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BROKEN
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Other Books by Drea Blackery:
New York Heirs Series
Arrogant (Book #1)
Untamed (Book #1.5)
Broken (Book #2)
Cruel (Book #3) – Coming Soon
BROKEN
KARIN
Theo Valentine is a cruel heartbreaker. A manipulative psychopath.
As beautiful as a fallen angel and the most damaged man I’ve ever met.
He came into my life ten years ago like a whirlwind, taking over my town and my high school.
I couldn’t resist. I tried to fix him.
In return, he broke me and destroyed my life.
Now our past has caught up to us, throwing us together again.
Theo is more twisted than ever, but this time, I’m ready for him.
This time, I’m unbreakable.
THEO
Ten years ago, she turned my life upside down.
She came close to me and made me feel for the first time.
So I took everything from her.
Karin Beckett will stay away from me this time if she wants her heart intact.
But she won’t.
She has always been drawn to broken things, and she will try to save me once more.
If only she knows how fucked up I am now.
I’m too far gone, too sick in the head for saving.
All I’ll do is break her again.
Contents
Copyright
Other Books
BROKEN
Dedication
Playlist
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
Epilogue
Thank you
ARROGANT – Book #1 Excerpt
About the Author
To all the queens who’ve had their hearts broken
yet refuse to give up on true love.
Keep Slaying.
Playlist
Entertainer ― ZAYN
Ships In The Night – Mat Kearney
Valentine – 5 Seconds of Summer
It Won’t Kill Ya ― The Chainsmokers, Louane
Getting Over You ― Lauv
Let Me ― ZAYN
“You have fifteen seconds to interest me in your case. You’ll be charged for every second―naturally―and there’s also a penalty fee if you’re boring. Your time starts now.”
― Theo Valentine, CEO of V Attorneys
“I’m not here to win, I’m here to make friends.”
― Karin Hope Beckett, caffeine addict,
Harry Potter nut, broke college grad,
starving artist-for-hire
Broadly speaking, there were a few ways one could fuck up one’s life.
Making the wrong enemies came out top, naturally, but there was nothing quite like being embroiled in a murder to really get the mind’s working rewired. The experience clung to one like a whore to a rich patron, the smell of rotting meat to clothing.
But unlike an article of clothing, no number of washings would ever get the stench of murder off. Neither would therapy or pills. Short of blowing one’s own brains out, one would just have to get used to that unpleasant stain—something I had the pleasure of knowing first-hand.
I idly rubbed my left jaw which sported a week-old bruise courtesy of Ryland Wyatt, my ex-friend turned enemy. Meanwhile, a door slammed somewhere in the cold-as-balls apartment that I alone inhabited. Likely an open window letting the draft in, but quite honestly, I couldn’t be arsed to get up and shut it.
And so I sat barefoot and shirtless and slouched in a chair, staring blindly into the electric fireplace. There were many things on my mind, but the most consuming of them was a certain girl with wild hair the same shade as the flames dancing before me—
And that blasted intercom that hadn’t stopped buzzing for the past five minutes.
I slammed my vodka down and went to my desk.
“What.”
“Evening, Mr Valentine.” The security desk. “There’s a visitor asking for you.”
Irritation flared. “Did I not give clear instructions that I’m not be disturbed? Tell him to send his case to the firm via the usual route, no guarantee I’ll ever read it.”
“It’s a woman, sir—”
“Then tell her to get her pleasure elsewhere. I’m not in the mood to fuck.” I reached the end of my patience and turned off the intercom without waiting for a reply.
I arrived in New York two months ago, brought down from Seattle by a troublesome problem.
It involved a particular mess I had helped set in motion ten years ago, one I did a swell job of ignoring for just as long:
The fatal gun incident that took the life of Horace Beckett, the CEO of a middling construction firm in California.
That was also my first brush with murder, because in reality, Horace Beckett’s death hadn’t been an accident like the news had reported. The man had been shot point blank in his face by his girlfriend, Estelle Valentine, who then went on to seize every penny of his fortune from his two daughters.
Estelle Valentine happened to be my mother, and the girl with hair the color of fire, the face who haunted my dreams every night…
Karin Hope Beckett, Horace’s younger daughter.
Picking up my glass, I downed a healthy mouthful and let the vodka burn its way down my throat.
But no matter how much I tried, no amount of alcohol would remove the stain on my soul.
Back then, I had known the truth behind Horace’s death, and so had my three closest friends. But instead of going to the police, I had forced their silence in a bid to protect Estelle—hence their animosity.
