Novels by Majestique

Nina"Where do you think the laptop is?""Nina_""I mean, If it wasn't in the car and wasn't at Miriam webster's house, then maybe she secured it somewhere else cause she knew she wasn't safe." My brain raced with thought after thought. "A storage compartment under a fake name or a bank.""Nina_""There has to be something that points us to the location of the_""Nina, enough." Paul sighed.My head snapped to the side, surprised at his exasperated tone. He shook his head with a small smile."I understand that you want to find that laptop_""I need to find it, there's a difference." I corrected. "It could be the key to everything. If it has a full evidence of all the Intel she's gathered over the years, then we can finally have the smoke syndicate and Santiago in the bag. All of this will be over?""Then what?"I blinked at him. "Excuse me."He shrugged. "Have you ever thought of what will be next? After you take Santiago down and find your sister. What next?"The truth was that I hadn

Raffaele Her taste lingered on my mouth, and it was all I could do not to walk right into that station and reacquaint myself with the taste of her. What the hell had I allowed to happen?Why had I kissed her? I had gone after her to warn her. To threaten her. To make sure she never went near The Sprawl again.Instead, I’d hunted her through the dark and kissed her like a man with nothing left to lose.The moment I had her trapped in my hold, all civility went out the door, replaced by something that was pure animal, pure instinct. Something that made me want to break her down to the bone and rebuild her where she belonged, under my hand.It was... I didn't have a word for it. I had never been the sort of person to lose control. Years of always following a clear plot and that fucking cop had come and blew everything to smithereens. What was so special about her? She wasn't my usual type, she was too abrasive, too sharp, too short. Too everything. "Mr. Santiago." I blinked back

Nina An explosion rocked through me, blowing my senses into dust. The realization that Santiago was kissing me was pushed into a distant part of my brain by the heat of his mouth. I made a sound of protest in my throat, but his fingers only tightened on my jaw, tongue teasing against the seams of my mouth till I had no choice but to open for him. Why was he doing this? Why did it feel so good? Was this some sort of punishment? Instead of trying to fight him off, my traitorous body gave in. A moan rumbled in my chest and his hand around my wrist tightened, sending pain shooting through my shoulders at the angle they were held in. But still, nothing mattered but the feel of his mouth on mine. Santiago's tongue swept into my mouth, dragging over mine and coaxing it into action. My knees had turned to jelly, and the only thing holding me upright was his hold on me. It had been over a year since I had had a man's mouth on me, but every other encounter I had ever had pal

NinaI knew I was toast the moment I ran, but the only other option was staying right there and everything inside of me protested at the thought of obeying Santiago. And so I ran. My breath came out short and fast as I pushed through overgrown grass, muscles pumping as I pushed my body as hard as I could. I didn't have any clear destination, and there was probably nothing for miles, and yet I kept on running. Panic gripped me like a vice, squeezing my chest tight as I heard grasses ruffling a distance away. He was coming for me. "Run, Nina." His dark voice drawled behind me, faint enough that I knew he wasn't close, but still, chills still raced up my spine. He can't harm you, a voice in my head pointed out. I ignored it. This wasn't about Santiago hurting me. It was about power, defiance, that dangerous thing that I'd been dancing around since the moment I ran into him at the warehouse. It was about the glint in his eyes when he looked at me, the way his fingers had curled te

Rafael"And then she fell off the fire escape." Tony concluded his report. By then, my jaw was already clenched so tight that it was a miracle my teeth hadn't cracked and shattered. Trading guns and drugs while trying to keep up the facade of the perfect, philanthropic business man was nothing compared to trying to keep that foolhardy cop out of harm's way. For the millionth time, I asked myself why I even cared. It would be far easier to sit back and watch her dig her own grave. By the look of things, she was already half way done with the digging anyway. So why had I hired someone to babysit her? Tony's skills were costing me a pretty penny and he was probably confused as to why he was being made to watch over an FBI agent. He was a top rated and sought after mercenary, not a bodyguard. "Is that all?" I asked. He shrugged, looking bored. "The police spoke to her, combed through her building and my location on the rooftop across from hers." "Good. Continue trailing her." I sai

Nina "I can't believe Paul let you go there!" My best friend hissed over the phone as I trudged home from work the night after our near death experience at The Sprawl. "Let me?" I scoffed. "I don't need Paul's permission. I'm a full grown_" "Don't you dare say adult, because no self preservating adult in their right senses would go anywhere within a ten mile radius of that place." Katy spat out the last word like calling it a place was an affront on it's own. I cursed myself silently for even letting it slip that I had gone to The Sprawl. In my defense, Katy was as persuasive as they came. She was a living lie detector. I had tried to steer the conversation in a million different directions but she had kept on pressing till the truth had come tumbling out. "Katy_""I don't even want to talk to you right now." She cut me off with a growl."I needed to get answers." I sighed. "You could have died there. And I wouldn't have had any idea where to even recover your body from." She ma

