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]]> Worth the Fight Read Online Alexa Riley http://www.wownovels.com/worth-the-fight-read-online-alexa-riley Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:09:26 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/worth-the-fight-read-online-alexa-riley Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Alexa Riley Advertisement

Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)

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Katie can’t trust her father, not after he threatened to have her committed if she told people how he treated her. He’s a man with influence and power, so she decides to hide out at Farrow Haven, the safe house for women. When she arrives, she realizes that she could be putting everyone in danger. Now she has no choice but to trust the clinic’s doctor to keep her safe. The only problem is, he knows all her hidden secrets.
Wynn knows who Katie is the moment she steps into his office. What she doesn’t know is that he’s keeping secrets of his own. He’s going to make things right by keeping her safe, but the one thing he can’t keep hidden are his feelings for her.

Someone call a doctor because these two are burning up the pages. What else are they supposed to do while locked in a house with no power? Get back in the ring one more time for the ultimate showdown… don’t worry, she’s worth fighting for

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CHAPTER

ONE

KATE

What has become of me? I stare into the mirror, not recognizing myself while wondering how I ended up here. A few months ago, I was in a whole other country, away at school. I'd been fairly neutral about boarding school but only because I went back and forth on the reasons for it. At times I'd ask myself if they shipped me off because I was so much of a bother, and other times I'd convince myself it was for the better. I was getting an education that most people only dreamed of, so I tried to focus on that.

Besides, if I was at home, I’d likely be just as lonely. My parents were always busy. My mother was fully invested in charity work, which always seemed to be more about the parties than any actual charity. I guess the appearance of it was what mattered to her the most.

My father is one of the best lawyers in the city, but when he decided to take a shot at running for senator, that’s when everything went wrong. Or was it when my mother died? I'm not so sure anymore since it's all still a blur. The last few months went by in a blink, but the days hadn't felt that way. They'd felt long.

I reach up to touch my black eye and wince. It's worse today. Part of my cheek has a bruise that formed overnight. My father always had a temper. My parents could be volatile toward each other, but I guess now that my mom is gone, he chose to take it out on me.

When I was told my mother had fallen down the stairs, at first I was shocked. But it hadn’t taken long for my mind to wander. The toxicologist report said she was drunk, but who knows what happened to make her fall. I’ll never have the answers because my father has far too many friends in high places. He’ll soon be a person in high places as well.

The grieving widower image was selling well for him too. Despite seeing him upset a few times, he’s moved past it quickly. Maybe his guilty conscience is what had him upset in the first place. Either way, it’s been six months, and he seems fine. He might not be going out with women publicly, but he’s been inviting them back to the house.

When I found out my mother died, I came home, but he hasn’t let me go back to finish out my semester at school. Thankfully it was close to the end, and of course they let me finish up online. My father simply had to ask, and they were quick to agree.

At first I thought he wanted me home because it was a big change. It didn't take me long to realize I was now a prop for him to use in his bid to become senator. It’s only the two of us now, and he tried prancing me around like a pony.

With my mother gone, I believe all the anger he kept bottled up is now aimed at me. There’s nothing that I can do correctly in his eyes. However, to the rest of the world, he appears to be a loving father that’s helping his daughter through this tragic time.

Things came to a head when he tried to get me to go on a date with one of the partners in his firm. The man was fifty years old. I told my father that going on a date with a man so much older than me would look horrible to the public, but he didn’t care. He told me that if I didn’t comply, the consequence would be his daughter having a mental breakdown and needing to be committed.

A knock at the door jolts me back to reality. Yesterday, while my father was preoccupied with a woman he brought home, I snuck out. I don't know if he's noticed I'm gone yet, but it's not as though he'd be able to take me out in public. Not with how badly my face is bruised. It would be horrible for his image and start all kinds of rumors.

I smooth out my hair to make myself presentable, but it's stupid. I'm in Farrow Haven, so it’s not like I have anyone to impress. They’ve already seen my black eye, and thankfully they didn’t push for more details when I'd gotten here yesterday. The main thing they wanted to know was if I was an adult. Apparently, they have a separate haven for teens on the run.

Years ago, I met a female officer that was working at an event my mother hosted. In a bold move, I reached out and confided in her because I knew she'd understand. She knew who my father was and that there wasn't going to be much the police could do.

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Petra is not an escort—but she does answer the phones at one such agency. When she receives a call from a scarred veteran named Barry, he makes a request she never saw coming. He needs a date to his brother’s wedding in order to honor his elderly grandmother’s final wish to see him settled down. One problem? None of the other girls are available, leaving Petra, a mere receptionist with no dating experience, to pretend to be Barry’s girlfriend at the wedding. But when their attraction detonates on sight, what starts as pretend doesn’t stay that way long. After all, there’s only one bed…and their relationship is definitely the only thing being faked

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Petra

The phone rings and I jolt, causing the perfect cat eye that I’m applying with electric-blue liquid liner to go crooked. Exhaling with a huff, I slump into the leather armchair and wrinkle my nose at the hollering landline. I am not cut out for this receptionist job, but I wasn’t exactly given a choice when it came to my employment, was I?

I am the youngest of five sisters.

The runt.

The brat.

The grunt.

An endless source of amusement to my four older sisters, each of whom owns a stake in Sweet Fleet: An Escort Agency, based just outside of good old Las Vegas.

They escort, while I schedule their dates from the safety of my boring air-conditioned office. And don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t rather be working in the field. No way. It is my goal in life to never be pawed by some garlic-breathed businessman in the high roller suite of the MGM. That life is not for me. Not that I’m judging.

