The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  We’re close, and I can smell her sweet perfume. My cock’s trying to react to it, boiling blood making it harden up against the fabric of my pants, but I take a deep breath and try to remain in control. It’s not like I can fuck her right here and now—well, I could do it, but then I’d have to deal with Will, and I’m not in the mood for an execution tonight.

  Although, to be honest, I’m aching to put a bullet in that fucker’s brain. I simply can’t accept the fact that he fucked Kat. I know it was necessary, part of the plan, but still…Kat’s mine, and only mine. No one has the right to lay one finger on her.

  Shit, just thinking of this makes me want to go back and throw Will off the fucking balcony. Might be I come back later and do just that, but for now I have more important stuff to do. Like show Kat how a real man takes care of business. And by business, I mean…ah, fuck, I don’t need to explain what I mean, do I?

  “What happens now?” Kat asks me as she reaches for my hand. I grab it as we head out of the apartment, and then we get inside of the elevator. My cock’s so hard now that I seriously don’t know if I can wait. Maybe I’ll just fuck her right now.

  “Now…whatever we want to do, we can do,” I whisper, pushing her back against the wall and holding her arms over her head. She gasps slightly, her lips parting as if her mouth is waiting for mine.

  Grinning, I lean into her and kiss her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and closing my eyes as I allow the sweet flavor of her mouth to climb up to my brain.

  “Is this because of Will?” she asks me then, escaping my kiss and looking straight into my eyes. There’s a mischievous glint there, one that means she’s up to no good. She’s teasing me, and she’s enjoying every fucking second of it.

  “What is? Do you think I just want to fuck you because of what happened between you and Will?”

  “Maybe,” she whispers back at me, a wicked grin dancing on her lips.

  “Maybe you’re right then,” I growl, placing my hand on her neck while I grin back at her. “Might be I have to fuck those memories out of you.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad, you know,” she replies, her breathing growing heavier by the second.

  My cock’s so hard right now that I’m half surprised it still hasn’t ripped a hole in my pants. Fuck, Kat always had this effect on me. I can’t be around her without wanting to fuck the living daylights out of her.

  That’s love for you.

  I’m about to pin her against the wall, hike up her dress, and start fucking her when the elevator doors slide to the side and into their partitions, their soft ding letting us know that we’ve arrived at the ground floor.

  “Saved by the bell,” I whisper, taking my hand out of her neck and smiling. She pats down the front of her dress and walks out of the elevator, and then she looks back at me over her shoulders.

  “Who said I want to be saved?”

  Kat—what happened to my sweet, naive girl?

  Will

  No way am I going to let that motherfucker punch me in the fucking face and walk the fuck out with Kat.

  I almost fall off the balcony. And that fucker just walks out.

  That’s it. Something in me has finally fucking snapped, and I’m fucking done.

  It’s going to be him. Or me.

  I pull out my phone and look through my contacts. There’s only one person I call in situations like this.

  “Grainger,” I say into the phone. “I need a pacification team to meet me on the roof.”

  He tells me it’s going to take fifteen minutes.

  There’s no sense in having a private security force if you’re not going to use it. I get out into the hallway, nursing my jaw, and wait for the elevator. I take it to the top floor and then climb the stairs that head to the roof.

  There’s no way I’m going to let Jason get away.

  I’m going to kill him.

  That’s when the helicopter appears on the horizon. I raise my hands and wave in case the pilot is looking for me.

  I watch as the small speck becomes larger and then finally as it approaches the building. I back away as the helicopter descends and five men jump out.

  “Hand me the sniper rifle,” I command, and the lead man, dressed in a dark suit, reaches into the chopper and pulls out a wicked-looking gun. He hands it to me, and I feel its weight and heft.

  It’s good. I can get a good fucking shot here. I nod.

  “Let’s go,” I tell them. I get in the chopper and put on my headphones and mic and explain exactly what I want to do.

  I want to swoop down into the city and take aim at Jason.

  Then I want to shoot him in the leg so he can’t walk. Then I’m going to jump down and personally stab him in the throat in front of Kat.

  Then I’m going to take Kat. And I’m going to fuck her.

  And she’s going to enjoy it. Because the strongest of us will have won her.

  See, I know women like Kat. All she cares is who the most alpha of the alpha males is. She’s the kind of woman that will fucking gravitate to power.

  So it’s basically kill or fucking be killed with her.

  The helicopter starts to ascend before banking left and descending again, going through the buildings. I can see people on the street turn their heads to look at us. It’s not every day that a helicopter flies so low to the ground.

  Fuck it. I don’t care.

  They think I’m a fucking effete fucking playboy? Well, let’s see what they think after I get done with this.

  I line up my scope to my eye and take aim, searching for Jason.

  I find him. He’s just fucking walking down the street with Kat.

  I take aim as the helicopter descends. They haven’t seen me yet. They’re in their own little fucking world.

