Book 1 Saints and Sinners She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching. This time I won’t let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Book 2 Judge and Jury I can’t stop watching her. I’m not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in. She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that’s what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don’t want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.
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My body healed. The cuts scabbed over and the bruises faded. To anyone who looked at me, I was just my normal cheery self.
I was Keeley. The sweet one, the innocent one. But I wasn’t any of those things anymore. I was broken, and inside I was screaming. Sweet and innocent? Those were words that might have described me once, but they didn’t anymore.
Not since my cousin’s friend, a man Monster and I had both trusted with our lives, had forced himself into my body and left me hollowed out. There was nothing but darkness inside of me now. And day by day it was eating me up.
My name might still be Keeley. I might have the same blonde hair and darling smile that people always thought about when my name was mentioned. But I wasn’t the same woman. I wasn’t even sure I was a woman anymore. I didn’t feel like one.
And that’s why I had to leave.
I knew that thousands, if not millions, of other women had gone through what I had. Hell, even some of the member’s old ladies of my cousin’s motorcycle club had been through something similar, but they had been ok with being saved. They had their men to lean on.
I had no one. And I sure as hell didn’t want to be saved. Sure, the club would want to look after me, just like they always had, but that hadn’t exactly worked out well for me in the past.
So, leaving was my only option.
And maybe when I was gone from the town that held so many horrific memories for me, I could start to heal. I might even start to work out who the hell I was again.
My pen scraped against the piece of paper. The lines of the words were jerky, the ink splashed with my tears. Monster would never forgive me for saying goodbye like this. But he had his own family now - a wife, and a baby on the way. He didn’t need a grown cousin dragging him backwards.
Monster, I am sorry…
Yeah, they wouldn’t agree with me leaving like a thief in the night. But I needed to go for my own sanity.
The Keeley I used to be was gone, and I needed to find out who I was now.
Because sweet and innocent didn’t cover it anymore.
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Gio
A club in the harsh light of day was a strange entity. Sterile and heartless. It was only when the lights dimmed and the music started that it came alive. It was more than just the people who filled it. Clubs were creatures that only came alive when the sun went down, when the music started pumping and the lights flashed. And it was no different there.
The Penthouse was one of my newer acquisitions. And it lived up to its name even in the harsh light of day. The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around the world over the last few years.
Of course, normally, I wouldn’t be sent over to keep an eye on things. We had managers for that. But something was going on in London, and it made The Family nervous. So there I was and there I would stay. At least until the thief was caught and punished. If they were lucky, we would hand them over to the authorities. The Family was a law-abiding consortium after all, but I doubted it. Things would be better handled in house. Quickly and quietly like they always were. It would be better for the guilty party to hand themselves into the police. Much, much better.
Leaning back on the plush leather chair in my office, I rubbed at my temples. A headache had started, beating against my skull with unrelenting pressure. And the music pounding below wasn’t helping. We were closed, there should be no music. Everything should be silent which was why I was there. It was easier to concentrate when the club was empty. The cleaning crew wouldn’t bother me. The bar staff who called in early didn’t even look at me unless I needed a drink. And yet the music and lights were on. And it was making my work impossible.
Grumbling, I pushed myself to my feet. I hated this city. The old building mixed in with the shiny new skyscrapers, the smog, and the goddamn weather that could only be described as grey. My life was in the United States. It was where my home was and the sooner I was out of this God-forsaken country and back in my own penthouse the better. But I couldn’t do that until I found the thief and brought them to justice, and I sure as hell couldn’t do that with all the noise coming from downstairs.
Twitching back the drapes that had been closed over the window looking down at the main floor, my eyes swept across the scene playing out below me. There was a woman on the pole. Her movements were jerky and unsure, and for a second, I found myself watching her with interest.
She was auditioning. And her nerves were getting the better of her. Pretty as she was, she simply wouldn’t do. There was a cheapness to her make up, and if she was as nervous as that in front of just my manager and other dancers, then she would not be able to handle the club itself on a busy night. The Penthouse might be an upscale establishment, but the men who frequented us expected a certain level of charisma and that woman didn’t have it.
Leaning against the glass, I took in the six other women sitting in a small huddle, waiting for their time to audition. Not a bad turn out really. One or two of them definitely had potential. One woman in particular caught my eye and I knew instantly why. It was her curly blonde hair. I had a type, and even though I could only see her back, I knew she was just it. The hair, the curves. She was just the kind of woman I went after. It didn’t even matter that I couldn’t see her face. Whether she ended up getting a job here or not didn’t really matter. She was, without doubt, the most interesting thing I had seen since my plane had touched down in the UK.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I typed out a quick message to the house mother, asking for her to get the blonde onto the pole. I knew she would do what I wanted. She always did. It was one of the reasons she had been given the management of the girls. The Family trusted her.
Leaning my arm against the glass, I watched as the blonde stood. She didn’t wobble on her heels. There was no nervousness in her walk or in the confident way her hand curled around the pole.
Interesting indeed. Her curves were mouth-watering, and she could dance as well. Every movement was meant to draw the eye and it did just that. Her hips rocked backwards, thrusting her ass out, and the tiny booty shorts did nothing to hide what she was trying to show. I was mesmerised. Just like that, she had me, and I knew I had to employ her. If for no other reason than I wanted her in my bed. After that I didn’t care what she did.
One night.
One…
She flicked her hair back, her body straightening, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. Because I knew her face. Her hair was a little shorter now, but those eyes, that smile…I would recognise her anywhere even after five years.
Five years since she had disappeared from beneath all our noses, and I still carried the note she had scrawled to her cousin in my wallet. Monster hadn’t wanted me to have it, but I had insisted. He had made me promise not to search for her, and I had reluctantly agreed because he was right when he said she was too good for men like us.