But I’d rather be doing something else.

Petra Kowalski: Makeup Artist to the Stars.

Heck, I’d take a company of showgirls. I just want to work with makeup.

Anything to avoid answering this phone and having to hear the lecherous excitement in the voice of another client. But that’s what I get paid to do…and this call has been ringing a while, so I better answer.

While leaning forward and attempting to fix my smudged cat eye, I hit the button for speakerphone, since I’m alone in the office. “Good evening,” I say in a practiced, sultry tone. Have to create the right vibe, don’t I? “This is Sweet Fleet. What can we do for you?”

There’s a long pause on the other end. Then, finally, “Yeah. Hi.”

My eyes widen involuntarily, caught off guard by the deepest voice I’ve ever heard. Male. Gruff. Resonant. “Hello, sir. Are you calling to schedule a date?”

The sound of pacing commences on his end of the line. “Something like that.”

Uh oh.

This guy must be into something kinky, but he’s not ready to share any particulars. Maybe it’s just his first time pursuing a particular fetish and he’s shy talking about it? It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened. It wouldn’t even be the first time this week.

I’m a virgin myself. But I’ve gotten quite an education sitting in this chair.

I probably know more about sex than any other virgin on planet earth.

“Sir, I’ve been working the phones for Sweet Fleet for a whole year. There is no kink this gal hasn’t heard about. Believe me. This is a judgment-free zone.”

His laugh is chagrined. Pleasant, too, oddly enough. “It’s not…a kink thing.”

Sure. “Oh.”

“I’ve just never done this before. I never thought I would.”

“I see.” I frown at my reflection in the makeup mirror. I’m used to first timers, as well, but there’s something different about this guy. He’s not eager and out of breath, the way most callers get when they’re arranging to meet an escort. “Why don’t we start with your name.”

“Right. Barry.”

“Barry,” I echo, adding a little coaxing to my tone, my finger winding around the curly phone cord. “What’s your idea of a perfect date?”

He’s quiet for a good five seconds. “Are you old enough to be taking these calls?”

I rear back, affronted. “What? I’m using my most seductive voice!”

He makes a skeptical sound. “I can still tell you’re young.”

“I’m nineteen, thank you very much.”

“Nineteen? Okay, I’m going to hang up now.”

“No! Wait!” I listen for the void of disconnection to hit my ear, but thankfully the quiet sound of him breathing is still there. “I only do the scheduling, Barry. Calm down.”

He laughs without humor. It turns into a sigh. “Look, I don’t know what I’m supposed to ask for. I have a unique situation.”

Relieved he’s talking again and I haven’t blown it with a client, I wake up my computer screen by wiggling the mouse. The color-coded calendar appears, along with our core offerings. “Well, we have a few different options. Why don’t I go over them with you? You can tell me if one of them fits the bill.”

“I highly doubt that’s going to happen.”

“You’ll be surprised.” I clear my throat. “First up, we have the Instant Gratification Package. That one has an hourly rate.” He’s a first timer, right? I should be extra clear, just so he doesn’t get confused. “You engage in sex—”

“I’ve got the picture.”

“That’s not what you’re looking for,” I surmise. “Okay. We have the Date Night Package. One of our girls is your companion for the whole evening. Take her to dinner, to a show. Even a work function. They are all excellent conversationalists and can adapt to any scenario. At the end of the night, sex is certainly on the table, but it’s an upcharge.”

Spoiler alert: they always request the upcharge.

“We’re getting warmer,” Barry says dryly. “Except for that last part.”

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Killian's whole hitman life is spun into chaos when a quirky, innocent heiress with a head full of rainbows and unicorns hops into his car, mistaking him for her driver. He was sent to find her, and she fell right into his lap wielding a lightsaber and wearing a crown of real jewels. She has a knack for doing that. New mission: keep the girl alive and kill anyone who tries to dampen the sunshine she gives the world. She is, after all, his Zolotse.

Teddy has luck on her side when all her planned sneaky adventures start to crumble away. The luck comes in the form of a sexy Russian tatted driver that is three times her size. He may appear intimidating, but he's the sweetest man she's ever met. When her flight gets cancelled, Killian is there to save the day! He has a knack for that. How lucky can one girl get? New mission: have the adventure of a lifetime with the most handsome man she has ever met. He is, after all, her sweetheart.

"Meet-Cute the Hitman" weaves humor and heart in a story where love and danger collide, leaving readers wondering if love can truly conquer all

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Chapter One

TEDDY

Iimpatiently wait for my best friend to come online. Okay, she might be my only friend under the age of sixty, but that’s beside the point. This is the one time of day she can always be online. The man who keeps her trapped is going out for a few hours. He has the same routine every day. Where he goes, we don’t have a clue, but one day, I’ll figure it out. It is my new mission, my first really, but you gotta start somewhere.

I perk up when I see the little green light flick on, telling me that she's online. Quickly I put my headphones on and make sure that I’m connected. Roland sets a Shirley Temple down next to me with extra cherries. My absolute favorite, but he says I call everything my favorite.

What? Can't a girl love a lot of things?

"Do you need anything else?" he asks.

I hadn't even asked for the drink, but I swear Roland can read my mind at times. He's been in my life since before I could really remember, having worked for my grandmother for decades. I suppose now he works for me, but it's strange to think that. Also sad at times because it’s a reminder that I’m on my own now. Roland is the closest thing to family I have left.

"I'm good, but thank you," I tell him.