  Wait till they realize that I’ve just invaded that world and I’m going to nuke it.

  I pull the trigger.

  The bullet tears through Jason’s leg, and I see him fall to the ground.

  Kat

  “Jason!”

  The scream rips through my throat, raw and anguished.

  No. Not this.

  Not after everything we’ve done to get to this point. It’s like the end was finally in sight. And now that fucker Will is going to steal everything that’s ever mattered right out from under me.

  Again.

  I drop to my knees next to Jason, carefully checking the wound that’s gushing blood like a fucking fire hydrant.

  Fuck. It’s the femoral artery.

  “Jason, please,” I beg, my voice desperate as I shake him, trying to get him to hang on to the consciousness that I can see is fading fast. “Don’t leave me. Not again.”

  He smiles faintly. “You’re the one who never showed up.”

  It’s a joke. Yeah, a fucking poor attempt at one, but Jason never was one to take impending death seriously.

  It still hits me like a fucking sucker-punch. He has to know, right? He knows I didn’t just leave him. Or rather, send him to our safe house alone, then never follow. He can’t just die now. Not when we finally have our chance we’ve waited seven fucking years for.

  First things first, though.

  I pull out my phone and dial 9-1-1.

  But just as I’m about to hit send, I hear the beat of propellers behind me. I turn around and gasp.

  No fucking way.

  There’s fucking Will, hanging from the ladder of a helicopter like he’s fucking Jason Bourne or some shit.

  Rage boils up inside of me. He won’t get away with this. I won’t let him.

  He’s the one who caused all our problems to begin with, a fucking mole in Daddy’s organization. It was a long time before I sniffed out the truth.

  He turned Daddy against Jason, and Jason’s been in fucking hiding for years. The knowledge of all that time we could have had risen to the surface, and fury like I’ve never known takes over my body, fueling me with adrenaline.

  I hit the call button on the phone, then lean down
to press a hard kiss to Jason’s lips.

  “Hang in there, baby. Don’t give up on us now.” I wrap his fingers around my phone and push it toward his face before grabbing the gun from his belt and one from his body holster.

  Then I have to hope for the best.

  I stand and turn just as Will jumps the last few feet to the ground, a fucking sniper rifle trained on us.

  Everything that matters hinges on the next few seconds. Heaven or hell. Life or death.

  Jason or Will.

  It’s going to be fucking Will.

  I unleash years of pent-up rage as I unload both pistols at the same time, walking straight toward Will with my eyes glued to his evil grin.

  It’s like time slows down, everything transpiring in a Matrix-like slow-motion feed.

  I see the minute the first bullet hits Will, square in the chest. I mean, Daddy didn’t train his little girl to be anything less than a crack shot.

  Then that twisted smirk is frozen in place as his beady eyes go wide with shock and I riddle his body with every last fucking bullet in both guns. It’s a gratifying sight, one I won’t soon forget. Or want to.

  Finally, fucking finally, all of this is over.

  Will falls to the ground in a lifeless heap as the chopper still hovers above us, its light shining down on us, illuminating the bloody scene like we’re performing for a fucking audience.

  I stare up at the pilot. Is he one of Will’s goons that’s ready to kill me on the spot?

  Just then, I hear the sound of sirens in the distance, and it sounds like fucking bells to my ringing ears.

  I race back to Jason’s side to find him pale and shivering.

  “Hang on just another minute, baby. It’s over. It’s fucking over.”

  I drop to my knees and cradle his head in my hands. His lips are blue, his eyes dim.

  No! He will make it through this.

  My face is wet, and I realize I’m sobbing, my tears falling down my cheeks to Jason’s nearly lifeless body.

  The sirens become a muted sound as everything in my world narrows down to a laser focus on Jason. I feel like I’m watching our future slip between my fingers. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. We were supposed to get the files, clear Jason’s name, then live out the rest of our lives in a little cottage outside Tulum.

  Jason’s eyes droop shut, and I find myself shaking him, begging him not to leave me.

  Then I’m being pulled off him, and paramedics are loading him onto a gurney.

  I hear mutters and curses and fragments of their words. The ones I do catch make my heart stop.

  “Didn’t get here in time…”

  Then everything goes black.

  Jason

  Riding off into the fucking sunset.

  Right.

  That shit’s only for the movies.

  Because right now I’m in the back of an ambulance in the middle of the fucking night, and I don’t even have my girl beside me.

  How the fuck did I not plan for this? I plan for fucking everything. Down to the last detail. I mean, all I had to do was send Kat one message—now or never—and everything happened just as it was supposed to.

  Almost. I wasn’t supposed to get fucking shot and almost bleed out on the ground outside of fucking Will’s.

  “Where is she?” I demand, fighting against the restraints the paramedics had to use on me.

  Said I had to keep still. It was for my own good. Fuck that.

  I need my girl. That’s the only thing that will make this better.

  “She’s following behind us. Bruce has her in his patrol car.”

