Table of Contents
Mekhi
Acknowledgements
Copy Right
Where to find me and reviews
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-0ne
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
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Mekhi
The Broken: Book One
By
Serena Simpson
Acknowledgements
I want to give a shout out to my daughter who is showing me every day that this is a different kind of school year. Keep up the good work baby. She makes me proud of her.
I want to thank all my readers who wait eagerly for the next book. Right now we will be taking a back road into The Created world to find out what happens when their families are broken. Can they still find love? Stay with me on the roller coaster of Mekhi’s story.
Happy reading and have a great day.
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Chapter One
Quinn drummed her fingers against the desk while the phone rang. Her office was small, which was another word for crammed. She had a desk big enough for her working needs and filing cabinets, but that was it. There were also two chairs taking up her limited space, but it was hers, and she was proud of it.
“Hello.”
“Hi, this is Quinn from Quinn's Construction. I’m returning a call I received about doing an outside kitchen.”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”
“Wait!”
“Listen—.”
“My construction company is just as good as any run by or staffed by men. You called me that means you know I can get the job done.”
“What does your sex have to do with it?”
“Why did you call if all you wanted to do was play around? I’m a business with real bills and actual employees to pay.”
She hung up the phone not hanging her head until she was sure the line was dead. The loan she took out would soon be gone, and if she didn’t get real work, she’d not only be in debt, she wouldn’t have a company.
This was the twenty-first century. How could people still hold such outdated beliefs? Construction was a man’s job. She cut her teeth on construction work. Her dad named this business after her and raised her to take over for him.
Her phone rang, she took several deep breaths composing herself before she answered it.
“Quinn’s Construction, how can I help you?” She needed a secretary, but she wouldn’t hire one because she wasn’t sure she could pay him or her.
“You called me and then hung up on me. I won’t tell you how rude that was. I asked a question. What does your sex have to do with your job?”
“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny. You, like most men, don’t think a woman can get the job done. I have been working this business day and night for two years. I know my stuff. Did I answer your question?”
“You did. I will expect you at this address at one pm sharp.” He rattled off the address before he hung up.
She sat there holding her phone, mouth open. This could be the break she needed.
*~*~*~*
“Slade!” Mekhi stormed into the house.
“What?” Slade pushed his hand through his hair to keep from reaching for his brother. Control, something that Mekhi didn’t have.
“You called that female construction worker.”
“What are you doing with my phone?”
“You left it outside; it rang, and I answered it. What did you think I was doing with it?”
“Did you tell her not to come?”
“No lecture from big brother? I told her to be here at one pm sharp. So, have everyone assembled.”
He turned to walk away. “You might want to keep better track of this.” He threw the phone at Slade’s head and disappeared up the stairs.
The door shut behind him without a sound. He was exercising control when he wanted to take the room apart. The one thing he asked was for them not to call the female construction worker. Her name was Quinn.
His room was more of a suite. He had a large bedroom with an attached bathroom and walk-in closet. There was a living room as well as a den that he also used as an office. He lived in a mansion, and it did nothing to keep his anger under control.
Quinn, he’d never be able to forget that name or the voice that spoke it. He should have never called her back. Listening to her talk made him angry and enraged his beast. It also stirred a desire long dead. What was she doing on Earth? Why did she even exist? Should he kill her to put himself out of his pain?
His beast took over swapping bodies with him as he roared his rage. One glance at the mirror reminded him; he was broken. There was a time when his beast stood with pride, he had black fur that was healthy. Now he looked old and felt even older. His fur was thinner and non-existent in some spots. Broken. He forced the change back.
He grimaced as pain shot through his body. His beast was resisting, but he didn’t have a choice unless he wanted to be killed on sight. The thought of the news running stories that Bigfoot had been found and killed almost made him laugh. He didn’t look like that mythical creature, but he was sure that was what they would say he was.
The thought of imaginary monsters left him as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. All he needed to do was meet with her. He could accomplish that. He stood beneath the water making it as cold as it would go. When he saw her in person, heard her real voice, then he would know she meant nothing to him.
