by Jackson Kane
“Just lucky, I guess.” Veto smirked.
He'd said that to me before—the second time he'd fixed my car. “Yeah,” I chuckled. “I guess you are Mr. Lucky.” But does that make me Mrs. Lucky? The idea of being with Veto rekindled a hope inside of me. But something was also eating at me that I really needed to get out. “I wish I could tell you that I'm a perfect, happy girl that will be your perpetual ray of sunshine, but I'm not. I'm flawed, occasionally petty, selfish and stubborn.”
“You're really selling yourself here.”
“But I want to be better! I’m trying,” I said. “It's just that you keep saying I'm generous. I'm not, not entirely. I want us to start on an honest footing.”
“No one ever thinks it, but it really is lonely at the top.” Veto’s joking facade melted away. “That’s why I left New York. All anyone ever saw me as was some trust fund baby skating through life. When everyone is constantly trying to get something out of you, it’s hard to be trusting. But with you it’s different. You didn’t know who I was and you still liked me.”
It was impossible to break our stare. Veto was magnetized, seeing all my flaws while daring me to see his. “Of course I liked you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead. “I believe that every day we slowly remake ourselves into the people we want to be. It’s important to surround ourselves with those who bring out the best in us.”
“You think I bring out the best in you?” I asked. Salt stung the corners of my eyes; my vision was blurry.
“I do,” he said. “We’re only human. We’re bound to make mistakes and screw things up. But when I look at you, I know I have a reason to get up, dust myself off, and keep trying.”
I wiped the tears from my face and kissed him. If I was any happier I’d pop off into fireworks.
I had no idea how everything was going to work out, but I was finally looking forward instead of backwards. The next book in my life had just been opened and I was genuinely excited to fill those pages, especially with Veto at my side.
“Is it weird to fall in love in such a short time?” I asked.
“Yes.” He smiled. “But I like that we’re weird. Or maybe we’re just lucky.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Zenya was right.
I'd found my own Mr. Lucky.
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Bigger And Badder: Billionaire Romance
The media calls me the Grim Reaper of Wall Street.
I became the youngest billionaire in history because I'm ruthless—Bigger and Badder than my competition. That's also why I know investing in this small town's football stadium is a waste of my time.
What I didn't know was that she was living here.
Judy is the girl that got away. I've thought about her for years; the night when we danced together... how she felt in my arms.
Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all in on an investment that's doomed to fail.
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Will she be the first person to make me?
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Chapter 1
Garrett
“We're entering Caldwell Hope now, sir.” Mitch's voice squawked over my luxury helicopter's intercom. I’d have flown myself, but I used the travel time to make a few conference calls.
My thumbs rotated their respective black bands as I watched the mountain tops fall away to reveal the smattering of lights of the valley below. They looked like a ball of old Christmas lights that no one bothered to untangle before they plugged them in. Fitting, what with the end of the year holidays only a few weeks away and all.
“I shouldn't be back here,” I spoke the words quietly to myself, idly fingering the black tungsten ring I wore on each hand's ring finger. Immediately a wave of unease sank into my stomach like I'd swallowed hot lead paste.
From this height, I could see how empty the town had become. An early Wednesday night in a resort town during their busy season should've been bristling with activity. It wasn't. Even some of the shops on the main strip had darkened windows.
That bunch of Christmas lights had far too many blown bulbs.
My watch face lit up with a deposit notification. My birthday goal was so close I could taste it. I scrolled to the next email. It was a forwarded message from my assistant, Michael. My nomination into the football Hall of Fame had been approved.
Not bad. I was going to be the youngest person to ever hit thirty billion and one of next year's hall-of-famers. It felt good, in the way eating a pint of ice cream in one sitting does. The feeling was too fleeting.
I should've been on top of the world, but I couldn't shake a feeling that this was a mistake. Caldwell Hope was the beginning of the end for Heidi and me.
That was a long time ago. I have to let it go.
The pilot banked right. The white and yellow dots of street and shop lights gave way to a blazing torch. The CW Kings Stadium came into view, in all of its grand, hopeful and stupidly unfinished glory.