Roland gives a stiff nod before turning to leave. He lives on the estate, and we never have guests except for staff, but still he insists on wearing that butler suit outfit thingy. It appears too stuffy to me, but I’m not the one who has to wear it.

I should zip it on the topic. I'm not one to talk. I never go anywhere, but every day I get up and get ready like I'm going to a tea party. It’s a habit I formed with my grandma, and now I love it. Just like my Shirley Temple. I take a giant sip of it.

"I'm here." Lily's voice comes through the headphones. "He lingered today." I know the he she’s speaking of is her guardian, Tristan.

"What do you mean?" I ask in a low whisper. "Is he on to us?"

"I don't believe so. He mentioned a trip he has to go on for work."

"Really?" That might actually be rather helpful for us.

Tristan does travel often for work. At least that's what he tells Lily. She checked his calendar one day when she snuck into his office but didn't see any trips scheduled. We wanted to line up our secret plan with one of them, but nothing had been on the calendar in the following months. That was actually more abnormal than anything.

"He said it was last minute, and he'll give me more details later, but I think we're still good to go."

I puff out a breath. "Either way, I can hang around until we can strike."

"Strike?" Lily laughs. Strike her up an escape plan.

Lily can never go anywhere without a bodyguard. Tristan believes danger is around every corner. He takes her care to a whole other level. It’s truly insane.

Tristan had taken over as Lily’s guardian a few years back when her parents died. She came home for the funeral, having been away at school. Lily is always away, or she was when she was still in school.

It's how we met. Years ago, we both participated in a summer program and maintained constant contact. I hated the program. It was about etiquette. It was to train you for high society. My grandmother was more trying to get me out of the house. I'd been excited at first, but it ended up the same as school had, an awful experience that I never wanted to repeat.

I was always the target for bullying. School was miserable, and it also took almost an hour to get to, which is why Grandma had taken me out and hired tutors. When I'd gone to the summer program, it was more of the same until Lily stepped in. She wouldn't let anyone pick on me. Lily might be tiny, but she's got the mouth of a sailor and the audacity of a man. That’s what Grams would say when she’d hear her over my headphones.

This time it's my turn to save her from being locked away in the gilded tower Tristan has put her in. Sure, it's not a total jail, but there isn't much of an option for her, and honestly, Lily believes if she does push back, Tristan would put a lock on it. That's why it's better we just go ahead with our plan and then deal with the fallout. Then she will be back here with me.

Lily might live in the elite society world, but she doesn’t have access to money. That’s where I come in. Apparently, I’m loaded. When my grandma passed away a few months ago, I was left with everything. Though I’d give it all back to have her instead.

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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)

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She needs a fake boyfriend.
He needs a second chance.
Neither of them saw THIS coming.
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ELIAS
Elise Walters has no idea I’ve been obsessed with her for ten years.
The quiet girl who tutored me in senior year.
The one whose horror stories I collected like a fu**ing creep.
The one I never had the balls to ask out.
When she walks into my game with my best friend, James, I can barely keep my shit together. She’s stunning and completely unaware I exist beyond “that basketball guy from high school.”
Then I hear her desperately asking James to fake-date her for our reunion.
Apparently, the mean girl who made her life hell is still at it, and Elise needs backup.
With zero hesitation, I offer myself instead.
She thinks I’m doing her a favor.
She thinks this is all about her plan.
Her revenge. Her backup.
But…
She has no clue I’d use any excuse to get close to her again.
Her plan is simple: we show up together, make everyone jealous, then go our separate ways. But I’ve wanted this woman for a decade.
Now that the universe has given me a second chance, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.
Fake dating?
Not a fu**ing chance

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ELISE

Must be nice being right all the time, Mia. You insufferable oaf.

"Did you want oat milk or almond?" I fight to keep my voice steady as I tamp down espresso grounds because if I don't keep my hands busy, I might just reach over and yank her hair.

"Oh, Elise!" Mia's perfectly glossy lips curve into what a casual observer might mistake for a smile. "I told you ten years ago you wouldn't amount to anything, and look, you're still making coffee."

My hand freezes on the portafilter, its hot metal rim burning my palm. I don't pull away. The pain keeps me from saying what I want to say, which would probably get me fired from my sister's coffee shop.

"I mean, we all have different journeys." Mia's voice drips with honey-coated condescension as she aims her phone at me, panning slowly across the cafe. I see the little red recording light and know I'm being immortalized in her Instagram story. Just my luck. "Some of us just take longer to find success. Dreams take time, right?"

The espresso machine hisses, matching the sound building in my throat. I want to tell her to fuck off, to stop filming me, to go back to whatever pilates-keto-bullshit influencer collab brought her to this side of town. Instead, I silently prepare her drink, focusing on the swirl of milk, and keeping my emotions in check.

"Oh! Before I forget." She slides a cream-colored envelope across the counter. "Ten-year reunion at James Khan's hotel downtown. You should come—might be good networking. Everyone's path is different." She pauses, her perfectly manicured nail tapping the envelope. "You are coming, right?"

I nod. Just once.

"Great!" She takes her latte without thanking me. "Can't wait to catch up more."

The bell above the door chimes as she leaves, her departure sucking all the oxygen from the room.

I stare at the envelope, coffee grounds still stuck to my fingers. Jane emerges from the back room the moment the door closes.

She wipes her hands on her apron, frowning. "Was that who I think it was?"

"Yep." I pop the 'p' sound, a habit when I'm trying not to scream. "Queen Bee-atch herself."

"What did she want?"

