บททั้งหมดของ Jersy Bad Boys: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Anna Fear slithers down my spine as I walk into the bar known as the Vipers’ Den. It’s dark and loud, and full of people.I pause in my procession, my hand clutching my throat.Damn.I can’t breathe.“Hey Angel, who’s the sacrifice?” a beautiful woman tending bar yells in our direction.“Just tend the bar, Maria.”His name is Angel. Hers is Maria.I store the information away, assuming it will be useful someday. She is still staring daggers at me, and I have no idea what I did to offend her.A large hand pushes between my shoulder blades, propelling me forward, and I continue to move.“Down the stairs,” he growls, nodding at the guy sitting on a stool blocking the entryway.My assumption is he’s some sort of security guard. He’s big and muscular, has almost as many tattoos as Angel over here, but really, what do I know?There’s music blasting through speakers, and I’m surprised at how trendy the place is inside. I expected a dive, but it’s not that.The ceilings are

Let’s get one thing clear,I tell my conscience as it starts to rear its ugly head, I have every intention of fucking Anna Keller tonightObsessions aren’t a good thing for a man like me to have. I have to admit, since I learned of her existence, I’ve been more than a little preoccupied with the curvy beauty.I’m not a good man. Pushing forty, I’m the king of one of the most hated criminal organizations on the Eastern Seaboard. The Vipers have fingers in a lot of pies.But we grease the right palms, we keep business smooth and only take out the trash that fucking deserves it. So, the authorities are happy to look the other way.Stalking someone isn’t exactly my thing. But I’ve been creeping into Anna Keller’s life without her knowing ever since little Sammy started playing in the Den.Yeah, I knew he was getting in over his head. But I allowed her brother to run up a tab with one sole purpose.And that’s getting Anna into my bed without all the hassle of wooing and pretending to

“What do we fucking know about this?” I bark.“Warehouse is gone. Staz, the night guard, saw them creeping around with Molotov cocktails and called it in after he got to safety,” Luc answers first.“And?”“And Sanchez fucking junior doesn’t care what was mapped out with his father. He’s claiming this is his turf,” Angel explains.Pure rage leaks into my vision. This fucking punk.I look at the footage of what’s left of one of my warehouses and I fume. This prick set fire to it.He’s lucky no one was injured. Lucky it was empty. But that’s not the fucking point.“Want us to hit him back?” Angel asks.My gaze flicks to Luc who’s still studying the footage. He is frowning, and I wait for him to speak.Angel is my muscle guy. My cousin. My best friend. And Luc. Luc is my Council. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he graduated from Princeton Law.He’s wiry and tall, but his lean build belies his strength. I’ve known Luc a long time. Since we were both kids causing trouble for the

My entire body is vibrating as I watch Anna sign her name to the marriage license.It’s brash and reckless. Stupid? Maybe. But I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.That’s my baby she’s carrying beneath her breast, and I want it. I won’t acknowledge the part where I want Anna just as much.I haven’t touched another woman since New Year’s Eve. Haven’t wanted to, and yeah, there’ve been offers.Blatant ones.I’m the king of the fucking Vipers. Bodies are cheap in my world.I hesitated the last time I had her in my grasp, and I refuse to make the same mistake now that she’s back.Six fucking months without a word, but it doesn’t matter. My body reacts to her like it does to no other.My dick is painfully hard beneath my tailored pants, and I want her with a need I can barely contain.Her face is tear-stained, free of makeup, and the loose sundress she has on is crumpled.Still, she looks beautiful.There’s a glow in her skin that might have something to do with hormones, but

I hate her fucking apartment building. It’s falling apart and there is no security at all.The stench of old food lingers in the hallway, beneath that is whatever chemicals the superintendent uses to kill insects and pests.That can’t be good for my Anna or our baby. I frown. Hard.“Um, I’m not sure if I have boxes,” she says, and I shake my head.“I’ll have some people pack it all up for you. Let’s just grab some clothes and toiletries. Stuff you need for the next few days,” I tell her.Anna agrees and moves inside, docile as a lamb.I don’t know what she’s thinking, or what happened downstairs to put that stricken look on her face. But I know I don’t like not knowing.I want her to talk to me. To lean on me. Confide in me.But I suppose that takes time. And I’ll give it to her because I wasn’t lying downstairs when I said no divorce.She’s not leaving me. Not ever.This obsession I have with her is no small thing. I might be considered a criminal in the eyes of the law, but