“Touch down in three minutes, sir.”
I told Mitch to swing around. I wanted to see what they were trying to hide. In the wide arc I saw the rest of the city. I'd read the dossier. It was more of an idyllic, tourist village than a city, especially now that the coal industry had completely dried up.
High above the valley a palatial mansion was nestled into a gloomy mountain face; it overlooked the small wounded kingdom that was Caldwell Hope. Massive amounts of light radiated off the mansion, staving off the choking darkness. It was a comforting nightlight for an entire town.
Don't worry, it seemed to say, everything's going to be alright.
I knew better.
They didn't invite the Grim Reaper of Wall Street into their town if they had any other options.
A large swath of flat blackness on the valley floor was broken by pin pricks of flood lighting. The golf course? I jerked forward and leaned over in my seat and spotted the c
lubhouse. Immediately, I thought of dancing with the girl I'd almost met that Halloween night.
Funny...All these years later and I'd never fully stopped thinking about her.
My pilot began his descent into the parking lot, which was the previously agreed on landing zone. The front entrance of the stadium was awash with color and music for my arrival. There were city officials, news vans, and a full band. This felt more like a rock concert than a business meeting.
I'd been to red carpet functions with less pomp.
I sighed, checking my watch. Four hours until my last and most important appointment of the night. Plenty of time.
This wasn't what we agreed on. I told them to keep this small and out of the news. Was this their way of forcing me to help? Expose me to the press and have public opinion lean on me?
“Hey, Mitch? How many cameras you think they have on us?”
They didn’t know who they were dealing with if they thought they could shame me into saving their town.
“No idea, sir”
“What do you say we give them a show?” I opened a small compartment overhead and unzipped the bag inside. Glancing back out the window I could see dozens of people huddled together under massive exterior heat lamps to keep from freezing in the bitter December wind. Well, they were about to warm up. “Pull back up and take me over the twenty yard line. I’m going to take the express way down.”
Chapter 2
Judy
“This is ridiculous!” My dad shouted. “Where the hell is he going?”
“Paul…” A board member groped for my dad distractedly while following our guest’s flight with his eyes, then began tapping his shoulder when we all noticed the helicopter stop and hover high above the stadium.
The helicopter was a dark blot before a cloudless moon. The gesture was chilling and grand, it felt like we were all being surveyed by an alien or a god.
There were nearly fifteen of us hovering beneath the heat lamps of the main stadium entrance: my father, five other board members, Monica who was the head of Public Relations, a three piece string band, several assistants, and me. That wasn’t counting the associated press and the government officials.
What the hell was I doing here?
My dad slapped the board member’s hand away. Dad was the board’s chairman and demanded respect from his contemporaries. He was about to reprimand the man when my gasp startled us.
My hands cupped my mouth and I screamed as I watched a speck break off that dark blot and come plummeting toward the ground. I couldn’t form sentences if my life depended on it, but if I could’ve I would’ve screamed, Holy fucking shit someone just fell out of the helicopter!
My dad grabbed me as if somehow he could protect me from the chaos of the world. My stomach clenched, then lurched. I just knew that hearing the impact was going to make me sick. Watching whoever it was fall terrified me, but not for my own safety.
I’d never seen anyone die before…
Then a parachute opened.
“Oh, thank God!” I sighed, feeling like I was about to fall over from relief. I was suddenly freezing. The excitement had made me start sweating, which made the cold winter air chill me to the bone.
Several people were cursing and muttering at our guest’s showy entrance. They kept their voices down, not wanting a man hundreds of feet above us to hear them. As if that were even possible.
Were they that scared of this guy?
I watched the falling man’s form slowly descend, becoming more and more man-shaped by the second. “Who is this guy?”
“Garrett Walker,” Monica answered curtly as if the name should mean something to me. All I knew about him was that he was some rich investor. I wasn’t asked to do any research, I was just told to be here by Dad for my never ending quest of getting experience.