I hold up the reunion invitation. "To remind me I'm a failure."

"Elise—"

"It's fine." I am so not ready for the pep talk. "She's right anyway."

Like, seriously, right?

The email is still open on my phone upstairs. Rejection number seventeen. This literary agent didn't even bother with personalized feedback—just a template that says, in summary: "You are not as talented as you think you are." Five years of writing my horror novel, re-writing, editing, sending out queries, getting nowhere.

The only monster in my story is the publishing industry.

Ugh!

Jane watches me with the careful expression she's perfected since I quit my job at the online news outlet and moved into the studio apartment above her coffee shop. She offered me this barista position as a lifeline while I 'figure things out'. That was eighteen months ago, and I am nowhere close to reaching my dreams now than I was then. Still figuring.

"We're low on beans," I say, desperate to change the subject. "I'll do inventory after the rush."

My sister nods, but her eyes say everything she doesn't.

You're better than this. You deserve more. Don't let Mia Snow get to you.

I'm terrible at taking advice, even the silent kind, so I do what I do best—ignore it all.

My phone pings while I'm sorting through bean deliveries that evening. I almost ignore it, assuming it's another promotional email or, worse, a social media notification about Mia's latest post. When I finally glance at the screen, James's name lights up my notifications.

James: Elias playing in town next Friday. Got VIP seats. Coming with?

My pulse quickens like I've shotgunned three espressos. I haven't seen James in person since Christmas, though we text every few weeks—mostly memes and updates about his hotel empire. He's the only person from high school I still talk to. I've carefully avoided mentioning my stalled writing career, calling it a "side hustle" whenever he asks.

He also has no idea I've been half in love with his best friend for a decade.

I remember the first time I saw Elias King. Freshman year, Mia "accidentally" bumped into me in the hallway, sending my books scattering across the floor. While she continued walking, not even breaking stride in her conversation, Elias stopped. He crouched down, gathered my copy of Stephen King's Carrie, and handed it back with a smile that made my tongue forget how to form words.

"Good book," he said. "Though not really my top three."

I managed to nod, clutching the novel to my chest as he jogged to catch up with his friends. It was nothing to him, just a moment of basic human decency. To me, it was everything.

Two years later, James told me how Elias had publicly declared that anyone who bullied James would answer to him, effectively ending the torment James had endured since elementary school. They became inseparable after that. It only made me crush harder, knowing Elias wasn't just the hottest man I've ever seen, but genuinely kind.

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She’s not his. She never was. But he raised her like she was.

Winona was never supposed to be this grown. This curvy. This much of a brat.
She parades around the house he built for her like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to him. But she knows. Oh, she knows—and she wants him to snap.
She’s eighteen with a look in her eyes that makes grown men suffer.
He protected her. Gave her everything. Did the right thing.
But now, he wants more.
And once she sees what’s coming for her, all she can say is ‘ouch’.

Author’s Note: You know exactly what this is. Filthy, fast, and wrong in all the right ways. If that’s your thing? Daddy’s home. Safe, no cheating ever, don’t come for the plot. But as always, they get a hot, hard happily ever after

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Chapter One

Reuben

Coming home is the best and worst part of every day.

It wasn’t always like that, but the last six months have been a horror show.

First, it’s because Winona, my deceased best friend’s daughter, who, for all intents and purposes, I’ve raised for the last six and a half years, has turned into sin incarnate. I want to spend every fucking second of every day near her, but she’s pushing me damn near to a nervous breakdown, parading around the house in just a t-shirt and panties most of the time. No matter how many times I tell her to go put clothes on, she just smiles and does what she wants.

Fucking brat.

But the more she pushes back at me, the harder my dick gets, and at almost forty years old, I’ve never sported a boner bigger, harder, or more deviant in its fantasies than I have the last few months.

But, it’s not just Winona that’s making it hard to come home to the house I built for us four years ago, it’s her mother, too, and for totally different reasons.

Rage-filled and a fan of Diet Coke and Southern Comfort, Catrina thinks the world is her oyster, but expects me to be the one funding her lavish lifestyle.

I take a moment to breathe as I wind up the driveway to the house, scanning the back acreage of the two hundred and sixty that’s my safe haven from the world outside. I bought it to bring some fresh perspective to Winona and to selfishly give her everything her heart desires hoping she would never think to look to another man for anything.

My phone buzzes as I pull my Denali into the carport attached to the side of the house next to the door, and Winona’s face appears on the screen with her tongue stuck out. I let her choose her ringtone and the contact image, and little does she know I’ve put that image with her tongue out onto my fucking dick several times a day ever since, imagining what it would feel like to have it licking up my shaft for real.

“Yesssss.” I tap accept on her FaceTime call and squeeze my temples in a silent plea to my already-hardening dick to keep things under control.

“Daddy!” She chirps, and any hope for control sails out the window and disappears on the early Spring Michigan breeze.

“Daughter.” I take a breath, hating myself for playing this little game with her, but knowing I have zero control.

It was her idea to call me Daddy when she was still in pigtails. Her father, my best friend and brother in all ways except blood, was “Dad” to her, and I was around all the fucking time, so she started to tell everyone I was her second father. Then, she branded me with the Daddy title, and there was no fucking turning back.

But since she turned the corner on adulthood, it’s taken on a whole new meaning.

“Joey says you told him to go home for the day. Is that true?” I do my best to glare at her, but when she nods and grins it’s pretty much fucking impossible.

“He was sick, Daddy. Sneezing and coughing. He needs to rest.”

