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Distraction

The Underground Kings Series

Aurora Rose Reynolds

Copyright © 2016 Crystal Aurora Rose Reynolds

Kindle Edition

Cover and Cover design by Sara Eirew

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locals are entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

To those who are strong because they have no other choice.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1:
You’re a Lint-Licker

Chapter 2:
Show Me the Money

Chapter 3:
Her Name’s Maggie, Not Mags

Chapter 4:
Are you crazy?

Chapter 5:
The morning after

Chapter 6:
Truth be told

Chapter 7:
Choices

Chapter 8:
Second chances

Chapter 9:
Bullets don’t stop bossy

Chapter 10:
Missing pieces

Chapter 11:
Locked up

Chapter 12:
Truth

Chapter 13:
True happiness

Epilogue

Excerpt from Infatuation

Acknowledgments

Other books by this Author

About The Author

Prologue

Sven, age ten

W
alking down the
dimly lit hallway to my dad’s home office, I stop just outside the door, watching him pull off his glasses and rub his eyes. I hate bothering him, but I really need my permission slip signed for my field trip tomorrow, and I can’t go to my mom because I know she’ll freak. She’s always freaking out about something these days. Pulling the folded up form out of my back pocket, I step through the door then pause, feeling my stomach turn and get upset when I see my mom asleep on the couch under the window behind the door.

“What’s up, bud?” Pulling my eyes from my mom, I look at my dad and take a step backward. “She’s asleep. It’s okay,” he says softly, studying me.

“I can come back,” I whisper, swinging my eyes to my mom to make sure she didn’t wake when I spoke.

“I gave her her sleeping pills. She’ll be out for awhile,” he says gently, and I ball my hands into fists, crushing the paper in my grip. It sucks that I’m afraid of my own mother.

Licking my lips, I pull my eyes from her on the couch, move swiftly to the side of my dad’s desk, and unfold the paper, placing it on top of the stack of paperwork sitting in front of him. “We have a field trip tomorrow and I need this signed,” I tell him quietly, moving my eyes to my mom once more as fear makes my hands shake.

“Where are you guys going?” he asks, uncapping one of his fancy pens, one of the few Grandma got him for Christmas. One of the hundred he has, because she always buys him pens, the same way she always buys me socks. Her gifts suck, but she never fails to bring peanut butter cookies with Hershey Kisses on top that she bakes fresh, which makes her lame gifts worth it when she comes to visit.

“Um…some museum,” I tell him, licking my lips again then feeling my heart stop when my mom moans and rolls over on the couch to face the back of it.

“That sounds fun.” He chuckles. I wish I could laugh with him, but I can’t breathe as I wait anxiously for him to sign the paper so I can leave. “Did you get something to eat?” he asks, placing the pen to the paper.

“Yes,” I lie. When I got off the bus from school, I went right to my room, did my homework, and stayed there until now, because I didn’t want to accidently run into my mom who I knew was home because her car was parked out front, half on the drive way and half on the grass, like she was in a hurry when she pulled up.

“I know things haven’t been easy, bud, but I promise they’re going to get better,” he says, and my eyes meet his. I wish he was telling the truth, but I know he’s lying. No matter how many times my mom comes to my school and embarrasses me, or how many times the police come here when she’s freaking out, he still acts like nothing’s wrong. He always just says things will get better, but they never do.

“I know,” I lie back, watching his eyes flash with something before dropping to the paper and signing his name across the bottom.

“Do you need any money for tomorrow?” he inquires, shifting to the side, shoving his hand in his pocket, and pulling out a large wad of money before I can tell him yes or no. “You may want to buy a souvenir or get something to eat,” he murmurs, pulling off two twenties from the wad, wrapping them in the permission slip, and handing it back to me.

“Thanks.”

“Go get some sleep. I’ll take you to school in the morning so you can sleep in.”

“I can catch the bus,” I rush out, knowing that if I don’t, I will have to see my mom in the morning, and nowadays, I do everything within my power to avoid any kind of contact with her.

“We need to talk about something, so I’ll drive you.”

“Sure,” I agree as his hand comes up to rest on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze before letting me go.

“Night, bud.”

“Night,” I mutter, rushing out of his office and down the hall to my room. Unfolding the paper, taking both twenties to my desk, and opening the top drawer, I add them to the pile of money I already have. My dad is always giving me money, whether I want it or not. I think he uses it as a way to not feel guilty for how crappy things have been lately.

At first I thought it was cool because I was able to get whatever I wanted, but not now. Now, I hate it. Closing the drawer, I go to my backpack and shove the permission slip inside one of the pockets then dig to the bottom of the bag until I find the candy bar I bought from the vending machine at school. I scarf it down, hating the way my chest hurts as I remember the times we used to have dinner like a normal family.

Jumping out of my sleep, my heart starts to pound. I don’t know what woke me, but fear rushes through me as I turn to look at my bedroom door and see the hall is dark through the crack along the bottom. Closing my eyes, I do what I always do when this happens and play funny cartoons in my head, trying to get my heart to calm and get back to sleep.

