by Dark Angel
Table of Contents
Title Page
Description
Dedication
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From The Authors
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
A Special Treat from the Author
Murder/Love
Offense & Defense
The Virgin Market
Single TV Dad
Hit & Run
Blessed
Seven Deadly Sinners
A Reverse Harem Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
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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Description
Dedication
To Jennifer Cochran.
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Alexis Angel
36 Inches
Cunning Linguist
Single TV Dad
Sevensome
Head Hunter
Blessed
Offense & Defense
Princely Passions
Lust Muscle
The Biggest Licker
Cindersmellya
100 Days
24 Inches
Stories From The 6 Train
Mr. President
Dirty Daddy
D.I.L.F.
12 Inches
Python
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Red & Blue
Jailbait
Abby Angel
Hit & Run
Boxers & Briefs
Profit & Lace
Mergers & Acquisitions
Woman of the House
Men of the House
Dark Angel
Three Beasts
Murder/Love
Hostile Work Environment
B.I.L.F.
Dr. Single Dad
Two Beasts
Buyer’s Market
Gambling For the Virgin
The Virgin Market
Dirty Lil’ Angels
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Chapter 1
Caroline
Christmas Day isn’t supposed to be like this.
I'm at my father's mansion in Westchester County, about an hour outside of New York City. I hate it here now. It's a cold and brooding place with lots of fireplaces, but not a lot of warmth.
At least not since my father divorced my mom and kicked her out.
Out of the dozens of rooms, I've picked one little guest room at the end that's far removed from my father and his new wife Mary.
I'm curled up in the window seat of my room reading an Alexis Angel book, but I take a reprieve to stare out at the snow gently falling upon the tree-lined driveway and the expansive grounds. It's beautiful here, sure, but there's not a lot of cheer.
"Caroline! Dinner's being served." The shrill voice of my stepmother, Mary, cuts into the peace I’m trying to find. I sigh and give up my little sanctum to go deal with my father and his new wife.
I step into my Louboutins, which match my gauzy white designer dress, and head down for the Christmas Eve feast.
I pull my sweater tightly around my body and attempt to perk up despite sitting down to a table with just my dad and stepmom. He’s an overwhelming bully who kicked my mom to the curb the moment she started to age.
Mary’s the younger model who married my dad for the cash and not much else. She's a gold-digger for sure, and—get this—she’s the exact same age as I am. Gross, right?
"So, Dad, who cooked this nice dinner?" I ask, trying to make conversation, even though I’m sure I’ll regret it.
My father, Edwin, looks up from his plate as though he's just now noticing that I’m here. Nothing new there. "What? Oh, um, the chef, Carl. You remember him, right?"
"No, honey," Mary says. "Carl is new. Caroline's been away at Vassar. She's been relying on college food. But you wouldn't know good food anyway, would you now, Caroline?"
Her remarks are always laced with an underlying insult or criticism. She hates me as much as I hate her, like she thinks I’m a threat or something.
"Well, I grew up with private chefs, you know,” I reply, my voice dripping with insincerity. “But at school, the last thing on my mind is what I eat. I'm just so into my studies."
"Oh, that's great, sweetie." My dad is barely listening as he pours himself more scotch. He turns right back to Mary and gives her a salacious look that makes me nauseous.
Right over Christmas Eve dinner.
Again, gross.
This depresses me. Nothing is the same without my mother here. This is the first Christmas I've ever spent away from her.
I feel like my father’s trying to etch her out of my mind and heart, but it will never happen. He hardly even notices me these days, so I don't understand why it's so important for me to be here for Christmas Eve dinner.
I push the food around on my plate, my appetite gone. I can't wait until I'm twenty-five, and I can get my hands on my trust fund and live the way I want to live. Then I won't have to come here or be under my dad's control ever again.
He’s got me under his thumb by keeping me away from my mom. Being here on such a special night like this makes me miss her more than ever. It’s like part of my soul’s been taken away.
It’s just not Christmas without Mom.
Mary’s serving herself more wine and they’re both getting drunk like usual. I wonder when I can make my escape to my room and get back to my book. It was a hell of a lot more interesting than this farce of a holiday celebration.
