Kingpin (Breeding #4)

“Just wondering if you’re going to wear that sexy red thing for me tonight,” I reply, kissing her below her ear.

The blush hits her cheeks and works its way down her neck. I know it’s going to make her nipples rosy and hard, and my cock begins to throb.

“Giovanni,” she chides, and looks around the crowd to make sure no one heard us.

“Is that a yes?”

“You know it is,” she says, looking away from me.

I catch the smile pulling at her lips and tug her back into my arms.

“I just like untying the bow in the back.” She giggles, and I press my erection against her hip. “It’s like Christmas morning the whole year long.”

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” the salesman asks, and I turn to look at him, boxes of phones in his arms.

“That’s none of your business,” I growl at him, but Emma just rolls her eyes and pushes me behind her.

“Yes, please,” she says, and he walks away. “Always so jealous.”

“Damn straight,” I retort, picking her up off the ground and holding her in my arms. “You’re lucky I can’t get you pregnant again or I’d do it right here just to prove you belong to me.”

“Don’t worry. I carry a picture of the boys in my wallet so I can show it to people if you need me to.”

I laugh, but she’s probably being serious.

“All right. As soon as this is over, you’re taking me to get hot chocolate,” she says as I put her down and she smacks my chest.

“You say that like I wasn’t going to do it anyway.”

“Okay, fine. But I want cookies, too.”

“Anything you want, Dollface,” I say, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. I kiss the back of it, and she smiles. It’s the one with dimples that I love so much. The one she gave me the first time we met. It’s the one that tells me every day that she’s the one and life is good.



THE END!





Layla O’Leary has had enough. For years she has been haunted by the night she can’t remember. When she learns the only man she's ever loved has betrayed her, she escapes and crafts a new identity. She's finally free...

Carter has waited eight years to claim his woman. Locking him up only fueled his obsession. The day he gets out he's coming for her. Taking the Fall was just the start. Now he'll stop at nothing to possess what's his.

Warning: this book contains a hero who grunts and growls his way through life, a heroine nicknamed Cherry looking to lose it, and insta-love so fast and hard your panties might disintegrate. Note: not responsible for exploding panties.



BONUS: Letters Carter wrote Cherry while in Prison.



Includes Short Story on Jeanette & Saint: They met by chance. Or so she thought...

Losing her wasn't something he was willing to do. Sometimes life takes you to the edge, but Jeanette had a Saint to

catch her.

This is the short story of how they met, how they fell in love, and how much Saint loves going down on her.





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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by Aquila Editing





This book is dedicated to my best girl, Jeanette. She’s tough as nails, doesn’t take shit, but has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Let’s never break up… I’d miss the food talk the most.





Prologue





Layla





“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.

“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.

“But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.

“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.

Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.

Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.