I grunt in reply.

Only fucking bodyguard in the world who takes orders from the eighteen-year-old girl he’s supposed to be protecting. Well, bodyguard is stretching it. Joey used to work security at my construction company, until I needed someone to drive my little girl to school and back. He’s the only motherfucker in the world I trust with her, because he’s both enormous and intimidating, and when it comes to romantic interest, he’s a man’s man if you know what I mean.

Her pink cherub cheeks are more flushed than usual, and the immediate urge to ask her if she’s feeling okay catches in my throat as she smiles and points both her index fingers to her lips.

“See these?”

I don’t only fucking see them, I fucking dream about them, little girl. “Yes, baby. What about them?”

“They’re hungry, and you said you would be home an hour ago.” She pokes out that bottom lip, and God help me, cum seeps from the tip of my now painfully swollen dick.

I’ve always been an in-charge kind of guy, but when Stan died six years ago in a work accident that turned all our worlds upside down, my need for control multiplied a hundred-fold, especially when it came to his daughter.

“Well, I’m here now, and you know what I always say about hunger, right?” I sniff, run my hand down my thighs, and catch movement through the window next to the side door. The muscles down my back tighten when I see Catrina making her way toward the bar along the back wall of the kitchen.

“Hunger makes a good gravy,” Winona says on an eye roll, her cute as fuck little black bangs brushing on her lashes. They’re chopped in crooked chunks because she refuses to go to a salon. That’s a story for another time, but the one time she let Catrina cut her hair, it ended in tears and a screaming match, because her mother insisted on giving her ‘long layers’, whatever the fuck that means, and Winona wanted a ‘blunt cut’. Again, I have no fucking idea what any of that means, except that it resulted in the two women in my house making my life hell for two fucking days while they fought over hair.

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Brutal Obsession (Caruso Cosa Nostra #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes http://www.wownovels.com/brutal-obsession-caruso-cosa-nostra-1-read-online-shandi-boyes Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:04:31 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/brutal-obsession-caruso-cosa-nostra-1-read-online-shandi-boyes Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia Authors: Shandi Boyes Series: Caruso Cosa Nostra Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 99
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Valentina:

The Caruso family is legendary in Sicily. They’re powerful, untouchable, and rumored to have their hands in everything from imports to politics.

I won’t mention the things better left unspoken.

Someone perpetually late and as styleless as she is poor should be an unlikely match for the Don of the Cosa Nostra.

Not only do I get a second glance, I’m also tossed headfirst into a scandal so salacious it’s front-page news.

Since I refuse to rehash my mother’s mistakes, I try to ignore the tension hot enough to burn, but obsession is a brutal game, and Giovanni Caruso never loses.

Giovanni:

Attachments are dangerous.
They make you hesitant.
They make you weak.

And yet, when a fresh face in our great country steps in danger’s path, I respond without considering how my gallantry will favor my family or myself.

For thirty-four years, I discredited my father’s claim that he knew my mother was “it” after only seeing her once.

The instant Valentina Raimondi peered up at me, I understood.

My fixation with the curvaceous beauty is immediate and borderline psychotic, and although obsession is a dangerous thing, I can’t suspend our thrilling game of chase.

Valentina is mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to convince her otherwise… including the woman I’m contracted to marry.

Brutal Obsession is a standalone age-gap mafia romance with a curvy heroine, and the man utterly obsessed with her

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VALENTINA

I’m late. Again.

While I curse the stupid Maps app as if it’s solely to blame for my tardiness, my inexpensive heels batter the uneven cobblestones in the heart of Carlisle. Their stomps mirror the discouraged honks of the early-morning commuters who loathe as much as I do that peak-hour traffic starts well before dawn.

The sun has barely risen, and its low hang creates shadows on historic architecture I’d slow to admire if I weren’t on a time crunch.

Carlisle is a sunburned metropolis on the north coast of Sicily. Nestled between rolling lemon groves and the sparkling blue waves of the Tyrrhenian Sea, it’s the perfect location for rest and recovery.

Well, that’s what I told myself three months ago when I abandoned everything familiar for this country’s promise of solace.

Willing the blue dot on my phone’s screen to magically fix itself, I follow its directions to the wire. An additional thousand steps don’t resolve my issue. The Maps app continuously leads me to a decommissioned council building instead of the hospital I’m seeking.

Carlisle’s labyrinthine streets mock modern technology, but I doubt I’d fare better with paper maps. All the old buildings painted in white, terracotta, and pale-blue hues look exactly the same. I can’t tell a family-run bakery from a gelato store.

Anger reddens my cheeks when my phone notifies me to turn left.

“There is no left! So how the hell am I meant to turn left?”

I’m already strangling my phone, but my clutch firms enough to crack the screen when a message from Dr. Russo’s secretary pops up. If I don’t arrive at Ospedale San Giorgio’s in ten minutes, Dr. Russo’s secretary will postpone our meeting until after Dr. Russo returns from a six-week international conference.

Determined not to let technology sabotage a mission over a year in the making, I quicken my pace. This morning’s meeting isn’t with the local council’s corrupt building inspector. It’s far more important than hiding the cracks of an unsteady foundation so I don’t end up homeless. This could unravel my entire existence.

“Dio mio,” I mutter, glancing at the time.

I wouldn’t be on such a time crunch if I’d left earlier, but my hair loathes extreme humidity, and I didn’t foresee a dead battery. I’m usually the first to arrive…

Actually, scrap that. Tardiness has become my middle name of late. It isn’t my fault. Carbs are cheap, but they also demand weekly wardrobe tweaks. Since laundry day isn’t until tomorrow, I’m down to the bare basics. My blouse is barely holding together. Three buttons are all that stand between disaster and me. My ample cleavage won’t survive a fourth loss.