TravisThis wasn’t happening.Nope.There was absolutely no way this was real.I’d escaped Hunter’s room after… whatever the hell last night had been, gotten maybe four hours of sleep, and now I was trapped inside the walk-in freezer with the one person I’d been trying to avoid for days.Any second now I was going to wake up.“Help!” Hunter bellowed, pounding both fists against the steel door. “Can anybody hear us? Help!”His voice ricocheted around the tiny room until it made my temples throb.“Would you quit yelling?” I snapped.He rounded on me. “What?”“My eardrums are filing for divorce.”His jaw dropped. “You’d rather I just stand here?”“I’d rather you stopped making my headache worse.”“Oh, I’m sorry.” He spread his arms dramatically. “I didn’t realize there was a correct etiquette for freezing to death.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Those doors are insulated. They’re designed to keep temperature in.”“So?”“So…” I gestured at the thick walls. “Sound doesn’t travel.”He s

Hunter Waking up naked was pretty normal for me. What wasn't normal was the pounding in my head and the way the bed covers were tangled over my leg. I sat up slowly, groaning and cupping my head in my hands. Faint memories of storming off after my conversation with Travis, then going off to meet up with the anonymous texter replayed in my head. Had we gotten in a fight or something? My stomach growled loudly, which made me suddenly aware that I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything. I started to get up and that was when my gaze landed on my bedside table. Someone, probably the housekeeper, had left me a bottle of water and some Advil. Grateful, I grabbed the pills and tossed them down with a long pull of water. My phone pinged with a message notification as soon as I recapped the bottle. It took some hunting down to finally locate it in the pocket of my pants which were strewn at the foot of my bed. A low battery sign flashed at me as I pulled it out. It was a t

Travis I was only half listening to Zahara when I saw the headlights coming up the driveway. I leaped to my feet and raced outside, only partially aware of Zahara running after me. I skidded to a halt at the sight of the sleek black Audi. That was definitely not Hunter's beaten up Volvo. Who the fuck was that? I marched toward the car even as the driver door opened and a tall, familiar looking guy stepped out. He scanned his surroundings, looking slightly impressed, before he walked around to open the back door. My steps faltered as I watched him struggle with something. "Hey, who are you? You've got three seconds to get lost before I_" the words dried up in my mouth as soon as I spotted a messy mass of messy blonde hair emerging from the car. Blue eyes met mine, blurry and unfocused. My stomach dropped. What the fuck happened to him? I lunged for him, knocking the stranger out of the way and throwing Hunter's arm over my shoulder to support him. The stranger shot me a dark l

Hunter I climbed out of my run down Volvo, staring at the message on the screen. I should ignore it, but something kept pulling me back to it. Unable to stop replaying that nerve wracking confession from earlier, I decided to bite the bullet and respond. I jogged up the stairs, thumbs hovering over the screen. "Who are you?" I texted back, then tossed the phone on my bed as I stepped into my room. I whipped off my sweat soaked shirt, and kicked off both jeans and sneakers, leaving me in just my briefs. My phone buzzed as I made my way to the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was from the strange number again. Too curious for my own good, I went back to grab the phone. *Come find out* I blinked at the text, intrigue mounting. Nobody could ever say I didn't like a good mystery or challenge, and this felt like both. It was most likely someone from my old life trying to play games, but I was crazy enough to take the bait. "Where?" I texted back before jumpin

TravisZahara was saying something, and I kept a neutral smile fixed to my face. My mind was a million miles away, or more accurately, it was walking out of the hockey facility.I should have said something other than just standing there and gaping at him like a moron. But what could I have said? This entire thing felt like sinking sand. If I put one foot in, I'd be swallowed by the vast pull of it. It was better to steer clear of it, keep my focus on this thing with Zahara instead. The arrangement had gotten my father off my back, and things were easy at the moment. Or at least they were easy on the surface. On the outside, I was a turbulent storm. "Are you listening?" I snapped back to the present. "Yeah." She shot me an unimpressed look. "No, you weren't." I scrubbed a hand over my face. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm just tired. The game was brutal. We should get home." "This isn't about the game." She said. "Whatever is wrong with you has been here long before today's gam