And so for the past ten years, each of us had buried the incident and gone about our lives. All the while the Beckett sisters had struggled to survive, never knowing the truth behind their father’s death.
Until two months ago.
Estelle had resurfaced after spending all the money she’d inherited, and in true fashion, she decided that blackmailing and threatening to frame Ryland, Gabriel and Cameron for the murder was a good idea.
My ex-friends in turn had the temerity to come to me to contain the problem, which was why I was presently freezing my ass off in a city I had no business being in.
Propping my bruised jaw on my knuckles, I picked up a slim black flash drive from the side table, letting it play between my fingers.
As it stood, I had contained the proble
m, much to their relief. This little device I held was the key to their freedom—a voice recording with Estelle’s full confession, damning enough to convict her of the lethal shooting of her boyfriend ten years ago.
But for all his planning, Ryland Wyatt had missed one crucial thing.
I wasn’t about to give over the last remaining family I had, even if she was a venomous snake.
Horace’s daughter should have stayed away from me like I told her to. From the moment we met, it was clear that she was everything I wasn’t—sheltered, good-natured, absurdly kind.
I knew from the start that if she ever made the mistake of getting close to me, it would end in devastation for the both of us. Darkness simply had no business being around light, and good wasn’t meant to be with evil. Someone like me would only taint her like a drop of ink in clear spring water.
If only she had listened.
The intercom at my desk buzzed yet again, and this time I swore aloud as I strode over to it. Not only did this apartment have shit heating, it apparently also had shit service staff.
“You’re either feeling brave tonight, or you’re sick of your job,” I snapped. “Which is it?”
“She’s very insistent on meeting you, sir.” The man sounded uneasy. “She doesn’t seem like she’s here for company, so I assumed—”
“The only thing you should be assuming is a position on your hands and knees over a mirror so you can fuck yourself. I gave an instruction. Follow. It.”
“Understood sir, I—” He paused, listening to a faint feminine voice speaking on his end. “Sir, she says she won’t leave until she meets you. Shall I call security?”
I frowned, puzzled and pissed off. No one in their right mind would be so daring as to storm my residence and demand an audience with me.
No one except…
I felt a sudden pang of foolish hope, but the thought of it was absurd. Karin Beckett may be impulsive, but she wasn't foolhardy enough to come to me alone, and in the dead of the night at that.
I couldn’t help asking anyway. “What’s her name again?”
“I didn’t have a chance to give it the first time, sir, but it’s Ms Beckett.”
“My god, which one?”
“I’m not sure,” the man said uncertainly, “but she’s a redhead. Young-looking, just pushing five-feet.”
My chest twisted at the image that wrought, as if my heart had clenched around a knife.
It was her. For some insane reason, Karin had come to me.
Bloody fucking hell.
I abandoned the exchange and went to the front door in urgent strides. My blood hammered in my ears every step of the way as I sprinted to the elevator, crossing the distance in seconds.
The last time I had seen Karin was four years ago, from afar. The last time we'd spoken was ten. I'd never forgotten her for a moment, not even when she moved on with her life and forgot me.
The descent down to the ground floor seemed to take an eternity, but what I saw when the doors slid open stole my breath away.
Karin Beckett stood right in front of me, wrapped in a snug army green parka and a long yellow dress, her finger poised in mid-air like she had been about to press the elevator button. Her lips were parted in surprise.
The effect she had on me was instantaneous, like I’d taken a punch to the stomach. I was speechless as I took in the face that had haunted me for years.
God, she was so beautiful it hurt. Her hair was that same bright, wild shade of orange, tumbling past her shoulders in an untamed mass of glossy curls. Her pale skin was more freckled now, the dark gold flecks scattering across the crests of her cheeks and her nose like fairy dust. Light gray eyes peered out of that small face, set with the same patience and watchfulness that always made me suspect they could see right through me.
“Hey.” Karin slowly lowered her hand.
I stared back wordlessly, fury and yearning tearing me up on the inside.
Ten years of being haunted by her in my dreams. Ten years of jolting awake from a fitful sleep, my fingers grasping uselessly at the ghost of her. Now she was right in front of me and I didn’t have a damned thing to say.
Gathering my wits, I stepped aside to let Karin into the elevator. Her wild hair bounced past me as she entered, leaving a trail of sweet vanilla in her wake. She smelled like a fucking sugar cookie, courtesy of her habit of adding vanilla essence to her shampoo. Just the scent of her was enough to make me hard.
I clenched my jaw as the doors shut and the elevator began its ascent. All the while I was acutely aware of Karin’s blistering presence beside me. It was like standing beside a bonfire.