I’m silently plotting a way out, but before I can do anything, a pounding, shredding noise slices through the Christmas music piping through the hidden sound system. The sound is coming from the foyer.
Mary and I both scream as we look a
round. That sound…oh my, God. An axe is chopping through the front door!
Then someone kicks the door in. My breath catches in my throat.
Three hulking beasts of men come striding through, and I sink back into my chair in horror.
Somebody get me outta here!
They must be six foot five, all of them, and made of pure stone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen men that ripped in my life. I shiver in fear at the sight of them and wish more than anything that I wasn’t here.
Why couldn’t I have just spent Christmas with Mom?
Holy shit. These guys are wearing black safety vests and they're carrying huge guns. It's a lot to take in. I find that I’m shaking all over.
What’s going on here? Is this the kind of business my dad’s into? I’m horrified, and I wonder if these are my last moments on earth.
Just the perfect way to end the evening—men invading our house with guns on Christmas Eve.
I feel like I might black out in fear of what’s happening. I clench my hands around the seat and try to be invisible, silently praying for my mom and that she won’t be too devastated when she learns that I’m dead.
Both my father and Mary cower back in their seats.
"What do you want?" my father cries.
The guy who looks like he’s in charge stands there staring us down with a hardened gaze and says, "Oh, Edwin, did you think you could hide from your debts forever?"
I’m staring at the man who’s talking to my dad, and boy, does he looks like a wall of muscle. His face is serious, and I wonder how my dad’s not completely cowering in front of him.
The man’s dark eyes dart towards me and there’s a hint of acknowledgment there. I’m afraid that now that he’s seen me, I’m suddenly a part of this.
"Um, Dad, what is going on?" My voice trembles.
These men are so intimidating. They look like criminal warlords, from an entirely different reality than my own. I feel like they could even be the mafia or something equally sinister.
"Shut the fuck up, Caroline," my father scolds me, and I feel myself turn beet red in front of these men. He looks up at the one who broke the door down.
"What do you want, Ares? Why are you here?" he asks coolly.
He does know them. Are they the kind of people he does business with, like I suspected?
He’s a little too calm, and I can’t help but wonder why. I had no idea my dad dealt with anyone who wasn’t wearing a suit.
"All we need is the money you borrowed from Archibald Cox. You know we do his bidding."
My father stammers, "I have the money. I have it. I'll get it to you in the new year."
The other man speaks up now. "We hate being lied to, Edwin. We've hacked your accounts, and we know that you’re not good for it.”
My dad gets all worked up now with this news. “I’ll have the money when I have it, Samuel, and there's nothing you can do about it. In fact, Archibald Cox can go fuck himself!"
I roll my eyes as he says this. My dad really doesn’t know how to play it cool. He has guns to his face on Christmas Eve, and he's still completely pompous and arrogant.
He's rude and selfish and his new wife isn't much better. She’s entirely consumed by possessions and all she ever talks about is how she spends my dad's money. I need them to start acting normally now.
And a normal reaction to dealing with these men is to cower and to apologize and to beg for your life.
They need to do it already or we all may end up dead.
In fact, Mary may be even stupider than my dad, as evidenced by the fact that she gets up now and drunkenly sways as she says, "Boys, you heard the man. You better get up on out of here or we will call the guard at the gate.”
“You’re ruining our dinner!” She continues. “How dare you come in here to my table and demand things of my husband. He will kill you with his bare hands."
Oh my God, she’s going to get us killed.
The men look especially angry now. I’m frozen in my seat, trying to disappear. I can’t believe she’s this stupid. I thought even Mary had more sense than to act like an idiot with three thugs waving guns in her face.
Undeterred, she continues her little rant. “I think it’s just disgusting how you would come into our house like this, you no-good assholes…"
Just then, the man called Ares turns his gun on her and shoots her right through the heart. It silences her for sure. She falls to the floor in one bloodied heap. And I’m left staring wide-eyed.
The terror that runs through my body causes me to feel ice cold. A shiver races up my spine, and for a second I close my eyes in case this is it for me too.
I can’t watch. I don’t want to see when he pulls the trigger.
I squeeze my eyes closed but then nothing happens.
I can’t believe it. I’m still alive.
Slowly, I open my eyes.