Hunter"Bailey." I increased my pace at the sound of the voice, confused about why Travis was running after me. What did he fucking want? "Bailey!" He grabbed my arm and I whirled around, baring my teeth in a snarl. "What do you want?" "What was that back there?" I glanced over his shoulder, then back at him and blinked, making it clear that I didn't know what he was talking about. "What was what?" "That." He hissed. "Don't play dumb." "I just played hockey and did my part to raise millions for the kids with disability. The game is over, the money is raised, and it's time for me to fuck off." I told him. "You left like your ass was on fire, Bailey." He stepped forward. "I didn't know I was supposed to write a formal exit letter, Moore." I scoffed. "Get off my ass, man. Go back to your posh girlfriend. And hey, congratulations on that relationship. Who knew all it would take to get you two together was me kissing you." I expected him to recoil, to shut down and pull away now

CASSIE "The Tight what?" I asked, looking over my shoulder in confusion. My father pushed me out of the way and stepped closer to Liam, eyes shining with delight, "Liam Copeland in the flesh?" What the hell was going on? "I've been following your career since your college days and I always knew you'd be something. Your last game against the Texas Bears was a thing of beauty and_" my father trailed off, "Wait a damn minute, what are you doing at my front door?" Liam turned his brown, unreadable eyes at me, threw his arm over my shoulder and hurled me into his side, "You're going to have to ask my lovely wife." I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion, but before I could ask him what he was playing at, my father let out a gasp. "Cassie? Tell me this is a dream and you're not actually married to the best hockey player of the twenty first century." Dad said, looking like he was going to pass out any moment from now. Everything suddenly began to make sense. From the

CASSIE "I can't believe you're doing this," Jeanne said over the phone as I paced at the airport to keep myself warm, "I know I've dragged you into a number of crazy things, but this has to be the craziest." I let out a breath, "Tell me about it. I don't even know anything about him except from his name. What if he doesn't show up?" "Then you'll tell everyone the plane crashed and your husband was lost in the accident." I giggled, "And what will I say when they asked how I survived?" "Surprise surprise, you had a parachute in your bag!" She gasped, causing me to laugh even louder. Just then a voice announcing that the flight to Louisiana was now boarding sounded across the airport. That was supposed to be our flight and there was still no sign of Liam. I didn't have his number or anyway to reach him, I was doomed. "It seems I'm going to have to use the excuse that my husband died in a plane crash after all." I sighed. "Not even married up to five months and yo

CASSIE "What?!" I barked when I finally managed to raise my jaw from the floor, "I'm sorry, but I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say I'm your wife?" The man's brown eyes hardened, and he pulled out a document from the inside pocket of his leather jacket, "Here." I hesitated, "What's that?" "It's a marriage document signed by Cassandra Love and I. If I'm not mistaken, you're Cassandra." There was something vaguely familiar about the man, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Which was weird as hell though. How could I ever forget such a gorgeous man? I racked through my memories and came up empty. Slowly, I reached for the document and unfolded it. My bestfriend hurried forward to read through it with me. "What in the name of craziness is this?" She whispered to me. My gaze jumped down to where my signature was scrawled boldly on a dotted line and then the date. Cold washed all over me and I went statue still as memories of that night suddenly assaulted me.

CASSIE THREE MONTHS LATER "Cas, your mum's calling again," Jeanne called out to me. "Damn it," I hurried into our shared office and grabbed my phone, "Hey mum." "I've been calling you all day," my mother grumbled, "The reason you have a phone is for communication darling. If you aren't going to pick your calls, we may as well start sending you post letters." "Did you need something or is dad not around for you to nag?" I teased. "I don't nag." She snapped, "Anyway, I was calling to ask you what day we are expecting you. Gabriel and Mia have already confirmed that they'll be arriving on the eighteenth." My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, "Uh, expecting me where?" "Home for Christmas." She emphasized slowly. I licked my lips, while my stomach clenched uncomfortably, "Actually, I'm too cramped with work to celebrate Christmas this year." "I called Jeannie yesterday and she was kind enough to inform me that you're closing for the holidays soon," she hu

ASSIE "If anyone has a reason why these two shouldn't be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest said. "I do!" The large double doors of the church suddenly burst open, revealing my sister. "Mia?" I asked in confusion, wondering what was going on. My younger sister was supposed to be my chief bridesmaid, but at the last moment, she had informed me about an emergency that would keep her out of town on my wedding day. Her sudden presence at the church made no sense at all. Or maybe it was a surprise for me. My mouth began to curve into a pleased smile. "Gabe, I love you!" She declared, and my smile froze on my face. "W-what?" I stammered, but she ignored me, her blue eyed gaze locked on my groom. As she began to march down the hall, camera flashes started going off. "I love you, Gabe and I know you love me too. I'm tired of keeping this thing between us hidden like a dirty little secret," she began to walk toward the altar, "And