“I don’t know if you noticed,” she began, her voice light and lilting, “but you came down without shoes on. Or a shirt.”
I scowled, belatedly realizing that the scar on my abdomen was fully visible to her. It sat just above the waistband of my pants, an ugly mass of raised tissue.
I shifted to angle that side of my body away from her. “You were unexpected.”
Karin shrugged, wisely choosing not to comment on the action. “You didn’t have to come down. I could have found my way up myself.”
I offered no reply, but instead of being offended, Karin only grew more curious. I could feel her watching my face, observing my expression. She loved to make conversation, delighting in finding common ground with others. Apparently, that hadn’t changed.
Karin was also fascinated by my apartment for some reason, peering around with slightly widened eyes as I took her back to my study. Her demeanor reminded me of a visitor at a museum—politely curious, not at all affected.
I resented her for her nonchalance when raw hunger was eating me up on the inside.
In my study, I assumed my earlier posture in the armchair, making a show of propping my feet up on the chair across me, the only other seat in the room.
“Five minutes.” I sat back and leveled a mocking look at Karin to hide my unrest. “I’d use them wisely if I were you; my time isn’t cheap.”
“Right. You’re a lawyer now.” There was no sarcasm in Karin’s tone, only her usual brand of cheerfulness.
The fireplace apparently caught her interest, and she padded over and held her hands out to the heat. “Whoa…is this real? Or one of those hologram thingies?”
“It’s real,” I assured her, “so don't look to me to pull you out if you fall in. I'll happily watch.”
Karin hastily stepped back. “Allie doesn’t know I’m here, by the way, so please don’t tell her.”
“You’ve nothing to worry about. I’ve no intention to be further involved with the lot of you.”
“Gotcha.” She glanced at my feet on the spare chair before shrugging and heading for the desk.
My hungry gaze never left her as she passed. Her unzipped parka revealed her form with every step she took, the dress she wore underneath clinging to her legs.
While her elder sister was all hard edges, Karin was blessed with curves that had become downright sinful over the years.
My fingers dug into the armrests as I imagined grasping her body, skimming my hands over the generous curves, sinking my hands into her heavy locks of hair. All this time and she still reduced me to a lust-struck idiot just by being near.
Karin braced her palms on the glass tabletop and boosted herself up, seating herself on the desk with some effort. She watched me from her perch, eyes blinking like an owl’s.
“We'd like to have Estelle's confession, please.”
Of course she was here for that. In the minutes that passed, I had almost allowed myself to harbor hope that perhaps she had come for me.
But we belonged to different camps, on different sides of the law. Karin was the daughter of the man my mother killed. I was the one protecting her father’s murderer.
I smiled mockingly. “I’m sure you’d like that.”
Karin’s gaze zeroed in on the flash drive on the side table beside me. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Perh
aps.”
“Why won’t you give it to us?” She swung her legs, but I wasn’t fooled by her relaxed demeanor. “And where did you hide Estelle? Is she really in Switzerland like you told Allie?”
“If you think I’ll simply tell you after all the lengths I've gone to, you’re a fool.”
Karin remained silent, taking me in with a gaze that saw more than it gave away. The firelight reflected off her riot of curls, making them seem almost alive.
It was all too easy to underestimate her. She was stunning in a wild way—bright hair, almond eyes and neat features in a heart-shaped face, the form of a fairy sprite that had stumbled out of a forest by mistake. The first thought that came to mind when one looked at her was to remember to breathe, not how the gears behind that beautiful face never seemed to stop turning.
“Ryland, Gabriel and Cam have tried persuading, threatening and bribing for the recording respectively. Let’s hear your speech.”
“I didn't prepare one.”
“Then you must be here to seduce me.” I dragged a hot gaze down her body, pure lust coursing through my veins. “That much trust in your skills?”
Karin shrugged as she swung her legs again, kicking the skirts of her dress. “I’m not here to sleep with you either.”
“Then how did you expect to get it?”
“I thought you’d tell me. There must be something you want.”
“Not if you ask my old friends. They all left empty-handed.”
They were also heirs to massive fortunes and would have gladly surrendered anything I asked for in exchange for their freedom.
But what I desired wasn't money, power, or status. What I desired was something so far out of my reach I had given up all hope of ever attaining it.
“I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about me.” Karin’s expression was completely open and without deception. “Isn’t there anything you want from me?”
I forced my body to relax, glowering at her in growing agitation. “It doesn’t matter what I want from you.”
“Why not?”
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