Chapter 2
Caroline
We all stare at Mary’s body on the floor. She’s dead. I can’t believe it. It’s like a nightmare come to life.
Who knew when we sat down to dinner this would be it for her?
She did spout off to these terrifying men, but still, I never would’ve wanted something like this to happen to her. Her only crime was being selfish, and whoever had to die for that?
I don’t have time to mourn right now, though, because I'm worried I may be next. I try to gaze at the floor, at her body, at anything besides the three imposing figures surrounding our table.
I can tell my dad is extremely worried by now. I think he never thought they'd do it. My dad has been treating this whole thing as a joke.
Well, now it's about to end with one of us dead, just like Mary, unless he can somehow smooth this thing over.
He looks frightened—as he should—and his tone changes now as he pleads with them. "Come on, guys, there has to be something I can do here. Anything. Take anything you want. I'll do whatever you require, just please God, let me live."
He doesn't mention me or move to protect me or anything. It’s like even in what could be my last moments alive, my dad doesn’t make a move to protect me.
I can’t believe it. I feel so vulnerable and exposed. I feel alone in the world.
My dad is a big man and he’s usually such a bully, but right now, he’s actually getting down on his knees in front of Ares.
"Please, Ares, you gotta help me. There has to be some way we can arrange something between us. I have equity and collateral in my stocks, in real estate, just give me some time to sell them."
He's practically kissing the huge, terrifying guy’s feet, and it's embarrassing. My dad has no pride.
You'd think for such a qualified bully he'd be above all this groveling, but apparently not.
He’s a business man, a power player. I always looked up to my dad in terms of business. I thought he was a leader, a capable one. I was sorely wrong on this.
The man called Ares looks down on my father's pitiful display. "The time for forgiveness has passed. Archibald Cox has sent us to collect on the debt. If we can’t collect then we must repossess."
I look up as he says the word repossess because he places special emphasis on it.
But that’s when I see it. I see the hungry looks of all three men trained on me.
They’re feasting on my body with their eyes and making no attempt to hide their stares. They're not even looking at my father as he begs—they’re looking at me.
I try to just be still and hide my conflicting emotions. These men are killers, involved in some business that I don’t even want to know about, and yet they seem to think I'm the most delicious thing on the menu.
This makes me blush considering how gorgeous they all are. It's like being in a room with the hottest guys you've ever seen. I know I should be hating them—I mean they just shot and killed someone right in front of me—but I'm loving their attention despite everything in me screaming that I shouldn’t.
What’s wrong with me? It must be
some type of trauma-induced reaction or something. Because there’s no other explanation for why their heated stares are making me feel things I’ve never felt before. I've managed to stay a virgin this long and I did it largely to prove to my dad that I am a good girl worth loving.
The image I had of him is beginning to crumble as I see my dad is not what he appears to be. And so even though I’m still a virgin, my panties are suddenly soaked at the thought of these guys unabashedly sizing me up.
My father looks over at me and he sees the way they're ogling me. He uses it to his advantage, and suddenly, I’m aware that I'm a pawn in this game—a game of which I want to have no part.
Fuck.
They see me.
My dad sees them seeing me.
Everything has changed in a heartbeat and I know I'm now at the center of this, whether I want to be or not.
My dad desperately says, "take her. You like my daughter? Why don't you take her instead while I come up with the money?"
Three hungry pairs of eyes darken upon me. The evil thoughts they must be having about what they’ll do to me once I'm in their clutches has me feeling confused...why does it excite me? Shouldn't it terrify me that they might be thinking about taking advantage of me?
There's nothing to question in their hungry looks. They want me.
And I want them.
I know that they're strangers. That this is so wrong...but I don't think about what feels right or wrong.
My body gives way to pure instinct, lust unwrapping my inhibitions and making me crave them.
My mind twists into a weird fantasy of being with these chiseled men who are tormenting my father. A delicious shiver races through my body at the idea of them having their way with me.
And why should I care about him? He’s handing me over to them like I'm nothing of worth. His own daughter.
I'd rather go with them than be here with my unloving father who wants to use me as a bargaining chip in his twisted games.
He repeats the two words that will change my life forever: “Take her.”
They look at me greedily, and I realize this might actually be happening. I'm about to taken hostage and these three chiseled beasts of men will be my captors.