Perfect Drug
Dark Knights in the City-
Book One
By Melinda Owens
Perfect Drug-Dark Knights in the City Book 1
Charlie Delmonico is a fixer. It’s what he does for a living. He fixes all the city’s problems.
For a fee.
And he wants to fix Amelia’s problems. Or use her for a fix, whichever works best.
Amelia works in the lobby of a building, until Charlie offers her a job she can’t refuse. Does she want to be fixed, though? Or does she just want Charlie to see her? To know her?
When Charlie gets involved with a deal involving four other guys, to ruin the city’s leader of the underworld, Amelia gets stuck in the middle.
She sees his true colors, and it tears them apart.
Even though Charlie is her perfect drug.
Biography
Melinda Owens was born in 2020, when the world turned dark. Her previous muses leaving her, she recreated herself as a darker author, saving her own sanity in a world with happily-ever-afters in spite of her own frustrating circumstances. She lives in East Texas with an abundance of cats and her family of giant people.
Credits and Acknowledgements
Editing by Kimberly Dawn
Cover by Graphics by Stacy
Cover Photography by Stacy Pardue
Interior Formatting by Melinda Owens
I have to acknowledge my husband, who has stuck by my side no matter how difficult I make that for him to do. He pretends that I’m perfect and there’s nothing wrong with me, when it’s clear to me, I’m a hot mess.
My editor has been so supportive and amazing, my boss has been the best, and my bestie, Allison has let me sit on her couch with my laptop on several occasions while I whine about website maintenance.
This is my tribe, and I’ve ever grateful for it.
Table of Contents
About this book
About the author
Credits and acknowledgements
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty-one
Chapter twenty-two
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter twenty-four
Chapter twenty-five
Chapter twenty-six
Chapter twenty-seven
Chapter twenty-eight
Chapter twenty-nine
Chapter thirty
Chapter thirty-one
Epilogue
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Dedication:
This entire series is dedicated to my bank family, especially Jessica and Debbie, who understood the dark place I was in when they offered, and I took the job there, and has helped nurse me through it over the past year. They have no idea what they’ve done for me, and this dedication is a tiny payback for the sanity they have provided me. Thank you guys so much.
Perfect Drug
Dark Knights in the City, Book One
Chapter One
Today was the day she was sure she’d lose her job.
Late, again. Amelia tried not to think about it, since there wasn’t a damn thing to do to fix things. She’d left as soon as she could, but driving in traffic when you know you’re late is so stress-inducing anyway. It was impossible to speed to get there on time, since there was a traffic accident ahead. Everyone else was stuck too. Nothing to be done for it.
This was her third time being late in a month, and she knew she would be in trouble for it. She’d tried talking to Neil, her boss. She’d explained that everyone else was trying to get to work at the same time, and it didn’t seem to matter how early or late she left her house, she was still borderline late almost every day. She’d asked for a different schedule. If she had to be there at seven instead of nine, she could leave at six and actually get there on time. There wouldn’t be as much traffic.
But he’d told her when she’d applied for, and gotten, the job that started at nine a.m., that’s when she needed to be there, period, or he would find someone who could.
The last tax notice had come yesterday, and thankfully, she’d opened it before Gram had. No telling what her great-grandma would have thought about seeing the news. It basically said the county would take hers and Gram’s home and sell it if they didn’t pay the back taxes in two weeks.
And she didn’t have it.
That was one of the things her grandma had taken care of without saying a word. When she’d died, Amelia had suddenly been in charge of everything. Suddenly in charge of her grandma’s mother, Amelia was not excelling at this adulting thing. Ever since she’d left for college, she had made one mistake after another. And now the family home was at stake, and she was stuck in a shitty job she was about to lose.
She inched by the accident that had held up traffic, snorting at the flat tire on the car, not quite out of the road. There were three wreckers, waiting to be called upon, taking up the entire lane. So it wasn’t really an accident at all. Just a flat tire taking up valuable highway real estate.
After Amelia passed it, the bottleneck was gone, and she zoomed the rest of the way as fast as she could.
But it wasn’t fast enough.
Amelia rushed up the steps to her office building, not having the time to admire the gloomy windows she loved. The architecture was what had initially drawn her to this building; tall, dark windows, spires and gargoyles, it was something out of a novel, and her imagination had captured her months before.
Now it was just a building where she worked. The magic had disappeared from the first interaction with her supervisor, the building manager, Neil Owens.
Lech.
She rushed over to her station at the desk in the lobby, where she greeted employees, visitors, and helped the wayward ones find their destinations.
“Hi,” she muttered to the guard, Larry, without looking up. She was focused on not drawing attention to her tardiness, but Brooke noticed.
Of course.
