Aim: A Society X Novel

by L. P. Dover

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Other Titles by LP Dover

  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

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Epilogue

  Recipe Time

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  NO LIMIT

  Copyright Notice

  CIRCLE OF JUSTICE SERIES

  Trigger

  Target

  Aim

  TBA (Bryce’s story – December 2017)

  TBA (Reed’s story – April 2018)

  SECOND CHANCES SERIES

  Love’s Second Chance

  What He Wants

  Trusting You

  Meant for Me

  Fighting for Love

  Intercepting Love

  Catching Summer

  Defending Hayden

  Last Chance

  Intended for Bristol

  GLOVES OFF SERIES

  A Fighter’s Desire: Part One

  A Fighter’s Desire: Part Two

  Tyler’s Undoing

  Ryley’s Revenge

  Winter Kiss: Ryley and Ash (A Gloves Off Novella)

  Paxton’s Promise

  Camden’s Redemption

  Kyle’s Return

  ARMED & DANGEROUS SERIES

  No Limit

  Roped In

  High-Sided

  SOCIETY X SERIES

  Dark Room

  Viewing Room

  Play Room (September 2017)

  ROYAL SHIFTERS SERIES

  Turn of the Moon

  Resisting the Moon

  BREAKAWAY SERIES

  Hard Stick

  Blocked (October 2017)

  Playmaker (Feb 2018)

  FOREVER FAE SERIES

  Forever Fae

  Betrayals of Spring

  Summer of Frost

  Reign of Ice

  STANDALONE TITLE

  Love, Lies, and Deception

  Grace

  It was late.

  Judging by the lack of light coming through the window, and the heaviness of my eyelids, I’d already worked more hours than I cared to admit. Even though I enjoyed being the Event and Marketing Manager at one of the top hotels in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I was way past ready for a break. As soon as I got home, I was going to have a generous glass of wine . . . or four.

  My phone rang and I smiled when I saw who it was. “Hey, girl. Just in time. I was about to leave for the night.” Mya Jenkins was my best friend since kindergarten. We both went to college in New York, then came back home to Wyoming. She was more like a sister than anything. Our fathers had even been partners on the police force for a while, until my dad became the Chief of Police.

  “Seriously? You’re still at the hotel? Shouldn’t you have been home over two hours ago?”

  I glanced at the clock and groaned. I was supposed to leave at six and it was closing in on nine o’clock. No wonder my stomach had been growling relentlessly. “Not all of us work from eight to three every day,” I teased. She was a high school English teacher, not to mention, an amazing artist. I had several of her paintings decorating my walls at home.

  “You could too, if you wanted to. I’m sure Jared would give you whatever hours you wanted. The guy’s in love with you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “It’s not going to happen, and he knows that. We’ve worked together for a long time and he’s never crossed that line.”

  “What about Ian? He’s tried to get you to go out with him for a long time now. I don’t know why you keep turning him down. He’s cute, funny, and everything a lot of men aren’t, especially around these parts.”

  “Hey,” her husband shouted in the background. “What am I, chopped liver?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Alex was one of the good guys. Mya was lucky to have him, and vice versa. Giggling, Mya called out to him. “Sorry, babe. You know I love you.”

  “Ian’s just a friend,” I lied, hating the way my heart jumped at the mention of his name.

  It was true, Ian Chandler was an extremely good-looking man, and a blast to be around. I’d always managed to run into him everywhere. The only problem with being the tattooed, sexy, bad-boy was that every woman wanted him. I barely had the time to eat three meals a day, let alone compete against a horde of cock-thirsty women. My job was my life.

  “Yeah, right,” Mya teased. “I’ve seen the way you are around him. You light up every time he opens his mouth. Plus, didn’t you tell me a few weeks ago that you let him kiss you after we left the bowling alley? That doesn’t sound like friends to me.”

  Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut. “I was hoping you were drunk and wouldn’t remember that.” I hadn’t seen him in the three weeks since our night out. He was out of town on business—again. Taking his schedule and mine into consideration, there’s no way we could have a solid relationship.

  “I was drunk, but sorry, babe. There’s no way in hell I’d forget something like that.”

  “If Grace is looking for a good guy to date,” Alex called out, “I can always hook her up with Patrick.”

  Mya laughed again. “That could work. What do you say, Grace? If you don’t want the bad boy, we can hook you up with a good one.”

  I never had time to date. Maybe I was due to be with someone normal and sweet, like Patrick. Ian made me nervous. He was everything I wanted in a man, but then again, every woman wanted him too. I didn’t want my heart broken. Letting him kiss me was a poor lapse in judgment.

  “Fine. Set it up. Patrick’s a good egg.” One date wouldn’t kill me. I’d met Patrick at one of their parties. He was a nice guy, very smart, and a little on the dorky side, but it was part of his charm. Unfortunately, he didn’t excite me like Ian did.