After regulating my breathing, which I’m praying will reduce the likelihood of being arrested for public indecency, I close the Maps app and scroll through the Photos app. Carlisle is a patchwork of identical buildings and picturesque coastlines, but if any of the business names match those I’ve passed three times this morning, perhaps sometime within the next century, I’ll escape the maze endeavoring to swallow me whole.

I find the image I’m seeking as a horn blasts in the distance. I hardly notice it. I glue my eyes to my phone’s screen, anxious to identify the name of the giant stone wall blocking my path.

I’m in such a hurry that I don’t register the smoothness of the curb compared to the unevenness of the footpath, nor do I hear the truck hurtling down the main road at a reckless speed. My focus is fixed on the universally known hospital icon on the old-school map I snapped a picture of months ago, and relief surges through me when I realize it’s mere blocks away.

I’m oblivious to the danger roaring my way, but thankfully, not everyone’s brain is as sluggish as mine when denied a morning shot of espresso.

A rough, urgent hand snatches my arm and plucks me out of the path of danger with barely a second to spare. My phone slips from my hand, and before I can catch it, I’m flattened against the cool metal of a dark SUV.

The good Samaritan who saved me from a head-on collision with a truck shields me with his body as the speeding motorist thunders past us. Our near miss is so close that the air whistling from the undercarriage of the truck whips my hair back and rattles my core.

That was a close call.

Too close.

For several heart-thrashing seconds, only my pounding pulse and the fading echo of the truck’s horn fill the silence.

Even with imminent disaster gone, the stranger doesn’t release me from his protective cocoon. I don’t mind. My skyrocketing heart rate is settling, but the spasms in the lower half of my body remain steadfast. They make me wonder if they stem from fear or if they’re associated with something I’ve not experienced in a long time.

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Rebel (Hounds of Hellfire MC #11) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.wownovels.com/rebel-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-11-read-online-fiona-davenport Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:55:22 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/rebel-hounds-of-hellfire-mc-11-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Hounds of Hellfire MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Ronan “Rebel” Blackwood had seen enough of his club brothers fall hard and fast to know Clara Winslet was his the second she crashed into him. The Hounds’ enforcer decided right then that the sassy woman was getting his patch.
Clara never expected Rebel to show up at her family farm night after night, locking the place down tight and stealing her heart in the process. But when danger creeps too close, Rebel will burn through anything standing between him and keeping Clara safe

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REBEL

The Hounds of Hellfire MC clubhouse was filled with relief when we returned, the tension from earlier finally giving way to laughter and easy camaraderie. My muscles were still taut from the confrontation we’d just come from, my hands flexing instinctively as the adrenaline slowly faded. I stood slightly apart, observing quietly as my brothers spread through the space, each drawn toward their women like magnets, the embraces that followed unmistakably possessive.

The comfortable intimacy between the couples created a sense of envy in my chest. Not that I’d admit it out loud. It had been a damn long time since I’d let myself think about settling down or wanting someone that close.

Ace, our treasurer, moved immediately toward Poppy, his stride swift and purposeful. The intensity in his eyes told anyone watching exactly how much he needed to see her after what we’d just handled. We’d eliminated the threat against her, and I could only imagine his relief.

He caught her face in his big hands and kissed her deeply, unapologetic about his claim as he pulled her tight against him. Our president, King, approached them, a tiny lift at the corners of his mouth as he handed over the leather property vest he’d probably had for weeks. Ace had made it clear that Poppy was it for him right after they met.

Poppy’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with pure happiness as Ace settled the vest over her shoulders. It was impossible not to notice the way they looked at each other—raw, fiercely protective, and completely in love.

My gaze drifted slightly to the left, and every muscle in my body suddenly locked tight. Standing beside Poppy was a woman I’d never seen before, but in a single breath, she owned every ounce of my attention. A strange, possessive heat rolled through me as I took her in.

Thick chestnut hair was loosely braided and hung over one shoulder. The low lighting in the lounge was just bright enough to catch copper highlights threaded through the strands. She had the kind of curves that made my pulse spike hard. Her lush hips were wrapped in worn jeans that hugged her like they were made just for her. A simple flannel shirt was knotted loosely at her waist, accentuating those curves and drawing my attention exactly where it shouldn’t linger in public.

She wasn’t just beautiful, she was fucking captivating. Her skin was kissed by the sun, a delicate warmth that made my fingers itch to touch. She seemed completely unaware of my eyes tracking her every move. Her smile was bright and effortlessly radiant as she spoke with Poppy, her eyes dancing with animated laughter as she admired the newly presented vest. She had no idea I was watching, completely oblivious to the possessive heat coiling through me with every passing second.

The intensity of my reaction caught me completely off guard. As I watched her, that unexpected longing tightening my chest wasn’t envy anymore. It was something deeper, more primal—a fierce, instinctive recognition that she belonged to me.

She took a step back and bumped directly into my chest. Instinctively, my hands shot out to grip her arms, steadying her. Heat sparked through my fingertips at the contact, catching me off guard. When she spun around, those amber eyes met mine, wide and startled for a brief second before her full, pouty lips curved into a bright smile that sent another shock wave straight to my groin.

“Oops! Sorry about that.” Laughter bubbled beneath her voice as her gaze moved over me, curiosity and surprise clear in those mesmerizing eyes.