“You’re late again,” she scoffed as she examined her manicure. “Neil won’t like it. He said—“
“I know what he said,” Amelia mumbled as she tossed her purse and bag under the desk and sat in her chair to clock in on her monitor. “Gram had an issue this morning, and I had to deal with it.”
She’d started making her pickles early today, and Amelia hadn’t been prepared for it. After she’d emptied the jars from two days ago, and then the drive…
A massive box of stationary was unceremoniously dropped on the desk in front of her with a loud thud that made her jump in her seat.
“Glad you could join us, Miss Flores.” Neil’s voice dripped with disdain over her shoulder. “I need these addressed and in the mail by lunch. They’re due to go out today. The addresses are in your email.”
He stood behind her, too close. Brooke was looking up at him with a grin on her face. Amelia hated them. She was convinced they had something going on. As the building manager, Neil had more power than he deserved. He was in charge of cleaning, security, and maintenance as well as the building employees.
Like Amelia
, as he constantly reminded her.
Right now, as close as he was, she could feel the heat of his body on the back of her head, where his crotch was pressing into her ponytail, messing up the curls she had carefully done before she’d realized she’d forgotten to wash Gram’s pickle jars.
Nobody else could see it, with the possible exception of Brooke, who was blindly greeting people who entered the building and offering to look up and give directions to where they needed to go.
Meanwhile, Neil’s dick was pressed into the back of Amelia’s head.
With a sigh, she leaned forward to open her email and start addressing envelopes.
“You know you are on the last straw here, Amelia,” Neil had bent to whisper in her ear. “If you don’t finish this mail before you take your lunch, you’ll be in my office by one.” The words uttered in her ear left a slimy promise in their wake. She didn’t want to be in his office, ever. She could only imagine the begging and pleading he would want her to do to keep this job.
Suddenly, the air thickened and she knew exactly why. It happened every morning, when he came in. She could feel the air move around her, prickling her senses with an awareness. Her eyes rose to find the tall commanding figure standing directly in front of her.
“I’ll triple whatever he’s paying you to quit right now and come work for me.”
Charlie Delmonico.
Against her will, she sighed at the deep voice that brooked zero arguments. As always, she gazed at the plump lips, the chiseled features, perfectly combed light-brown hair, and then moving down to the rock-hard chest and upright shoulders. The man exuded authority in his expensive suits and wool overcoat slung over his arm, briefcase dangling from his hand. She waited for him to turn and continue to the elevators, like he always did, but today something was different.
He was looking at her.
He was standing here. At her desk. In front of her.
Had he spoken to her?
She blinked, realizing yes, he had spoken to her.
What had he said?
One eyebrow raised, he was waiting for an answer, and everything inside her said this man was not used to waiting. For anything. When he spoke again, she couldn’t take her eyes off his lips. “I guess I was wrong then?”
He was talking to her.
“Neil, I quit.” She reached under the desk for her purse and bag, and stood, pushing Neil backward with her chair, since he was in her space.
“You can’t just come down here and hire her like this,” Neil sputtered.
Mr. Delmonico turned to the security guard manning the desk next to them. “Larry, will you please send the last fifteen minutes of security footage from that camera to my phone.” He was pointing to the camera that captured the angle showing Neil grinding his crotch into the back of her head. “Also, if you could find the footage from 10:53 last Wednesday in the banquet kitchens, that would be exceptional.”
Neil was protesting. Brooke was gasping, showcasing a pretty pink tongue surrounded by red lipstick that matched her fingernails.
Brooke and Neil had a habit of going off together, and Amelia had suspected something, but their reaction was priceless, and she grinned as she walked around the desk to join her new boss.
“Right then, come on.” He led the way to the elevators and joined the small crowd of people waiting. She stood directly behind him, trying not to stare. People around them seemed to take a step away, as if they knew of Charlie Delmonico’s power and were afraid of it. They stood there, together, alone, silently.
Hire her? For what? Did she even care at this point?
Every morning, she saw Mr. Delmonico as he entered the building, greeted him, and watched him go to the elevators. The building held all sorts of offices, from oil companies to law firms to sales and service companies. She had no idea what he did, but judging by the private driver that let him off at the curb, dressed in a dark suit every morning, he was successful.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Amelia hated these elevators. She hated glass elevators in general, but these in particular since the building was so freaking tall. But triple pay was enough to get on them.
She followed Mr. Delmonico as well as a few others onto the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, she spun around, not willing to watch the landscaped atrium floor fall out from under her.
This way, she faced the tall, dangerously good-looking man whom she would no longer be looking at from afar as he came in the doors and silently made his way to the elevators.
Of course, he was looking at her. His lips were pursed, as if he were trying to decide what to do with her. It was almost as if she were a bug or something slightly distasteful. Should he squash her with his shoe, or take her outside to let her free? Either way, he was clearly uncomfortable with her.