  “Awesome,” Mya squealed. “We can go on a double date this weekend. Do you want to come over and eat spaghetti? I made it last night, but it tastes much better today.”

  My stomach growled. “Yes, I’d love to. I’m starving.”

  She burst out laughing. “I know. I can hear your stomach through the phone. I’ll fix you a salad too. Just call me when you’re on your way.”

  “Will do. Let me finish up and shut down my computer.”

  “Okay. Talk to you in a minute.”

  I hung up and closed my eyes. The words on the computer screen started to jumble together. I finished typing the last of my monthly report and looked up to see Jared Beckett, the hotel owner’s son and fellow manager at Snow Creek Resort, giving me that sexy smirk all the women in the hotel absolutely loved.

  Don’t get me wrong, he was an extremely good-looking man in his mid-thirties, dres
sed impeccably in his gray suit with his perfectly coifed dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes. However, I knew not to mix business with pleasure. Jared had the same work ethic, even if he did love to flash that smile of his around.

  “Ready to call it a night?” He leaned against the door frame.

  Sliding away from my desk, I stood and rolled my neck. “I should’ve called it a night two hours ago. What are you still doing here?”

  “I’m here to deliver a message,” he said, grinning ear to ear.

  I grabbed my purse and smiled back. “And that would be?”

  “Drinks at the Wild River Grill. My father wanted to make sure you came.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “I think the mention of a promotion came up.”

  Mouth gaping, I stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious?”

  He nodded toward the hall and I followed him out. “You deserve it. My father and I have been impressed with you. Your marketing skills are top notch. Without you, we wouldn’t have had the spike in revenue this past year.”

  It was just what I needed to hear. I’d worked hard getting our hotel into the number one spot for top vacation resorts in our area. Ever since then, we’d been booked solid for months. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Mya.

  Me: Raincheck? I’m meeting the owner at Wild River! I’m getting a promotion!

  Mya: Hell yeah! Call me later! I want deets!

  Me: Definitely! :)

  “Everything all right?” Jared asked, glancing down at my phone.

  I slid it back into my purse. “Of course. I was going to eat dinner with Mya, but I told her I needed a raincheck.”

  “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to take you away from your plans.”

  I waved him off. “No worries. If I’m getting a promotion, it’s all worth it.” We turned the corner and I could hear people talking in the lobby. “By the way, how’s your sister doing? The last thing you told me was that she was in Paris trying to build her portfolio.” I’d graduated with Lauren Beckett and she had always been a beautiful girl. It didn’t surprise me when Jared told me she was a high-fashion model.

  Jared smiled. “She’s doing great. She flew into town about a week ago. I’m sure she’ll be at the restaurant tonight. You two can catch up.”

  Entering the lobby, I recognized one of our guests standing by the desk, talking to our front desk manager, Emily Parks, and one of our housekeepers, Zoe Henderson. I’d checked him in earlier, and he flirted with me just like he was doing with Emily and Zoe. They both tried to grab his attention by taking over the conversation. Andrew seemed to enjoy their attention. Typical man. It was one of the reasons why I hated dating. I couldn’t trust anyone to keep their eyes on me.

  Turning her focus to me and Jared, Emily cleared her throat and smiled happily. “Hey, you two.”

  I joined them behind the desk. Emily was thirty years old—two years older than me—with bright blonde, wavy hair and a gorgeous smile. Her sister was a dentist, so her teeth were perfect. Zoe had dark red hair and creamy skin with freckles across her cheeks and nose. As far as personalities went, I enjoyed Zoe’s down to earth demeanor over Emily’s tendency to be self-absorbed, but they were both pleasant to be around.

  “Andrew Davies . . .” Jared smiled and waved, stopping in front of the desk. “Damn, brother, it’s good to see you. You’ve been in town for weeks. Been too busy to see me?” He gave him a hug.

  Andrew was around thirty-five years old with bright blond hair, greenish-brown eyes, and a muscular build. He glanced at me and smiled before turning his attention back to Jared. “I have been. I stayed with Marcus up in Montana for a few weeks, then came down here so I could visit Daniel. He’s heading out for a couple of days, so I thought I’d stay here.”

  “Good deal. I haven’t seen Marcus in over a year. How the hell is he?”

  Andrew shrugged. “Same as always. Loves to drink and has a new woman every week.”

  “That he does. I’m assuming you’re all checked in?”

  He nodded and pointed at me. “This lovely woman was kind enough to show me around.”

  Jared nodded appreciatively. “And that’s why she’s getting a promotion.” He slapped his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “Andrew and I graduated college together. We were in the same fraternity.”

  Andrew chuckled and nodded back at Jared. “Of course, this guy always liked to get in trouble. I bet we had to do at least five-hundred hours of community service.”

  “That was a long, long time ago, my friend.” Jared laughed.