  Who the fuck is Bruce?

  Wait, how did they…?

  The question must be written on my face because the acne-scarred guy checking my IV drip starts talking.

  “We got a tip from some girl named Kristen. Said we might need to check out what was going down at that place tonight.”

  Kristen? Kat’s Kristen?

  I shake my head, grinning despite the fact that I feel like my whole fucking body is on fire right now. Are these motherfuckers holding out on the good stuff? Can’t they see I need more than some fucking Tylenol or whatever useless shit they’re pumping into my veins?

  Kristen must have known all along. Kat was working with her. Hoping against hope that even after all this time I’d somehow make my plan work.

  It took fucking long enough. Seven years is a long goddamn time to wait on someone. Yet she did. She came.

  And despite all the insanity of the past twenty-four hours, we might actually make it through this.

  They must decide it’s time for the good stuff because suddenly my body feels relaxed and I drift into blackness.

  When I wake up I’m in a hospital room. The glaring lights make me blink, temporarily blinded. But when my eyesight adjusts, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, even though for a guy like me, that’s a fucking lot to hope for.

  But she’s like a fucking angel standing there beside my bed, her soft hands gripping mine.

  “Kat.”

  She smiles, that fucking gorgeous smile that’s the only thing that got me through the past seven years of living off the grid, hoping my day would come.

  It finally has.

  “God, Jason,” she says, a smirk on her face. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

  I manage a small chuckle. “Don’t you know that by now, baby?”

  Then she’s serious again, leaning down close, her eyes penetrating my very soul.

  “I love you, Jason. You have to know, all of this was part of the plan. Everything that happened.”

  I stop her with one hard stare. “It was my fucking plan, Kat. Don’t you think I know that?”

  I still can’t believe it worked. Well, I think it did.

  “What about the pen drive? Do you have it?” I add quickly.

  She nods her head. “I grabbed it right after I killed Will.”

  “You killed him?” I can’t keep the shock out of my voice.

  She nods. Looks like little Kat has grown up a bit after all. I mean, yeah, she grew up around this shit, but her father shielded her from it. For the most part.

  He didn’t manage to shield her from me.

  Then her words finally sink in.

  “Say that again.”

  She frowns. “I killed Will?”

  “Before that.”

  She smiles slowly, looking fucking perfect. Then after drawing it out for what feels like fucking ever, she finally tells me what I want to hear.

  “I love you.”

  “Fuck, Kat, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

  “Seven years?” she says with a smirk.

  “I love you too, baby. I fucking love you so fucking much.”

  “Then why don’t you fucking show me?” Now her eyes are glinting with mischief. “Or don’t you think the nurses would approve?”

  Fuck that. I don’t care what strict orders I’ve been giving. Will is fucking dead, I’ve got my life back, and I have Kat here beside me.

  You better believe I’m about to fuck her brains out.

  I don’t even have to tell her. She just climbs right on top of me, careful of my bandaged leg. And for once I’m not totally despising the fucking hospital gown I woke up in. Because it sure as fuck makes fucking my girl a lot more convenient.

  Kat sinks down onto my already rock-hard cock in one smooth motion, and fuck, she’s so fucking wet and so fucking tight that it takes everything I have not to fill her up with my cum right the fuck now, to claim her as mine once and for all.

  She starts out slowly, rolling her hips as she rides my cock, doing all the work, and I find yet one more benefit to being stuck in a hospital bed. Who fucking knew?

  But then I can’t wait any longer. I grip her hips, digging my fingers in hard enough to bruise, and the moan she lets out shows me just how much she likes it.

  We fuck hard and fast, and before I know it, she’s coming h
ard, all over my cock, clenching and gripping and convulsing around me while she cries out in ecstasy.

  “That’s right, baby. Tell me I’m the only one.”

  “Always, Jason,” she pants as I continue to drive into her through what feels like a never-ending orgasm. “It’s always been you. I love you.”

  “I fucking love you, too,” I growl again. Then I unload my cum into her sweet pussy, feeling more at ease than I’ve felt in a long damn time.

  I’ve got my girl, my name is about to be cleared, and we have our whole lives ahead of us. Finally, there’s nothing stopping us from being together.

  Nothing could be better.

  Hard & Fast

  A Hard Thrusting Racing Heart Billionaire Romance

  By Vivien Vale & Natalie Knight

  Copyright © 2018 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Braden

  My name is Braden Masterson and I'm a fucking legend.

  As the head of an elite underground racing circuit in the most exciting city in the world, I’m the man that everyone wants to know, and the man that very few do.

  Basically, I'm the most exclusive man in town and I like to keep my life and my affairs private. I'm the VIP that you just can't get access to.

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  I can’t keep a low profile, though, because of the operation I run. High-profile underground racing is no easy feat to accomplish unless you have power. In this industry, money is power. Lucky for me, I have more fucking money than I know what to do with.