He apparently thought enough of her to hire her, so something there must appeal to him. Although, he wasn’t looking at her that way. She hadn’t realized exactly how tall he was, and right now, he looked at her with his head straight and eyelids drooped, down his nose. Literally looking down his nose at her.
With the other people in the elevator, they were closer than she’d ever been to him, and his cologne was intoxicating. It was cool, yet spicy, certainly expensive, and Amelia fought the urge to close her eyes and inhale the masculinity.
Instead, she stared at his neck while the doors opened and closed, letting people off, until they were alone in the elevator.
Amelia’s mouth was dry, like Sahara dry. It felt full of sand, her throat gritty. It didn’t help that he also seemed to be swallowing more than usual. She could tell because she was staring at his neck.
His neck was tan and smooth, his Adam’s apple prominent, moving with each swallow. When she knew they were alone, her eyes moved higher to his. They were dark brown, almost black, and wholly on her. There was an interest in them now, as if the bug was a puzzle and he was trying to figure it out. Amelia swallowed, hard, and licked her bottom lip. Her mouth was so dry. When the elevator dinged a spell was broken, and he stepped back and gestured for her to go first.
His office was the only one on the floor, and she murmured approval as they entered and she saw a massive desk in the first room, with glassed-in offices, expensively furnished. One was a conference room, one a sparsely furnished office, and one obviously his. Large desk, leather chairs, and a laptop and telephone. Another room wasn’t glassed in, but the door was open to reveal stacks of file boxes.
She walked to the desk in front, assuming it was hers, and turned to face him.
“Before you begin, there is a nondisclosure agreement. After you sign, I’ll give you your contract, detailing your duties and pay scale. You have the rest of the day to review it, let a lawyer look at it, whatever you need to feel comfortable with it. You are under no obligation to sign. If you don’t sign it, you can walk out of here right now.”
His voice was smooth and held a trace of an accent she couldn’t place. Admittedly, she hadn’t heard everything, she was so focused on his voice. He could read her a grocery list, and she’d be enchanted.
“Okay,” she agreed, and he handed her a piece of paper from his briefcase he’d settled in a chair. She signed it while he hung his coat in his office and got a stack of papers from his desk drawer.
“You didn’t read it,” he stated as she held the paper out to him.
“I know what NDAs are. I don’t talk about anything. There’s no one for me to talk to anyway.” She shrugged as she spoke, finding his expensive shoes fascinating. They surely cost more than her entire wardrobe. Her skirts and blouses from online discount stores in China couldn’t compare.
“Then I’ll leave you with the contract. Have it on my desk first thing in the morning.” He cleared his throat, nodding once before he strode back into his office and shut the door. The glass windows gave her a clear view of him taking off his suit jacket and settling himself behind his desk. She watched him as he unbutto
ned his cufflinks and rolled up his shirt sleeves, the movements sensual and deliberate. Then he opened his laptop and started clicking around, his phone next to it and a small pad of paper.
Focus, Amelia. He’s not hiring you to stare at him.
She skimmed the first page, finding it looked pretty standard. She would do simple administrative assistant tasks with other duties as assigned, including some travel. Amelia would take phone calls, make appointments, type, file, and answer emails.
Simple.
When she looked at the pay page, she saw there was an enormous sum of money at the forefront for a work wardrobe, including traveling clothes. It was more money than her house.
She found the blank at the end of the papers and signed them, walking them to Mr. Charlie Delmonico’s office.
This was a no-brainer.
Chapter Two
Charlie already had a headache. Between this upcoming trip to the Cayman Islands, and the enchanting waif downstairs—correction, in his front office—he was already busy, and it wasn’t even ten thirty.
His phone was ringing, almost as soon as he walked into his office.
“Delmonico.” He knew who it was. He’d already had one conversation with Mr. Savage, the guy running against the incumbent for mayor. Charlie didn’t have any specific political affiliations. He didn’t even vote. It seemed to be bad for business.
“It’s me again. You said you would get this done. I need it done. He’s kicking my butt in the polls.”
Delmonico stifled a sigh. Instead, he watched Amelia as she sat and flipped through the pages of her contract. She pursed her lips beautifully as she read, the pink of her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth. “And I will. Do you want to know the plan?”
“No! I don’t want to know anything!”
“Then let me do what I do, and you do what you do. Smile for the cameras and claim ignorance when it happens. Don’t forget to be apoplectic and express a ton of sorrow.” Amelia flipped a page, crossed her delicious legs, and leaned back in her chair. He saw the moment she read the pay scale. Her chest stopped rising and falling with her breaths and she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. She mentally counted on her fingers and then did it again.
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