His beast was mistaken when he called her their mate. He would never mate, just like his brothers would spend their lives alone. Their eyes flashed in front of his face accusing him, calling him inadequate. He would never overcome what he allowed to happen. There would never be a way he could make up for it.
She’s ours his beast spoke, and
we will claim her. He hoped his other side was wrong.
*~*~*~*
Quinn wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans. She looked down and realized she needed to take a quick shower before she went to her appointment. Her team had just finished up a project, and she worked as hard as they did. It was the last one they had on the books. Although she felt guilty, she sent them home a little early.
They deserved the time off, and she needed the relief of not having to pay them for a whole day. She would pay them for the full day anyway. That’s why she was failing according to her only male friend in the business. She had a heart, and that didn’t mix with money.
She left the office, locked up, and went to her truck.
“Answer.” She checked her earpiece out of habit to make sure it was secure.
“Hi baby, how are you?”
“I’m good mom. I have a possible job to do an outdoor kitchen. It’s not much, but it’s more than I had this morning.”
“I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not easy, but you’re doing it. If I can help in any way, let me know.”
Her mom made the same offer every month. There was no way she was taking the little money she received.
“I’m good mom. If something goes wrong, I’ll let you know. Do you know anything about the commercials?”
“What commercials?”
“Mine, the ones that are on television.”
“I’ve seen them; I’m so proud of you.”
“Mom, I tried to cancel them. They told me that they were paid for, so they have to run them.”
“They wouldn’t give you a refund?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then what’s wrong I don’t understand.”
“Are you paying for the commercials to run?”
“You just told me you were not having financial troubles. Do you need my help?”
The concern in her mother’s voice overwhelmed her. It was her job to take care of her now that she was older.
“Everything’s okay mom, I must have just miscalculated.”
“If you’re sure dear.”
“I am. Mom, I just pulled in front of my place. I need a shower before I keep my appointment. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Kisses love.” Her mother hung up leaving her to sit in the truck in front of her small apartment.
Climbing out she grabbed her tool belt and walked inside. She was on the ground floor. It didn’t make her feel safe, but it was better than the alternative.
A loud meow greeted her at the door. “Hi, Tee.” She closed and locked the door before she bent down and picked up her cat.
“How was your day girl?” She yawned wide showing her teeth before she purred and rubbed her head against Quinn’s hand. “Someone wants rubs. She took a seat on the kitchen room chair and started rubbing her.
“You’ll have to get more later. I have a meeting with some hard-headed male who is going to let me construct his outdoor kitchen and pay me a decent price. No more being a pushover, I mean it. Keeping you in food and litter is expensive. Sometimes I think you eat more than I do.”
She dropped her cat and went into the bedroom to strip. “I need a shower; I stink.” It was a bad habit, but she talked to her cat like she understood every word.
A job, she did a little jig in front of the mirror before stepping into a nice warm shower.
When she first took over her father’s business, she had plans to conquer the world. Now all she wanted to conquer was an office building or two. Even building someone their dream house would be nice. For now, she’d settle for one outdoor kitchen.
Chapter Two
She choked when she pulled up to the mansion. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t this. They shouldn’t have a problem paying the cost for what they wanted. She said that, but she remembered haggling on her last job. The person could afford what he requested, he simply thought a female should be able to build it for less. He must have thought she squatted, and material like lumber came out.
The door was opened before she had a chance to knock on it. It was one.
“You’re on time.”
She would recognize the voice from the phone anywhere, but he wasn’t what she expected. Mekhi stood well over six feet. He had black hair approximately two inches past his collar with blue eyes that could light up the night. His skin complexion was a little dark not spray tanned but not quite human looking, although it was working for him. His shoulders were massive with a lean waist. Since he was wearing a dark-green t-shirt, she couldn’t really get a good glimpse at his chest, but she was willing to bet a month’s pay on the fact that he was seriously ripped.
“Hi, I’m Quinn.”
