is going to work out. We have our whole lives ahead of us. We can make this family, this organization, anything we want,” he said as he held me close. For him, that meant less murder, less corruption. A real, viable business. “I’ll be there with you through it all. The good and the bad.”
“We’ll make our own future. Together.” For me, that meant a family that was there, that would love my child.
We could have it all.
Book Two: Wed to the Bad Boy
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Wed to the Bad Boy
Copyright Kaylee Song 2015
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Chapter One
Joanna
The first time I saw him he was chained against a frame, his lip split and his eye black and blue. He stared at me through the swollen eyes and the broken nose, blood trickling down his brow. It was like he was looking right through me. Because he was.
He was still devastatingly handsome, but what I didn't know was that he was going to be my undoing. And I just stood there while they beat him with the buckle of his belt.
The mob sent one of their best enforcers to do it.
I didn't dare say a word, not to him, not to the other man down there. I was just eye candy. My job was to serve the drinks and keep my head down. The daughter of a man who owed more than my life was worth.
"Scotch, on the rocks. Now." The deep rumble of Janson Mactavish got me moving.
I nodded and turned to the bar, dumping ice in and trying not to jump each time the metal of the belt connected with the skin of the man chained. He sucked in breath after breath, but he never screamed. Barely grunted.
"Nothing, you son of a bitch? Not even an apology?" Mactavish hit him again, reaching out for his Scotch with one hand and throwing the belt with the other. Janson was controlled the entire time; no anger rose in his voice as he did it, no bile. It was like he was conducting a routine.
I wondered what kind of violence that man was used to doling out.
It was probably best if I didn’t know.
I turned back towards them to find the victim staring me right in the eyes. His eyes never left mine.
"Can't apologize if I’m not sorry." The strung man spit onto the ground and then grinned.
It was the grin that got me. Those pearly whites were covered in blood, and he still looked completely dashing. It was sick.
"You’re lucky your dad ordered you beaten and not killed. Anyone else..." Janson struck him again. "Would you like a drink?"
He was actually asking the subject of his torture for a drink! I blinked, frozen in place.
"Gin Rickey, extra lime." He ordered an old classic, just the right amount of sweet and sour, one of my favorites. And he did it like he was perfectly calm and collected. So I tried to mimic him.