Against the Rules
A Totally Bound Publication
Against the Rules
ISBN #
978-1-78430-526-0
©Copyright Tori Carson 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2015
Edited by Jennifer Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Burning
and a
Sexometer
of
1.
Bound for Justice
AGAINST THE RULES
Tori Carson
Book one in the Bound for Justice series
Targeted by a drug cartel, Teague is out for vengeance until Chantel lands in his lap. Is this fiery, redheaded submissive his lifeline or his downfall?
One nosy keystroke and Teague’s life was changed forever. He lost his identity, his family and is constantly running for his life. There is little doubt that the cartel will eventually find and kill him. Until then he plans to put as many of them away as possible. It has become his single-minded goal.
Chantel was raised with the knowledge that bogey men exist. She carries a gun and she knows how to use it. She is confident that she can take care of herself. Her only real fear is of dying alone, without ever knowing the meaning of true love.
Teague has a weakness for redheads and the cartel knows it. They’ve used it against him in the past. When Chantel literally falls into his lap, he knows it is too good to be true. Convinced that it will be his downfall, he pursues her anyway. After a weekend of life-affirming sex, he vows to never see her again.
Once Chantel has found the man of her dreams, she’s not going to let a threat against her get in the way. Now caught in the sights of a serial killer her father has spent his life hunting down, Chantel learns that there are worse things in life than death.
For a chance to save Chantel, Teague must choose between his life’s work and the young woman who has made his life worth living.
Dedication
This series has been almost ten years in the making. My wonderful husband has been there cheering me on throughout all the rewrites and revisions. Without him, I wouldn’t be here today. It’s with love and appreciation that I dedicate this book to him.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
The Godfather
: Paramount
Scarface
: Universal
Kindle: Amazon
Ellison machine: Ellison
Jason from
Friday the 13th
: Paramount
Norman Bates from
Psycho
: Shamely Productions
Sig Sauer: Sig Sauer, Inc.
Glock: Glock, Inc.
Sig Saur forty-five ACP: Sig Sauer, Inc.
American Express: American Express Company
Colt: Colt’s Manufacturing, LLC
Hummer: General Motors
Jeep: Chrysler Group, LLC
Prologue
“Oh, Dan,” she screamed over the music. “More. Dan, I want you so bad,” she panted. Her breasts bounced in time with the tempo. “Oh, yes, Dan! Yes!”
A fiery, redheaded minx writhing on his cock, begging for more, was any man’s dream. Her breathy coos should have stroked his ego. Maybe they would have, if his name had been Dan.
Thump, thump, thump
.
The backbeat shook the bed. Each downward thrust was in perfect rhythm with the bass beat, her moans filling in the chords. She was riding him hard, just as he liked it. Her body, lush and curvy, was exactly his type. So why was he fighting to stay hard?
He tried to focus on her moans and screams of pleasure, but it all sounded so fake. Was this broad auditioning for a porn flick or what? Shit, his whole life was such a crock. Where was the stop button, man? He just wanted to get off. Literally and figuratively. He chuckled at his private joke, but even that was becoming an uphill battle. What he longed for was his old life back. It was boring and normal and everything he wanted.
With determination, he pushed his mind away from that line of thinking. He couldn’t change what was. He had a beautiful redhead fucking his brains out. That was real, even if ‘Dan’ wasn’t.
Blocking out everything else, he held her hips and took control, picking up the pace. He felt it building, bringing them both to a fevered pitch. A few more strokes and he’d find a semblance of peace. The only peace he was allowed now.
He surged one final time, waiting for her to meet him. Then, in less than a heartbeat, her throes of pleasure turned into cries of pain and terror. Torn from him by the hair, she stood between two goons with a gun to her head.
Teague quickly sized up his opponents. Neither looked as though brains were their strong suit. The short one, holding a gun to the girl’s head, was built like a tank. Steroids were definitely on his breakfast, lunch and dinner menu.
The taller one had less meat on his bones. He was sweating and his hands shook. Naturally, his finger was on the trigger. He was as likely to shoot himself as he was Teague. This was definitely his first rodeo, but he looked the badass part, sporting a bald head and goatee.
“Sorry to break up the party, but you’ve got an appointment with Mr. G.” Roid Boy snickered.
Of course these two losers belonged to G. No one else was out to kill him…that he knew of. The girl didn’t deserve this.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wrenching his gut. A pang of guilt hit him hard.
He might not even remember her name, but she hadn’t signed on for this. How the hell had they found him again? More importantly, what was he going to do about it? He was so screwed.
Think, damn it. Think!
His gun was out of reach and they already had one on the girl. A mistake at this point would surely get her killed and probably him, too.
“You got the wrong guy.” He raised his hands in hopes of defusing the situation.
If these two assholes had orders to kill him, they could have shot him a hundred times already. Obviously, Mr. G. wanted him alive. For now. The bastard wanted to watch him die personally. Teague got a sick feeling knowing what they would do to the girl when they had finished with him.
Roid Boy waved his gun as if he was talking with his hands. “None of that shit. We know exactly who you are.”
Mr. G. ran a very successful drug and human trafficking operation. He would surely send this girl on down the line.
Stalling for time to think, Teague tried to reason with them, “Let the girl go. She’s not involved in this. She doesn’t know anything.”
“Too late. You should have thought of that before you ‘involved’ her, lover boy. Now get up. Mr. G. said to collect you. He didn’t say you had to be walking.”
Mr. Shaky Finger was warming up to his role.
“Please! Please let me go. I won’t say anything. I swear.”
“Shut up, bitch! We’ve heard enough from your mouth already.”
If he didn’t do something fast, this girl was going to pay for his stupidity. His gun was only a few feet away. A small diversion and he could take out the one with the forty-five auto to the girl’s head before he killed her. Hell, with a little luck he might even hit Mr. Badass with the goatee before he managed to get himself shot.
Shit.
These odds sucked and he was running out of time.
“Okay, Romeo. On your feet. Now!”
“Can I at least have my pants?”
“Do anything weird and the bitch dies.
Capisce
?”
What the fuck? Do these two stay up nights watching
The Godfather
and
Scarface
?
Teague would have laughed at Mr. Badass’ stupidity, but he had finally caught a break. His gun was under his jacket next to his jeans. He had one chance or it was game over.
“Nice and slow, lover boy. You got it?” With that, Roid Boy yanked on the girl’s hair for emphasis.
“Ow! Damn it, Mikey, that hurts!” She struck him in the stomach.
Mikey? What the fuck? She knows this asshole? No, no, no.
His life couldn’t suck that bad. Could it? Of course it could. Look where it’d gone so far.
Okay, plan B.
No more worrying about Ms. Porn Queen, since she’d obviously set him up. He dove toward his clothes that lay on the arm of the chair, tipping it over in the process. Mikey’s gun erupted like a cannon in the close confines of the bedroom. The bullet tore a hole through the headboard and splinters caught Teague in the shoulder and arm. His second shot shattered the dresser mirror behind him.
Tsk, tsk, Mikey. Seven years bad luck for you.
Teague threw the chair pillow toward the bed with his left hand as he lunged to his right, setting the sights of his Sig Sauer squarely on Mikey. Another shot from Mikey’s forty-five shredded the pillow and lodged again in the headboard just before Teague’s bullets found their target.
Two crimson stains ran down Mikey’s forehead as he dropped to his knees then slumped forward. Mr. Shaky Fingers had fired into the floor next to his own foot then in an arc dangerously close to Teague’s head.
