Wicked and Bare – Soldiers for Hire Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
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On the other hand, Matt’s expression warned her not to push back.

“All right. What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’ll be up until five a.m. And if Todd wants to have words when he comes back, I’ll be waiting.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Just after two a.m., the altercation Matt expected slammed the front door and stormed through the apartment’s open area before stomping down the hall. Matt downed the last of his coffee and waited with violent glee.

Toddhole stopped short when he saw the path to Madison’s bedroom door blocked. “Move, Montgomery.”

The bastard tried to shove him aside, so Matt grabbed his wrist. “Don’t touch me.”

Todd jerked free. “You don’t tell me where I can and can’t go in my own house.”

“Except Madison’s bedroom. Maybe you don’t grasp the concept of a bodyguard. I’ll explain it in small words. I protect her from anything that threatens or frightens her, especially you. If she’d wanted to see your sorry ass, she wouldn’t have locked you out of her bedroom. So move along.”

“That lock won’t stop me.” Todd scoffed as he swiped his key fob over the panel to the right of her door.

The green light flashed, and he reached for the knob.

Rage burst through every corner of Matt’s system. He was dying to slam Todd against the wall until his skull cracked and his brains oozed out. The fucker had lied about being able to access Madison’s personal spaces and totally disrespected her boundaries. Matt added that to the list of reasons Todd needed to die and placed his body squarely between the asshole and her door. “The lock may not stop you. But I will.”

Her husband scoffed. “Jesus. Haven’t you figured it out yet, you idiot? Madison isn’t worth your effort. She’s just another pussy. There are literally billions out there.”

“If that’s how you feel, then you don’t need to be breaking into her bedroom. You’ve got a new ‘pet’ to enjoy.”

“I do. And she gives an absolutely spine-twisting, knee-melting blow job. Best ever, really.”

At sixteen. Matt’s gut curdled. Calling this pedophile an asshole was too kind. And as much as he’d love to round up evidence of Todd’s illegal activities with minors and turn them over to the authorities, Matt had no illusions. If the spoiled shit and his grandfather could make both an illegitimate child and his cousin’s murder disappear, they would squash any story about his seduction of underage girls.

To ensure Todd could never hurt Madison again, he would have to come up with something irrefutable and an ironclad way to bypass the crooked press all too willing to suck Winston Pershing’s senatorial cock.

“Congratulations on defiling a child. You’re disgusting.”

He laughed. “Stay on your high-and-mighty horse. More sweet, underage pussy for me.”

“Another reason you don’t need Madison’s. Move on. I believe your bedroom is that way.” He pointed to the door at the end of the hall.

Todd’s eyes narrowed. “I say when I’m done with Madison. And I’m not yet. She and I need to chat about her behavior tonight. She isn’t allowed to come for you under my roof.”

So the douche had already seen the apartment’s security footage.

“I didn’t touch her,” Matt pointed out.

Something crossed Todd’s face. He pretended it was revulsion, but Matt wasn’t buying it. “You didn’t have to. Like a shameless slut, she got herself off for you, to the sound of your voice.”

“Why would you think that? She took a nap. I muttered to myself about the TV remote.”

“In her ear? With the music up full blast? In the dark?” Todd raised a skeptical brow. “Liar.”

Matt crossed his arms over his chest and towered over the little prick. “Prove it.”

“She’s not worth this shit. Instead of protecting her worthless hide so you can occasionally poke her well-used piece of ass, let me make this worth your while. You can walk away a rich man.”

Matt wasn’t remotely shocked by Todd’s attempted bribery. He was only surprised it had taken this long. He’d half expected the asshole to try buying him off at the airport. “How rich?”

“Name your price.” Todd’s smarmy confidence was as annoying as it was laughable.

“You can’t afford me.”

“Please. You grew up in a nowhere little town in Wyoming, in a shitty fucking ranch house, and you were raised by a whoremongering father with a hard-on for controlling the helpless little sluts he pushed around and banged. You have an obscene number of notches on your bedpost, so you’re a chip off the old block. And no future. All the money you have in the bank right now? I could snort that much up my nose tonight and not even miss it. My family’s wealth is in the top point one percent of this country. I can absolutely afford a nobody like you. Try me.”

“Everything you said about me and my dad is true. I have nothing to hide, and I never said I was rich. If you’re the poster boy for wealth, I don’t think it’s a virtue. And there isn’t enough money in the world to make me walk away from Madison.”


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