I managed a stiff nod, but words failed me. A brooding scowl tugged automatically at my features, masking the turmoil inside me. As my stare swept slowly over her face, the subtle flush on her cheeks, the curve of her neck, and those lush curves, I couldn’t hold back the muttered curse under my breath. “Fucking hell.”

Her smile faltered slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion as she turned back to Poppy and rolled her eyes in amused frustration. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to belong to one of these guys.”

Something possessive snapped inside me, instantly accepting what my body already knew—she was mine. Before I even realized what I was doing, the words were growling out of me, low and rough with irritation. “You’ll know soon enough.”

She whipped around to face me again, her hands landing firmly on those curvy hips, her chin lifting stubbornly as her brows rose. The defiance in her stance sent another hot rush of desire through me, nearly stealing my breath. “Pardon?”

I didn’t answer right away as my eyes held hers for a long, tense moment. I was acutely aware of Ace’s gaze on us, and the surprised silence that had fallen over the others nearby. But I was too caught up in this overwhelming certainty to care.

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Sinclair “Sin” Hawthorne doesn’t do feelings.
He does missions, muscle, and making sure the people under his protection live long enough to annoy him tomorrow.

After one too many close calls overseas, Sin takes a “quiet” stateside assignment with the Maddox BRAVO team: protect a high-profile woman who’s become a walking magnet for trouble. The plan is simple—keep her safe, keep it professional, keep his heart out of it.
Then he meets her.
She’s sunshine with a smart mouth, chaotic competence, and a talent for turning Sin’s perfectly controlled life into a romcom disaster with great hair. She’s also not thrilled about having a six-foot-something human shield following her around like a grumpy shadow.
When an escalating threat forces them into a secluded safe house, Sin goes into full lockdown mode. One location. One security detail. Too many stolen glances. And way too much chemistry for a man who thinks “emotional vulnerability” is a tactical error.
But the closer danger creeps, the harder it becomes for Sin to pretend this is just a job.
Because protecting her body is easy.

Protecting his heart?
That might be the mission that takes him out

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ONE

SIN

The sun hangs low over the horizon like a bloodshot eye, casting long shadows across the cracked tarmac of this godforsaken private airstrip just outside El Paso. The desert wind howls in fits and starts, whipping up dust devils that twist and dance like drunken spirits before collapsing into nothing. I lean against the side of the blacked-out Tahoe, arms crossed tight over my chest, trying to ignore the grit settling into every crease of my tactical pants. I’ve been in worse spots—sandstorms in the Middle East, monsoon floods in Southeast Asia—but this? This feels like a special kind of hell. A family reunion disguised as a mission, or maybe the other way around. Either way, I’m already regretting every damn life choice that landed me here.

My brothers are scattered around like pieces on a chessboard, each one moving with that Hawthorne precision we’ve all honed over years of chaos. Nash, the eldest, is at the center of it, barking orders like he’s still in command of some black-ops unit. “Banks, get that satellite feed up— I want eyes on the approach roads before we roll out.” His voice cuts through the wind, steady and unyielding, the way it’s been since we were kids and he stepped up after Dad vanished.

Banks nods without looking up, his fingers flying over the laptop perched on the hood of the Jeep. “On it. Signal’s spotty out here—desert interference—but I’ll patch it through the booster.” He’s the tech wizard, always has been, turning code and circuits into weapons sharper than any blade.

Crewe’s off to the side, binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scans the perimeter. He’s the strategist, the one who sees three moves ahead. “Clear on the north ridge. No heat signatures. But that wash to the east could hide a sniper if the light drops fast.”

Jace and Colt are unloading duffels from the back of the second vehicle, trading barbs like it’s a sport. “You packed enough C4 to level a mountain, or you planning on building one?” Jace grunts, heaving a heavy bag to the ground.

Colt smirks, slinging his own gear over his shoulder. “Better than your lightweight bullshit. What, you bring hair gel instead of ammo?” They’re the youngest, the muscle twins, built like tanks and twice as unbreakable. Watching them, you’d think this was just another op, not the hunt for the ghost that’s haunted us all since Mack was fifteen and the rest of us were scrambling to fill the void Dad left.

And then there’s Mack. He’s standing a little apart from the group, staring at his phone like it’s a live grenade. He’s been off since he touched down—distracted, quieter than usual. I know why. Indigo. The supermodel who turned our stoic brother into a lovesick fool in under a week. Good for him. Love looks solid on the guy. But right now, with his jaw clenched and his thumb hovering over the screen, it looks like it’s tearing him up inside.

I push off the Tahoe, boots crunching on the gravel as I walk over. “She text back yet?”

He glances up, eyes shadowed. “Yeah. Just... saying goodbye again. Hates that I’m out here.”

“Smart woman.” I clap his shoulder. “But we finish this, you go home to her. Simple.”

He nods, but there’s a flicker in his gaze—doubt, maybe. Or something heavier. Mom’s words from that airport showdown still hang over us all like a bad omen. Don’t go. Let him stay dead. I shove the thought down deep, where it joins the pile of crap I don’t let surface. Feelings are liabilities. They cloud judgment, slow reflexes. I’ve learned that the hard way—one too many close calls overseas, watching buddies bleed out because someone got emotional on the trigger.

Nash finally folds the map, looking up from the hood. “Alright, listen up. Lead’s solid—mining camp two hours north, near the border. Intel says a guy matching Dad’s description was spotted there six months back. Tall, scarred cheek, limp he picked up... somewhere. Could be a drifter. Could be him. We go in quiet—recon only tonight. No contact unless it’s confirmed. Sin, you’re riding point on the approach. Eyes sharp.”

