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Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty #3) by Lauren Landish
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He’ll show her the truth, no matter how ugly it may be.
Then I met my obsession. Allie Bancroft.
I live in a dangerous world, so she thinks I want to lock her away in a gilded cage. But I want to set her free. I want to make her my queen.
Whatever it takes, I’ll have her at my side.
Once we cross that line, will she be able to handle the depth of my passion?
Allie is mine, even if she’s my undoing.
Dirty Secrets is a full-length sexy standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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The shot rings out, and before the echo even dies, I’m running to her. I don’t care about the rest. I just care about her. I will not allow harm to come to her.
I hear a high-pitched scream pierce the air. Someone’s hurt, and I start uselessly praying to anything listening to a devil like me . . . please, let her be okay. I’ll trade everything I have. The empire I’ve built can turn to dust if it’ll ensure her safety.
By the time I reach the hallway, there’s already a small group of my people standing in the doorway, mouths hanging open. Whatever they’re looking at, it’s the sort of shock that makes people forget themselves, the sort of thing only violence can bring. It’s a look I’m more than familiar with.
I don’t even have to order them to move. They just part like the red sea as I approach, barreling in to take stock of what’s happened. There’s blood spray on the walls and a dead guy in an expensive suit sitting in a chair, but he doesn’t matter. I’ll get the details on him later.
All that matters is Allie.
My heart starts beating again as I see her. She’s cowering in the corner, her brown eyes wide with terror. The spatters of blood on her face, on her breasts, on her stomach make me hot with fury, but at least she doesn’t seem to be wounded.
Still, the fact that someone has sullied her body, so sweet and tempting and mine, makes the insult of a hit in my territory that much worse. My men quickly follow my orders to handle the situation, but my attention never wavers from Allie. She’s what counts, and I can’t wait to get everyone else out of here.
Thankfully, my men are well-trained and professional. Once they scatter to carry out my commands, I gather her into my arms, ushering her into my office. She’s so shocked I finally scoop her up to carry her up the stairs, nudging open the door with a toe before I set her down in a chair, cringing at the smear of blood bright against the white leather. It doesn’t matter. I’m just thankful it’s not hers.
I fill a crystal glass with whiskey and force it into her shaky hand.
She glances at it unseeingly and I can tell she’s lost in her head, replaying what she just witnessed in her mind’s eye on an endlessly-looping, surreal repeat. I remember when I felt like that. In my mind, events slowed and sped up at chaotic intervals, fresh details coming forward to be blurred into confusion by the next replay as something else takes precedence. It pains me to watch my Allie suffer through the same torment.
I lift the glass with a gentle touch, and as it reaches her lip, she drinks reflexively. Encouraged, I tilt the glass up further, and she downs the whole shot.
Setting the empty glass on the nearby table, I take a handkerchief out of my breast pocket. It’s silk, but still not fine enough for a creature as beautiful and precious as Allie, but it’s all I have.
I squat in front of her, my hand moving slowly so as not to startle her, but she still tries to intercept it.
“Let me,” I order, not allowing disobedience. Her hands fall to her lap and her eyes flutter closed, flicking behind her smoky lids. She’s made up for the stage, not like I prefer her, fresh-faced with only a hint of makeup to highlight her natural flawlessness.
As I clean her face, I’m struck by how easy it would be to finally give in. She’s so close, mere inches from me, eyes closed, lips parted, her spicy floral perfume surrounding me though it’s tinged with the metallic tang of blood. She’s soft right now, all her defenses lowered in shock, and I could ease her anguish, give her something else to focus on . . . me.
I wipe a smudge from right beside her lip, close enough that our breaths mingle. My thumb trembles, and I take a deep breath.
“Allie,” I rasp, my voice a rough rumble. Her eyes pop open, meeting mine, and I can sense that she feels the charge in the air too.
She bites her lip, white teeth bright against the deep red, and her breath catches.
“Dominick?” she whispers, the confusion apparent in her questioning tone.
The sound of my name on her lips, breathy and soft, is a memory I’ll keep forever. A better one than the rest of the shit show tonight has been.
But it’s enough to wake me from the hazy fog Allie puts me into. I know better than this. I am better than this. I set the rules for a reason, and no leader can be effective if he holds himself to a different standard than he holds his subordinates.