His Game – His Obsession Trilogy Buch 1 (EBOOK)
His Game – His Obsession Trilogy Buch 1 (EBOOK)
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Ich bin kein Held. Ich bin ein Bösewicht. Ein Biest. Ich verdiene das Happy End in diesem verdammten Märchen nicht.
Aber ich werde es verdammt noch mal ertragen ... und sie ...
Mein Bruder hat die Frau gestohlen, die ich liebte. Er ließ sie direkt vor meinen Augen ermorden. Und das werde ich lass ihn bezahlen.
Durch die Entführung seiner Verlobten.
Veda ist eine Ablenkung. Eine Schwäche, die ich mir nicht leisten kann. Ich sollte meine Gedanken – und Hände – von ihr fernhalten.
Aber ich nicht.
Alles, was es braucht, ist ein Geschmack, eine Berührung, und ich bin besessen . Jetzt ist sie mehr als nur eine Schachfigur in diesem Rachespiel.
Sie gehört mir .
Ich weiß, dass es nicht von Dauer sein kann. Schönheit wie ihre gehört nicht in meine dunkle Welt ...
Ein anständiger Mann würde sie gehen lassen.
Aber so ein Mann bin ich nicht ...
His Game , Buch 1 der His Obsession-Trilogie, ist ein sexy, emotionaler, angstvoller, düsterer zeitgenössischer Liebesthriller über Mafia und organisierte Kriminalität. Wenn Sie jemals „Die Schöne und das Biest“ gesehen haben und sich gewünscht haben, dass „Beast“ am Ende ein Biest bleibt , oder „Die Sopranos “ gesehen haben und sich gewünscht haben, dass da viel mehr heiße Romantik drin wäre, dann laden Sie es noch heute herunter und machen Sie sich bereit, sich in Luca zu verlieben.
- Age Gap
- He Kidnaps Her
- Knife Play
- Mistaken Identity
- Touch Her and Die Vibes
His Game, book 1 in the His Obsession trilogy, is a sexy, emotional, angsty, dark contemporary mafia / organized crime romance thriller. If you ever watched Beauty and the Beast and wished Beast stayed a beast at the end, or ever watched The Sopranos and wished there was way more hot romance in it, then download today and get ready to fall for Luca.
My brother stole the woman I loved. He had her murdered right in front of me. And I will make him pay.
By kidnapping his fiancé.
Veda is a distraction. A weakness I can’t afford. I should keep my mind—and hands—off of her.
But I don’t.
All it takes is one taste, one touch, and I’m obsessed. Now, she’s more than just a pawn in this game of revenge.
I know it can’t last. Beauty like hers doesn’t belong in my dark world…
A decent man would let her go.
But I’m not that kind of man…
Chapter 1 - Look Inside
Chapter 1 - Look Inside
"Nicole, get your scraggly ass out here right now! You bitch!"
I screamed the words into the empty foyer, listening for some response as they echoed through the sparsely furnished rooms of my twin sister's fancy new downtown condo. This was the third time I'd been here in the past week, and every time I had to come back, I only got more and more pissed off. When there was still no response, I shut the front door and laid my spare key on the overpriced marble table--I wouldn't be needing it anymore--and narrowed my eyes at the obnoxious vase of flowers she kept there just because she knew I was allergic to them.
Right on cue, I sneezed. With a snarl, I grabbed the vase, stalked as well as I could in my flip-flops across the main room to the patio doors that led out to the balcony, flung them open, and nearly chucked the entire thing over the railing. But the blast of Texas heat made me pause at the last minute and gave me time to rethink what I was about to do. Taking the flowers out of the vase, I threw them over, then dropped the vase on the patio, smiling as it smashed into tiny shards of glass. "Oops." After all, if I dropped a crystal vase fifteen floors down, I'd probably kill someone, and I really didn't want that on my conscience, even if I didn't get caught.
I went back into the air-conditioned condo and shut the doors again, muting the sounds of the city down below and the likely tirade that would be aimed at me when a cluster of daisies and carnations landed on someone's head. Dusting the pollen off my hands, I felt a surge of satisfaction. I was done being my sister's errand runner, grocery shopper, and whatever the hell else Nicole deemed herself too rich and famous to do for herself. I'd been doing it since she got her first acting job two years ago, and as she got more and more offers for jobs, and more and more full of herself, I'd wanted to quit many times. But I didn't. Because she was my fucking sister.
But this last demand of hers...ha! This I would not do.
Reaching into the front pocket of the artfully ripped jean shorts I'd scored at Goodwill, I pulled out the invitation I'd gotten in the mail earlier this week. It was covered in some kind of loopy calligraphy that I eventually interpreted to be Nicole's way of ordering me to be her maid of honor in her upcoming nuptials. Where she would marry someone I, her very own sister, had never met and that I'd known absolutely nothing about until I'd received the invitation. A wedding I probably wouldn't have even been invited to if it wasn't for the fact that I was her only sister, and that at least one of our parents would be pissed enough to cut her off from the family if she didn't offer me this exalted position.