  I couldn’t help but smile. I’d never been in a sorority during my college days at Cornell, but I always had a blast with my friends. In fact, I still kept in touch with several of them. It was hard though, considering most of them sought jobs in New York, while I’d headed home to Wyoming. “Sounds like you all had quite an adventurous college life.”

  Jared’s face brightened. “We did. Our frat was the wildest one on campus. I was president our senior year.”

  “I was VP,” Andrew added. “And our friend was back up VP. Daniel refused to be anything less.”

  They both laughed. “Did Daniel say where he was going?” Jared asked.

  Andrew’s smile slightly faded. “No, he didn’t tell me.”

  The conversation took on a personal tone, so I sat down and Emily joined me, while Zoe waved goodbye and wandered down the hall. Grabbing my phone out of my purse, I sent a quick text to my mother, so she’d know I was okay. It was something I did if I knew I’d be late; I didn’t want them to worry.

  “Another promotion, huh?” Emily said quietly. “Congratulations.”

  Excitement bubbled in my chest. “Thanks. I definitely wasn’t expecting it.”

  She shrugged. “You’re good at what you do.”

  “So are you,” I assured her with a smile.

  Emily and I weren’t close, but I enjoyed working with her at times. She was just a little too into herself for my liking. Don’t get me wrong, it was interesting hearing her stories about traveling the world and working in different hotels, but she always had a way of turning every conversation into something about her.

  “Ready to go?” Jared asked, drumming his hands on the desk. “You can ride with me if you want. Andrew’s going to join us as well.”

  I shook my head. “Thanks, but I’ll meet you there. I want to take my car, so I can go straight home afterward.”

  He shrugged. “All right, sounds good.”

  Swooping up my purse from the front desk, Emily winked at me. “Good luck tonight.”

  “Thanks,” I replied nervously. It was a good nervous feeling though.

  I followed Jared and Andrew into the parking lot. The night air was chilly, but that was to be expected, since it was only the first week of May. There was still a bunch of snow on the mountaintops, glittering in the moonlight.

  Jared’s little red sports car was right beside my silver SUV. “Your husband’s not going to mind you having drinks with us, is he?” Andrew asked, his eyes twinkling in the lights.

  He’d flirted with me earlier, and I wasn’t going to lie, it felt good to be noticed. My life tended to be lonely at times, but after being cheated on by the man I thought I was going to marry, my heart was guarded.

  “I’m not married, Mr. Davies.”

  His grin widened. “Great. Maybe on your day off you can show me around?”

  Jared cleared his throat. “All right, Drew. I didn’t invite you to come along so you could hit on her.”

  Chuckling, Andrew opened the passenger side door of Jared’s car. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to make friends.” He winked at me and got in the car.

  Jared sighed and shook his head. “Sorry about that. It’s hard for him to resist when he sees a beautiful woman.”

  I shrugged. “No worries. He seems nice enough. I just wish I had the time to date.”

  He nodded. “I know the feeling.”

  Getting in my car, I remembered I needed to call
my parents. After digging through my purse, I couldn’t find it. I could’ve sworn I put it back in my purse after I texted my mother. Making sure I had the car keys on me, I hopped out of my car and hurried back inside the hotel.

  Emily hung up the phone and held out my cell. “I figured you’d be back in to get it. I was going to run it out to you once I got off the phone.”

  I took it from her, clutching it to my chest. “Thank you. It must have fallen out of my purse.”

  She scooted me away with her hands. “You better get going. Don’t want to keep Mr. Beckett waiting.”

  “No, I don’t.” I waved and hurried out the door once again.

  Stopping at my car, I was about to call my parents when I noticed a dark figure come up behind me in the reflection on my window. I gasped and turned around, only to feel pain shoot through the back of my head. My vision blurred and my knees buckled. There was so much pain. I wanted to scream for help, but the darkness came swiftly.

  Ian

  “We’ll be out back in about twenty minutes. When you get a shot, go for it,” Bryce whispered low. Sweat poured down my back and it wasn’t even hot in New York City this time of year. However, being on the rooftop of a downtown hotel was a different story.

  I set my sights on the restaurant’s back door. “Will do, brother. I’ve already interrupted the hotel’s video feed. We should be good to go.”

  “Roger that. Be safe out there.”

  “You too.” With dread settling into the pit of my stomach, I hung up.

  Bryce was my twin brother, and an FBI agent just like me. More importantly, we were a part of the Circle of Justice, a group of assassins who targeted those who escaped the system. We were currently going after a mob leader—our favorite type of hit. These jobs were more complicated than the others, as these men were always prepared for a fight.

  For the past year, Bryce had been working undercover, cut off from our family, except for me. He was in too deep. I’d promised to help him in any way I could.

  Time ticked by, but my aim never swayed from the back door of the Italian restaurant. Being a part of the mob was like being in a whole new world. I hadn’t personally been stuck on the inside, but I’d seen it through Bryce’s eyes. He’d done so much to gain their trust; I wondered if he’d ever be free again.