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Authors: J.L. Beck
A Kingpin Love Affair
Injustice
A Kingpin Love Affair: Vol. 4
J.L. BECK
Copyright 2015 Josi Beck
Injustice, by Josi Beck
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Copyright 2015 by Josi Beck
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Contents
—Bittersweet Series—
Bittersweet Revenge
Bittersweet Love
Bittersweet Hate
Bittersweet Symphony
Bittersweet Trust
—Kingpin Series—
Indebted
Inevitable
Invincible
Injustice
A Kingpin Series - The Complete Collection
including BONUS Novella – Infringe
—Project Series—
Project: Killer
Worth the Chase
Dangerous Desires
Bittersweet Reunion
Tainted by Her
Severed Ties
Project: Rouge (Project Series #2)
This book is intended for readers 18+ only. It’s a dark, erotic romance that contains copious amounts of violence, sex, murder, swearing, dubiousness, and other things that aren’t suitable for a younger audience.
This book also contains graphic abuse, some that may trigger unwanted or hidden emotions. Please be advised that I DO NOT condone this type of behavior, and I DO NOT agree with emotional and/or physical abuse in any way, shape, or form.
This is a work of fiction, and nothing contained in it is based off my life or someone else’s life. Please heed the warning when I say that this is dark. It’s not rainbows and ponies; it’s murder and darkness that blooms into love.
Isabella
The floor wa
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cold beneath my hands, a blindfold covered my eyes never allowing a sliver of light to break through. I missed the sun and all the things that it brought like warmth, the heat that would coat my skin. I could hear someone next to me sobbing quietly. I had been just like her mere weeks ago. Now I was nothing but a shell of myself, betrayed by my own family and sold into a sex ring.
My hope was shattered, my thoughts of escaping this place disappearing the moment I realized I had nowhere else to go. This was my new home until I was bought, whether I liked it or not. I was beaten, battered and broken in every way, and the worse part was there was nothing I could do as I awaited my fate.
I knew what would come of me—nothing. I would be used for everything I could be, and then when the time came, they would discard me like yesterday’s trash. I had been here months and had seen it happen time and time again. I had come to terms with the life I was being given.
“Tony says we need to move them the fuck out of here. Someone is coming.” A man’s voice I knew all too well echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and flowing through my ears. I had no idea where we were, what was going on, or who it was that had me. I had been drugged, blindfolded, and forced to sit with my hands tied with rope behind my back when I was taken—or rather given away.
“All right, man.” The other man sighed in frustration. “You take the left side of the room and I’ll take the right side.” A shudder worked its way through my body. I wasn’t ready to be touched. I never would be. Maybe they would consider me crazy and just kill me outright. In the end, that would be better than what they would make me into—some drugged up whore.
“Let’s go, Princess.” One of the men growled in my ear just as there was a tug on my arm forcing me to stand. A scream threatened to break free of my lips as my muscles protested, and my body threatened to collapse to the floor. It was then my mind drifted. I was close to going into survival mode. Then again, wasn’t that what I had been doing all along? When was the last time I had eaten something? Drank water? I could feel myself crawling back into my shell.
It only hurt if I allowed it to hurt.
The hand on my arm tightened in warning. Pain was all I ever felt. “I said to fucking move.” Rancid breath encompassed me, my senses going on high alert as I felt him right next to my ear. Forcing my wobbly legs to move, I followed behind him as he tugged me along. I could hear others moving around and wondered how many of us there truly was. Sometimes I even wondered if the other girls thought like I did, felt exactly as I did.
What were they going to do with us?
“Now, you’re going to go through this door and be a good little girl. No kicking, punching, screaming, or trying to escape. Do you understand me?” The anger in his voice promised horrible things and I knew if I tried to get away I wouldn’t like what would happen to me. My teeth rattled as he pushed me, my foot catching on the door jam. With no hands to catch myself, I fell onto the cold dirt-covered ground. I could smell the earth beneath me and wondered what it would be like to become one with it. Fresh tears formed and slid down my face, yet I felt no emotion. Was there a way to shut it off? To make all the hurt go away?