Hearing a strange noise, my eyes spring open and my heart pounds hard once more. Getting out of bed quietly, I open my door and peek each way before tiptoeing as quickly and as silently as I can down the hall, through the living room, and toward my parents’ bedroom on the other side of the house, wondering if they heard the noise too.

When I reach the hall to their room, some of the fear in me leaves. Their light is on, and I can hear murmurings coming from inside, letting me know they are awake and I’m not alone. Taking a step toward their door, which is open an inch, I feel warm wetness soak the front of my pajama bottoms. When I look through the crack, my mom is standing over my dad with a knife in her hands, her arms and the front of her nightgown covered in blood. Covering my mouth with my hand, I stumble away from the door, fall on my bottom, and then roll over, taking off and crying out in fear when light floods the hall. I hear my mom yell something behind me.

Running to the kitchen, I grab the phone that sits on the counter and a knife from the butcher block. I go to my room, not hearing anything behind me as I scurry into the back of my closet and hide in the crawlspace where I used to play when I was little. Breathing heavily, I dial nine-one-one on the phone and wait only one ring for the operator to pick up.

“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

Clutching the knife to my chest, my voice chokes as I whisper, “My mom just killed my dad.”

Chapter 1

Sven

You’re a Lint-Licker

“G
et on your
knees,” I tell the blonde in front of me. One thing the women who want me to fuck them learn right away is that I don’t say anything twice. Watching her eyes flare, she drops to her knees and her hands go behind her back. Her thighs spread, showing off her bare pussy.

“Open your mouth,” I murmur, running my hand softly along her jaw in approval. When her head lifts and she looks up, I feed her my dick inch by inch until it hits the back of her throat. Hearing her gag, I pull back, only to surge forward again. “Lick it, just the tip,” I command, watching her tongue swirl around the crown then press into her mouth, letting my head fall back as she bobs up and down along my length until I feel that familiar rush in my spine.

“Stop,” I growl, pulling her to her feet, turning her to face my desk and bending her over the top. Hearing her moan I kick her feet apart and roll the condom on. My hands slide around her waist, one cupping her breasts and the other zeroing in on her clit, skimming over it as her hips tip back and I slide in. This is only about one thing; it’s only
ever
about one thing. Stroking in and out of her, I feel her walls begin to spasm as I plant myself to the hilt and drop forward, coming hard. I take a second to catch my breath, and I can still feel her shaking in my arms as I pull out and step back.

“You can go,” I tell her, pulling off the condom and tying it off before walking into the adjoining bathroom, tossing it in the toilet, and then washing my hands and dick.

“I can go?” she repeats, not moving away from my desk or adjusting her dress that is still up around her waist. Turning to look at her, I’m sure she’s someone’s daughter or sister; she may even be a nice girl, but she means nothing to me. Like all the other women that my security asks to come up here, they come without knowing anything about me except what the rumors are.

“Yes, you can go,” I tell her, tucking myself back in and adjusting my shirt before walking over to my desk and taking a seat.

“You’re a prick,” she mumbles, wiggling her dress back down over her ass and stomping in her heels across the carpet to her bag that she dropped on the couch when she came in.

“You got what you wanted,” I remind her as she angrily shoves her arm through the strap of her bag. I may be a dick, but I didn’t fill her head with false expectations before fucking her and telling her to get out. She knew what was going to happen before she walked her ass up the stairs to my office, or at least she had a good idea of what was going to occur, and I sure as hell didn’t force her to her knees to suck me off.

“Whatever,” she says, looking at me once more, and I know from the look in her eyes that all I’d have to do is call her back and she would come. Annoyed by that, I look down at the spreadsheet in front of me, hearing the door slam hard.

Turning my chair, I look out over the club through the large window. There are hundreds of people below and some nights, like tonight, I’ll scan the floor and tell my security which woman I want. They’ll approach her and give her the choice to come to me or not. I have never had a woman say no, and most of the time they leave happy. But then there are times they leave pissed, because they think their pussy is made of gold and I should ask for seconds or drop a ring on their finger. Scanning the club, a flash of light catches my attention, and my eyes land on a woman who is between two guys with her phone in her hand. She is pointing at them then her cell phone. Normally, I wouldn’t think much about it, but something in the woman’s eyes isn’t right. Picking the phone up off my desk, I dial two.

“Already on it,” Zack, the head of my security, states and hangs up. Moving back to the window, I watch Zack and Lane approach her through the crowd then frown. She’s not dressed like she’s out for a night of fun with her friends; she looks like she’s wearing pajamas, and not even the sexy kind. Living in Sin City, you see a lot of shit, and chicks show up to the club in the strangest outfits, especially if they are having a bachelorette party.

Once Zack reaches her, he shoves one of the guys toward Lane then bends his face toward the woman, who lifts her phone to him. Squinting, I try to make out what’s on the screen, but the distance and lighting in the club makes it difficult to see anything. Shaking his head, the woman points at the phone again, and Zack touches his ear as my desk phone rings.

“Yeah?”

“She’s looking for someone who drugged her sister,” Zack says over the music and the crowd downstairs.

“Drugged and beat the crap out of my sister, at this club,” the woman screams into the mic.

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