He’d seen her commercials on television. The female standing in front of him was nothing like the one he saw on the screen. She stood about five six. On her commercial, she looked a lot taller. Her eyes were an emerald green that made promises he wondered if she was prepared to keep. Her lips were full and kissable. He liked the way her dark brown hair slid over her shoulders. His cock hardened looking at them. She was petite and hard from working a labor job. Still, he thought she would be soft compared to him.
“Come in, my brothers are in the other room.” He closed the door and led her to what was called the sitting room.
When they first arrived, they had so much space and no idea what to do with it or what it was called. They had to do research. It was a good idea because it kept them grounded until they had time to settle.
Everyone was standing when they entered the room. He watched as Quinn stiffened and her shoulders tensed. She was like prey in a room full of predators being slight of height wasn’t helping her to feel any better.
He sent a message to his brothers to sit after they were introduced. They were making her feel uncomfortable. He would examine why he felt like slaying them for putting her on alert later.
“The male in the corner wearing the check mark on his shirt is Slade.”
“Hi, Slade.” He waved and smiled before he sat.
“The one in the green t-shirt is Akron.”
“Hi, Akron.” He waved and sat.
“That is Jabari, then there is Thrice, and lastly there is Phoenix.”
“Hi everyone.” They waved to her and sat down.
“Brothers this is Quinn. She owns the construction company. We’ve all seen her commercials on television.”
“You’re much better looking in person,” Phoenix told her.
Mekhi’s eyes narrowed, and he let off a growl too low for Quinn to hear it, but Phoenix heard it with no problem. He flashed a smile at his brother.
“The call I received said you were interested in an outside kitchen?”
“We are.” Slade stood up. “We all prefer to be outside, but right now the space isn’t comfortable. That’s why we consulted an architect and had plans drawn up. If you follow us.”
He walked out a door that led outside, and his brothers followed him with Mekhi walking with her.
“Is all of this your land?”
“It is, as far as the eye can see and beyond. We like our privacy. We want the outdoor kitchen to be off the main one.” They walked around the house.
When they stopped, she could tell they spent a lot of time in the area. It was beautiful. She could picture a large covered kitchen with a waterfall and a fire pit with several seating areas. She closed her eyes and imagined a hot tub but rejected it. They could have one of those lazy rivers with tall slide and there was a spot big enough for a pool. There were a thousand things she could do back here with so much space and men in such good shape could really appreciate it.
She shook her head. There had to be a hot tub, they didn’t have to get in it together. Quickly, she sketched a design of what she was seeing in her mind. Before she was done, she had five possibilities each nicer than the one before.
“Quinn?” Mekhi was looking at her with concern.
She did it again, got lost in the possibi
lities of building something beautiful. She curled her fingers until her short nails were biting into her palms. The pain would remind her to stay focused, and to stop stepping into a world of fantasies that would never come true for her.
“I’m here I was just looking at all the land you have.”
“That we don’t know what to do with,” Jabari told her as he waved her over to the table with the architect’s plans stretched out on them.
“What do you think of these plans?” Slade asked her when she walked over.
She took one look at them, and her heart dropped. Who would do something like that to this grand space? That looked like an outdoor kitchen for someone who had very little space but enjoyed being outside.
“It’s nice.”
“Are you being honest?” Mekhi looked her in the eyes.
She swallowed hard his blue eyes seemed to demand honesty. They dared her to lie to him as if he would take it personally. Worse she had the feeling that lying would hurt him and the thought bothered her.
“I think they are great plans if you either only wanted to use a small amount of your space, or you were designing a kitchen for a house that had limited outdoor space. If you want a kitchen for out here, those plans won’t do this space any justice.”
Mekhi grinned at her. “That’s why I fired the architect. He was taking advantage of the fact that we were new in the area.”
“Can you recommend someone?” Thrice asked her.
She licked her lips. “I could do it.”
“Huh?” They all said at the same time as if stunned by her admission.
“I don’t only build I design. I did go to school for it.”
“You’re a very talented female,” Mekhi told her before he indicated a chair for her to sit.
She started to take offense at the word female, but he said it with respect, and she liked that. She looked at the brothers who had gotten so quiet that they weren’t moving. When Mekhi blinked, she almost had to clutch her heart.
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