I nod once, already mentally mapping the terrain. “Copy. I’ll take the ridge line, flank east. If there’s movement, you’ll know.”

He studies me a second too long, that big-brother radar pinging. “You’ve been quiet, Sin.”

“I’m always quiet.”

“Quieter than usual. Something eating you?”

I shrug it off. “Jet lag. And Mom’s text last night didn’t help.”

The group stills a bit at that. Crewe lowers the binos. “What’d she say?”

“Same as what she told Mack. Don’t chase him. Let him stay dead.” I spit the words out like they taste bad, because they do. Mom’s always been the rock—raising seven of us after the “accident” that took Dad. But this? This feels like a crack in the foundation.

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After running away from his heritage, former District Attorney Gage Gibson returned to his roots—cattle ranching.
Things were running smoothly…in fact, much better than he expected, but a quick lunch with some of his law enforcement buddies changed everything. Gage got himself a stalker, a sexy stalker at that. He’d left their get-together missing something but decided it was best to forget the red-headed beauty.

Running scared, Hope Cummings had to get out of Texas and away from the man who helped make her and the man he sold her freedom to. Ducking and dodging people, including an insanely hot cowboy, she found herself trapped like a rat.
With nowhere to run, she had to give her trust to the handsome stranger.

Gage wouldn’t take her safety lightly; he’d protect her with his life

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Chapter One

Two older, well-dressed men sit across from each other in expensive winged-back leather chairs, discussing a business deal. One that could destroy the heart and soul of a young lady as she listens in. “Alfonzo, she’s worth the ten million.”

Hope closed her eyes, trying to breathe, but the burning ache in her chest made it difficult. Her father’s words were like a hot branding iron on her heart.

Ten million, Hope mouthed, incredulously shaking her head as she sat in the tiny hidden room between her father’s office and the library. A lone tear spilled down her face, falling onto her lap. She was nothing but a commodity to be traded. A lifetime investment that had reached maturity with a massive payout.

From the moment her mother died, she’d been nothing but a burden to her father. When she received a large inheritance from her mother’s side, he demanded she sign it over to him for her safety because he believed she owed him. Her father forced Hope to sign over the twenty million dollars to build his empire and to buy this estate.

It made no difference to her if she had twenty million or twenty thousand as long as she escaped her father’s clutches—something she’d been waiting to do since her mother died eight years ago. Her father had done every to break her, but this topped it all. Selling off her innocence and freedom was monstrous.

Gaining control of herself, she tilted her ear toward the door and listened in.

“No woman’s pussy is worth ten million—not even an untouched one,” the Latin drug lord scoffed in his rich, deep accent. “Your daughter is lovely. And I’d love to take her as my mistress, but for no more than two.” The blatant exchange had crossed into a negotiations and Hope prayed that the man would refuse the deal.

“You can’t pump it up to three? She’s beautiful.”

Hope choked back the tears, pressing her hand over her mouth to stop herself from releasing even the smallest gasp and alerting them to her presence. She was well aware of her father’s hatred for her and that he never truly loved his daughter. If he found her in this room, he’d have her in Alfonzo Navarro’s hands on the spot.

Hope had never sensed any love from her father or even seen a hint of it throughout her life, but this was beyond pitiful. All her life, she’d wondered why he bothered to keep her under lock and key when he never cared for her. Now she learned the sickening truth. She’d been a valuable good, gaining stock as her body blossomed into a statuesque redhead with killer tits and ass.

Her mother had been radiant and stunning with silky red hair and fair skin, and Hope shared those exact same features. She had the Irish roots embedded in her features, making her undeniably gorgeous and her father had used that to his advantage. Now, it made sense why he limited her contact with the outside world, especially the opposite sex.

“Two is my final offer. Take it or leave it, Cummings.” The man stood up, sliding the heavy chair back in the process. Hope jumped backward about a foot, startled by the movement. Luckily the sound of him standing up muffled her mistake. She closed her eyes, hoping her father would turn it down.

“I’ll take it. My habits are getting expensive,” Cummings responds with a lighthearted chuckle as if they were discussing a cattle sale.

A part of Hope died. The last vestiges of familial love had left her soul. She sat there with her arms around her waist, feeling broken, but she continued to eavesdrop on them while staying hidden from view.

“Well, be careful. You don’t have any other daughters to sell.” Cummings chuckled at Navarro’s warning as if the conversation had been on a frivolous topic. As if somehow those words weren’t based on his vile choices for his only child. “I want her to be seen by a doctor before she is brought to me. I don’t want damaged merchandise. I can’t say I don’t want her either way, but two million is too much for a popped cherry. Adios.”

“You don’t want to meet her?” Cummings asked Alfonzo.

“No. I have seen her picture. I might be too tempted to have a sample,” he insinuated with a lecherous grin. Hope wasn’t sure how she managed to hold down her breakfast as her body revolted at the image of him touching any bit of her. “I’ll be back in town next Sunday. By Monday, I want her in my possession. When she is in the car with my men, I’ll transfer the money. No games, Cummings, or you’ll regret you ever came to me for a favor.”

Monday—she had until Monday. Hope waited for them to leave the room before she snuck out of her father’s secret panel and then up to her room as quietly as possible. In the house, not a single soul would be looking for her. However, they guarded the front door like a hawk. No way in hell could she escape before they were on her.

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