“The Grim Reaper of Wall Street,” Monica stifled a glare at me that spoke volumes about me not belonging here.
Monica didn’t like me, but she was careful not to show it too much. I was, after all, the boss’s daughter. That made me the most popular outcast no matter how friendly I was or how hard I worked.
In this case she was right though. I had no business meeting some pompous billionaire. It was a different story back when I co-owned Black Rocket Records, but…that was another life.
“So… Are we glossing over the fact that our potential investor just jumped out of a friggin’ helicopter?” The words tumbled out of my mouth as I looked around for confirmation that that was the craziest thing to ever happen. “Everyone saw that right?”
I knew we desperately needed money, but how could we be OK with this? Obviously this person was out of their mind. Who does something like that?
“His father warned me that Garrett was a little on the unorthodox side,” Dad’s mouth gaped in awe as he watched the man’s decent.
“Unorthodox is wearing a teal suit with an orange cowboy hat, Dad. This guy is downright insane! Do you really want to partner up with someone who thinks gravity is a viable mode of transportation?”
“Attend and observe, daughter,”he repeated from earlier in the day. Then he gave me a look that said, and try not to talk too much.
That wasn’t my fault. I always talked a lot when I got nervous. And knowing how much was riding on this meeting…I was plenty nervous.
All I wanted to do was go home, listen to some music, and paint.
“Also, don't mention Aaron Miller around Garrett.” Dad warned. “Those two have the biggest rivalry in sports history.”
I thought about asking for clarification, but I decided to wait until after the meeting for that. I doubted I'd even be able to remember that Aaron guy's name, let alone use it, while Garrett was around.
We all stood in front of a one hundred fifty foot wall of shining metal and glass. The main entrance was by far the most finished and presentable part of the stadium, that’s why we were all set up there. I might not have known who this billionaire was, but I did know how meticulously the meeting was planned.
Garrett Walker was supposed to be greeted here with music and smiles, then be ushered into the luxury boxes for hors d’oeuvres and buttery small talk. He’d be given displays and presentations, then be taken through a carefully laid out, guided tour that showed off the best of what the Caldwell Hope stadium had to offer.
Apparently Garrett had other ideas.
“Sonofabitch,” Dad cursed, pushing past several people still dazed by the presentation. “He’s headed into the field. Let’s go, move your asses people! Christ, it’s like I’m dealing with that damn King boy.”
Now there was a mad dash to preserve as much of that first impression as possible. The band abruptly stopped playing; one musician even dropped their instrument when they were shoved accidentally by a rushing board member. Everyone frantically dashed through Gate A past the ticket lines, through the unfinished seating sections, and out to the field itself.
I was struggling to keep up with the pack. I wore a white dress that was warm but, restrictive as hell. My only saving grace was that I wore flats and not heels. I was already taller than my boss and didn’t want to give Monica any more reasons to hate me.
Garrett Walker stood alone at the forty yard line and tugged at the cuff of his suit jacket, straightening it. He looked like James Bond standing there unfazed, like he didn’t just jump out of a damn helicopter!
Garrett had already removed his parachute harness and protective gear, and was viewing the unfinished stadium with the discerning eye of a man who knew what he was looking for. Dad would compare this to a food critic who walked directly into the back of the restaurant before trying the food.
This was definitely not in the plan.
“Mr. Walker!” Dad shouted from the end zone, waving at the billionaire. He slowed to a light jog then a walk, so he could catch his breath, and so the other board members could catch up.
I thought about all the athletes that would eventually run across this field and how much faster
they would’ve closed the distance. We were a gaggle of overdressed businesspeople clumsily half-jogging across the Astroturf. We were probably the most out-of-shape bunch of people that would ever step foot out here, let alone be running.
Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly, confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway! Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
“What is it?” I asked Dad cautiously. I thought he’d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
“Smart. Very smart,” He said to himself through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. “It’s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, he’s making a statement even before the meeting begins. He’s saying that—”
“He’s in control,” I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall, wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome…
His short, brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. Broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms; he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloria’s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.