The last place I ever expected to find her was a place like that - in a club I owned, swinging her body around a pole with the kind of practised ease that told me she had been doing it for a while. It made me feel sick. Because the girl I knew five years ago was the sweetest, most pure soul I had ever seen. It was one of the reasons I had been instantly attracted to her, and ultimately the reason I vowed to never touch her.
Someone had touched her though. Five years ago, someone had used her body against her will. That man was dead now. I made sure of it. It was surprisingly easy for someone to have an accident in prison. And I didn’t regret that. The only regret was that I wasn’t the one to do it.
I had punished the man who had hurt her. I had let her go to “find herself” as the letter said, and I had dreamt of the day when I would see her again, even when I knew the odds of that happening were zero. But seeing her down below with her body almost completely on show, I knew one thing.
Keeley would not find herself in my club.
TaylorHe had ruined my dream wedding dress. There was blood and spit all over the beautiful lace skirt. Closing my fist I pulled my arm back to strike him again.“Easy there tiger.” My feet left the floor as The Judge picked me bodily up.“She's as crazy as you are.”Holding me tight to his body, the judge started to laugh. “Oh i think she might be worse, if i was you. I would leave.” He jerked his chin towards the door.“This isn't over you know. Not by a long shot. One way or another I will take you all down. I don't even care how long it takes.”I answered him with a snarl, snapping my teeth at him like an animal. I was angry. Angrier than I had ever been. Today had been nerve wracking enough without some crazy policeman telling lies and making things worse and the fact that he had broken into my home doesn't bare thinking about. “Good luck with that. I'm going to make sure you aren't an officer of the law for much longer. if there's one thing I hate it's dirty cops.” The judge
JudgeThe day was beautiful. The kind of day that artists painted. All blue skies and fluffy white clouds. It was the perfect day to get married.Or would have been if I'd had a bride to marry. There would be no magical day for me. Not that I had believed for a second that I could have the same kind of happily ever after that Gio and Keeley had. They were the exception. Not the rule. I had touched it though, tasted that happiness and it left a bitter taste on my tongue. Not because I didn't like it but because I wanted more. I still had hope that i would get to sample it again. Even when i knew that hope was so far fetched it might as well be a fairytale.And that was why I was here. In what would have been our honeymoon suite. Alone and with no bride. No traces of her but the dress I had picked out because she loved it hanging from the wardrobe door. Taylor wasn't here, getting ready somewhere and excited to meet me at the altar and she never would be. I had let her go. Messe
TaylorGetting back to normal was easier than I expected it to be. I excused myself from the trial , and flatly refused to speak about it and I went back to work. I threw myself into work. I worked so much and took on so many extra shifts that I knew my boss was worried about me. but she didn't ask what was wrong and I didnt tell her.I didn't tell anyone.What had happened between me and The Judge was private and it would remain private. I wouldn’t tell anyone where I had been the last few days. I would act like it had never happened.Pulling the iced coffee towards me, I stared into it. seeing nothing and feeling even less. Is this what it is like to be dead? this absolute lack of any kind of emotion. I didn't like it but I couldn't shake it either. I was existing instead of living. Was the Judge? Was he out there somewhere, wishing things were different or did he think he'd had a lucky escape. There was so much I wanted to ask him. and why was the most important question i coul
Judge“Keeley.” The last person I expected to see when I walked into Gios office in Kudos was his heavily pregnant but still stunningly beautiful wife. Her blonde curly hair was tied back at the base of her neck and her cheeks were glowing as she heaved herself up out of her chair to come in for a hug. Which I did with some difficulty. I had never in my entire life seen someone so huge before. her stomach protruded outwards like someone had put a football up there. no not a football , a beachball.Keeley looked about ready to pop.“Hey you, trouble maker.” as always her voice was soft, the american twang in it, mixed permanently with her london accent. It was a weird mix. but what was stranger was how much she reminded me of Taylor. it was the inflection of the way she greeted me more than the fact they were both gorgeous blondes. I shook the thought away.I had made my decision. and it was the right one i knew that. I had to let Taylor go. She deserved so much more than I could offe
Taylor “Miss.” Again the soft rapping on the door disturbed my dreams. And this time it was accompanied by a voice. A male voice that wasn’t the Judges. My eyes flew open and all remnants of sleep evaporated. “Hello?” Clutching the sheets to my chest I sat bolt upright as one of the crew stepped into the room. I hadn’t said he could enter but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes fell on me and then swept around the room. “Good morning Miss Lawson.” Finally he came to a stop. “Your bags have been put in the car but I wanted to ask if you wanted breakfast before you left?”Frowning, I continued to stare at him. What did he mean my bags were in the car? Blearily I rubbed at my sleep crusted eyes and tried to make sense of what he had just said. “Have we docked somewhere new? Is Christian-“ my voice faltered. The room looked different. Emptier. Like someone had come in and packed up everything whilst I slept. Swinging my legs from the bed I rushed towards the closet. Tugging it open I
Judge“I am not the one for you.”At first her words didn't compute in my head. they didn't make any sense. The last few days had gone so well, we had been on track for the big day at the end of next week and I couldn't understand what had gone so terribly wrong. and then their meaning made sense. Taylor thought she could dismiss me? at my side my fists clenched into fists. “Only I can decide that.” I tried and failed to keep my voice even. The street was almost empty but I glanced around anyway. Taylor seemed to think this was one of her romance novels. Where the hero always fell head over heels in love, It wasn't and she needed to realise that. Same as she needed to know exactly what kind of man I was. she was in for a really rude awakening and i didnt want an audience for it.Grabbing a hold of her wrist I dragged her into a small alleyway between the high stone buildings. ignoring totally her squeal of protest. When we were out of sight of the street I forced her back agai
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