“You klutzy bitch!” he whispered harshly, ripping me from the ground and pulling me back up to my feet, my legs still wobbly.
As soon as I could, I marched forward not wanting to draw more attention to myself. In the pit of my stomach my nerves unraveled. The desire to know where it was I was going and who I would be with was almost too much. As I stumbled further, the darkness covering my eyes still shielding me from my surroundings, I felt as if I were floating through time. Simply waiting for my moment to come.
“Over here, Princess.” I tried to follow the sound of the voice but felt as if I were drifting further from it. Nervousness filled my veins. Anything could happen and I wouldn’t know until the very last second.
“Two men coming in from the right stairwell.” Another hushed voice muttered. The sound of guns being cocked filled the air. I felt like I was going to be sick, someone could die and that someone could be me. The other voices I could hear clearly before were now being drowned out by my own thoughts.
Was this some sick twisted game they used as a scare tactic?
Was someone else going to come and take me? Had this been the plan all along?
“Get over here, Princess.” I could hear the aggravated anger in his voice as he ordered me to find him. I stood there frozen in time as I heard a door being kicked in.
Where had the man who pushed me through the door gone? Why wasn’t he leading me to where I was supposed to go?
“You cannot let them find her, Xavier.” Another man spoke. I floundered around the room, backing up as much as I could in hopes I would bump into a wall—anything to give me some type of direction. Hushed voices surrounded me, and as I tried to pick up on what they were saying, I felt myself moving a million miles a minute as I continued to scurry around.
“Princess, get over here, or I’ll be forced to put a bullet in your head.” I stopped immediately, my steps wavering as I swiveled around in the darkness trying to figure out where they wanted me to go. The gag that had been placed in my mouth when they first tied my hands behind my back kept me from responding to their vulgar words. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I tried to swallow around the intrusion. Did I really want to scream out and tell them where I was?
The barrel of a gun was being loaded.
Sweat covered my body in a mist of sheen.
I was going to die.
“She’s valuable goods, X.” A muffled voice that sounded as if it were a million miles away met my ears.
“I got this, man. Boss will just have to deal with it.” I had heard the bullet before I felt it. Pain seared through my body as a burning sensation radiated through my arm.
“You missed, fucker.” A voice sounded in my mind, but nothing mattered but the pain. My body fell to the floor limply, my chest filled with oxygen, but I felt as if I was unable to release it.
This was it. This was my time. I had wanted this all along.
Blood dripped down my arm, falling to the cold ground with a thud. I was aware of everything that was taking place around me, but at the same time, I felt as if I were a spectator watching it all go down instead of the chess piece in the middle. My body ached and a pressure formed deep inside my head.
This is the end, isn’t it?
“FBI. Come out with your hands up.”
FBI?
I wanted to scream out, to tell them I was here, but I couldn’t. Between the pain in my arm and the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t form words if my life depended on it—which, at this very moment, it did.
Heavy boot covered feet crossed the floor, growing closer and closer toward me. I was on the verge of passing out, the smell of iron filling my nostrils. Inside, I was screaming… begging and pleading for someone to save me, but on the outside, I was as meek as a mouse.
“It’s okay…” I heard someone whisper in my ear causing me to jump instantly. “It’s okay. I’m here to save you.”
Save me? Was this real or was I dreaming this all up?
I felt hands wrap around my head, they were large but gentle and offered something that I hadn’t felt in years-comfort.
In an instant, the bag that kept me in darkness for months was being ripped away. The gag that contained every ounce of hate, anger and every admission I ever wanted to say was released from my mouth. Bright lights flooded my eyes. Black spots appeared everywhere as they tried to adjust. Instantly, my body felt shielded, protected, and warm.
I was being rescued. Someone was saving me from a life that had slowly taken everything from me. For the first time in months, I took a deep breath and didn’t feel an ache in my chest. I didn’t feel scared.
I was safe. I was being taken somewhere. I would be okay. I had to be.
Right?