Done. I am so fucking done.
"Nicole!" I yelled again, just in case she was ignoring me. Popping my head into her bedroom, I scanned the rumpled king-sized bed with the gaudy yellow comforter before walking over to the bathroom. I hated yellow. She was nowhere to be found, so I wandered back out to the kitchen and grabbed a wineglass and a bottle of something that was on the very bottom rack of her wine fridge--which meant she was saving it for a special occasion. Pulling my cell out of my back pocket, I sat down and set my phone on the couch cushion beside me, poured myself a glass of wine, turned on the TV, and put my dusty flip-flops up on her spotless coffee table. And I intended to park my ass right there until my sister came home.
Or until I ran out of wine and needed another bottle. Or a bathroom.
Images flashed across the television screen, but I had no idea what I was watching. All I kept thinking about was how heartbroken our father would be when he found out I'd disowned my sister, but I needed a change. I needed my own life.
My mother, however...well, she probably wouldn't even notice I wasn't coming around anymore. She'd always preferred my older sister over me. Nicole was the child she'd planned on having. I...was not.
I was the unexpected twin with the damaged heart that was never supposed to have happened. Because we were premature, I was born with a patent ductus arteriosus (or PDA). Luckily, the hole was small, and a simple surgery closed the opening between the two major blood vessels leading from my heart. And other than periodic checkups with my cardiologist, I've lived a normal life. My mother, however, had wanted to adopt me out and only keep the healthy baby, but my father somehow managed to talk her out of it. One of the few times he'd been successful at that. How did I know this? Because my mother told me this right to my face when I was thirteen years old.
And honestly, after twenty-two years of feeling nothing from my mother but apathy, I wished he'd have let her do it. Because even though the doctors fixed my heart, I've never been good enough for my mother, no matter how hard I'd tried. My grades were never as good as Nicole's. I was never coordinated enough to be a cheerleader like Nicole. I didn't know how to act around our parent's high society friends, while Nicole could charm them with nothing but a smile and a flip of her bleached, white-blonde hair. Nicole's best friend was the daughter of a man who owned a multi-million-dollar company and invited the entire family out on his yacht. My best friend for the last fifteen years was Sammy, a black lesbian, which of course had to mean I was gay, too. I wasn't, but my mother refused to believe me. And to her, having a daughter who wasn't a “normal” woman was a personal affront to her family's good breeding. I'd spent my entire life feeling like I wasn't worthy. Like I wasn't "as good as."
Trying to get away from my dark thoughts, I took a large gulp of my sister's expensive wine, but I barely tasted the different notes of cherry and chocolate or how smooth it was on my tongue, because no matter how much I tried to run away from it, I was beginning to think my mother was right. I'd barely graduated high school. Never went to college--not because I couldn't afford it, which was true, but because I just didn't want to. I could get jobs, but had a hard time keeping them, either because I got bored or I got fired. And if Nicole hadn't hired me to be her lackey, I probably would've ended up out on the street by now.
However, that didn't mean I had to put up with my sister's abuse anymore. Every word she directed toward me, every little thing she conned me into doing for her, every time she looked down her nose at me...
No. I was fucking done. I might not be as charming as her, or as smart as her, or even as sexy as her--because I was a bit "thicker" as Mom loved to remind me, despite the fact we were identical twins--but I was worth something to somebody. Somewhere.
And maybe if I got the hell away from my sister, I'd start believing that.
I heard the click of the front door and swung my head in that direction, frowning as I waited for the room to right itself again. Maybe the wine hadn't been such a good idea. But then again, maybe it would give me the courage to say what I had to say without giving Nicole the opportunity to make me doubt my own words, as she tended to do.
Setting my wine glass next to the nearly empty bottle, I got to my feet and unconsciously pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face my only sibling, my twin, who I both loved and hated in equal measure. Well, maybe like sixty/forty.
I waited to hear the heels she always wore clacking across the stained concrete floors as she waltzed into the room with her usual air of self-importance, arms full of shopping bags since it was Saturday and she always shopped on the weekends unless she was on set. When I didn't hear anything, I sidestepped my way out from between the couch and the coffee table and walked over to the center of the room so I could see the front door.
A tall, good-looking man with dark hair and a short beard stood just out of view of where I'd been sitting. He was wearing a tailored, nondescript suit that would easily blend in with all of the other businessmen working in the city. Behind him was another man dressed much the same, only his black hair stuck straight up on his head. Sunglasses hid his eyes and a five o'clock shadow covered his hard jaw. He was even taller than the other guy. Neither one looked surprised to see me.
Could one of these guys be the fiancée I'd yet to meet?