Novels by His Royal Pen

Dominic.The man was wheezing by the time I turned to my surgical table. He already had a broken arm and two broken legs, still he refused to give me what I wanted.I was currently in the basement of my house, and as I took my sweet time selecting which blade to go with, I heard him pleading with me.Turning to him, I tilted my head and asked, “Are you ready to tell me who sent you, Cole?”“I… I don’t know. Please,” he begged.Smiling, I finally picked up a long thin knife and walked towards the bastard.His wrists were tied behind him, with one of them sticking out at an unnatural angle. There was a pool of blood under where he sat, as I watched as it dripped slowly onto the concrete floor. “Who sent you?” I asked again.He shook his head violently, sweat and blood rolling down his temples. “I—I swear, I don’t know—”The knife came down fast on his thigh before he could finish the sentence. He screamed, his body jerking uselessly against the restraints.I crouched in front of him, r

Evelyn.“We meet again, little Angel. And this time, there’s nowhere to run to.” His words terrified me. His words sent a cold shiver down my spine.In less than twenty-four hours, I had been in the presence of three different men, each dangerous in his own way.At least, I knew Victor was cruel and his violence was predictable and humiliating.Dominic was dangerous too. I mean, the man was in the mafia if the rumors were true. And despite everything, he had been kind to me.But the thing about Liam Kingsley was that I didn’t know what exactly he wanted from me. And that made him the most dangerous one. “What do you want?” I asked, forcing my voice to be steady even though I was scared. Where were the bodyguards Dominic left behind? Liam tilted his head slightly, like he was amused by my question. “Straight to the point. I like that.”Dominic had told me enough about him on the drive here. He told me how Liam always found ways to ruin his plans, how he thrived on chaos, and how he

Liam Kingsley.I leaned back in my chair, letting the leather swallow me as I watched the chaos unfold on multiple screens: the fire at Deranged Desires, Victor Blackthorn’s latest statement, and every single gossip about his wife.Normally, I wouldn’t care this much about domestic dramas. They were trivial and fleeting. But everything in this particular disaster revolved around Dominic Russo. And Dominic… Well, he always made things interesting.“Mr. Kingsley,” my personal assistant called, stepping into the office with that half-bow posture that people use around me.I didn’t look up immediately. My mind was still calculating probabilities as I anticipated Dominic’s next moves.“The address I told you to post?” I asked, finally lifting my gaze.“Trending, sir. Social media is exploding. People are speculating on everything from the fire to the Blackthorn drama, and the location you released… it’s what everyone is talking about.”I smiled. “Good. You’re dismissed.”As soon as he lef

Dominic.I moved closer to Evelyn, her name still echoing in my head from the news broadcast this morning. I was forced to listen to it in the police station when they questioned me about the fire, my club and basically everything about my life.They tried to keep me there longer than necessary, but they had nothing solid. So they let me go for now. But I knew it was only a matter of time before they called me back.So yes, I was angry, exhausted and running on no sleep. But all of that faded the moment I looked at her.The bruises on her face were already starting to fade, but it did nothing to calm the anger inside me. “Umm… if there’s nothing else, I would like to be on my way,” Evelyn muttered, and that’s when I realized that she was scared of me.I stepped back immediately and shoved my hands into my pockets, forcing myself to look less threatening.“So if you leave,” I said carefully, “do you have a place to go?”I didn’t want her to leave.I knew I shouldn’t keep her. But I a

Evelyn. I groaned as I opened my eyes to the soft morning light streaming through the windows. This wasn’t my room, I noticed. My eyes tracked from the white ceiling to the drip fixed on my wrist. What happened? Did Victor finally bring me to the hospital? And why can’t I remember anything? Just then, a nurse came in. “Hi, you’re awake,” she beamed. “I hope you’re feeling better.” “Where’s my husband?” I asked her. “It wasn’t your husband that brought you here, Mrs Blackthorn.” I wasn’t surprised she knew my name. Victor made sure to keep the social media well informed of his private life. After adjusting my drip, the nurse handed me a cup of water with a straw and asked, “Do you need anything else?” I shook my head as I drained the water in the cup. There was a TV hung on the wall opposite the bed and my eyes were glued to it, because they were showing the events of last night’s banquet. “On second thought, can you please increase the volume for me?” She nodded and did

Dominic Russo.“Call Doctor Matt,” I barked at my consigliere, Marco, as I carried the fragile brunette in my arms and rushed toward the waiting car.Blood stained the bottom part of her dress, and the sight of it sent a sharp twist through my chest.I had seen a lot of scumbags in my lifetime, but Victor Blackthorn took the fucking cake.I had watched him humiliate her on that stage like she was nothing more than a disposable object. And then she had collapsed right in front of him, and he hadn’t even flinched.“Where are you taking her to?” Marco asked as he slid into the back seat with me, his phone already pressed to his ear.“To my house,” I said without hesitation. Luca was already behind the wheel, and he drove off immediately.I turned my attention back to the woman in my arms. Her breathing was shallow, but at least she was still breathing.I adjusted my hold on her, so that her head rested against my shoulder. “Doctor Matt is on his way,” Marco said after ending the call.