Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Willow
One minute, I’m at my desk, minding my business. The next, I’m being “kidnapped.”
Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but when a grumpy, bossy FBI agent storms into my office, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me out—ignoring my very reasonable protests—I think I’m allowed to be a little salty.
Lennox Crawford is a force of nature, all growls and heavy stares, and he doesn’t take no for an answer. He claimed he was saving me. That my boss was bad news and I needed to be out of there before things went south.
I don’t buy it. But that doesn’t stop him from showing up, again and again, determined to win me over.
I tell him no. I push him away. But the more he fights for me, the harder it gets to resist the man who swears I’m his.
Lennox
The moment I walk into Willow Sumner’s office, I know. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I don’t have time to explain why she needs to leave. She won’t listen anyway. So I do what any sane man would—I toss her over my shoulder and get her the hell out. She fights me every step of the way, kicking, screaming, and pinching like a wildcat while my team laughs their asses off.
I should let her go now that she’s safe.
But she’s in my blood now. In my bones. And I don’t give up on what’s mine.
Willow can fight me all she wants. She can push me away, make me work for it.
But one way or another, she’s gonna be mine
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Chapter 1
Lennox
The hot, muggy, morning air slaps me in the face as I pull on my bulletproof vest. It's another day, another dollar, heading into the lion's den here in Silver Spoon Falls. This place is like a goddamn postcard with its mansions sporting pristine lawns, and enough millionaires sipping lattes to make Wall Street look poor. Today, we’re here to take out the trash.
The task force is gathered in an inconspicuous old building undergoing renovations. As I step over, I'm reacquainted with a few of the usual suspects from previous takedowns. Brady Sinclair gives me that sly grin he's known for. Clean-cut, like a billboard for the Bureau, but there's a wild streak in him that could outmatch a rodeo bull.
"Ready for a fun day keeping law and order?" he whispers, eyes glinting like he’s ready to dive into a mosh pit.
"I live for this shit," I reply, letting out a low, gritty laugh. This isn't just work. It's raw, unfiltered, and full of the kind of rush those billionaires only wish they could buy.
"Hell, Crawford, you need to get a life," grumbles Preston Beaumont, overhearing our exchange. He’s as predictable as sunrise, always aiming straight but with a heart buried somewhere under those layers of cynicism.
Tension fills the room as Conrad Keller, the agent running the whole operation, calls for everyone’s attention. The guy has a reputation for being sharp as a tack and just as prickly.
Next to him stands Sheriff Dillon Armstrong. The serious lawman doesn’t take kindly to criminal enterprises attempting to move into this small Texas town. He usually shows up at most of these raids ready to take down the suspects.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Keller barks, voice cutting through the nearly empty building. “Here’s the deal.” He paces a little. “Oscar Cavani came to Silver Spoon Falls to open an investment firm in this small wealthy town. Too bad the only investments he’s selling are a nice pathway for the cartel to launder their dirty cash.”
Same story, new goddamn town. I can practically feel my blood pressure spike. I lean against a wall, arms crossed, taking it all in. I read over the report on Cavani last night. It seems the slick bastard could charm a rattlesnake out of its skin. “Weasely little fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“Exactly,” Keller snaps, his eyes locking onto mine with that "I know you get it" look. “We need to bring him down hard. Today’s the day we storm the place and expose this bullshit for what it is. We’ve got the goods to make it stick.”
“Let’s not mess around then,” I say, feeling the typical anticipation mixed with adrenaline that comes with this line of work. “Let’s take this piece of trash down so I can make my afternoon tee time.”
“Your golf plans are high on my list of worries.” Keller rolls his eyes. “Surveillance reports give us a window of where the big players will be meeting. We hit hard and fast. You all know the drill.”
Cavani’s been playing poker with people’s lives, and I’m about to flip the table and scatter the cards. There’s nothing more satisfying than bringing down a house of cards built on greed and corruption.
“Let’s get this shit done,” I growl, and several agents nod, their eyes lighting up with the fire of readying for war.
The lobby of this investment firm screams excessive like some rich bastard took the idea of elegance and shoved a diamond-encrusted fist right up its ass. Marble floors gleam with an uninviting slickness. Goddamn, there’s nothing warm about this place. It’s a fortress built to hide the dirt, and we’re here to shake it loose.
We storm in like a pack of wild dogs, instincts primed on the hunt. I bark at the receptionist to move her ass away from the desk. We don’t need her blabbing a warning to the bastards up top. She pales, and her eyes widen as she steps back. Stone Hines hangs back in the lobby to make sure she doesn’t give a warning to her boss while the rest of us pile into the elevator.
The doors slide shut, trapping us in the silver mirror box, and I'm fidgeting like a caged animal. When the elevator dings at the seventh floor, I’m ready to unleash hell until I step out and see her.
Holy hell. A stunning brunette sits behind the desk, poised and too damn beautiful to be caught up in this shit. She’s got curves that could launch a thousand ships, and those big brown eyes cause my cock to wake the fuck up. It’s like she’s been waiting for me, and in that moment, nothing else matters, not even the criminals lurking nearby.
Her expression shifts from surprise to something else entirely, panic creeping in when she spots the five huge men stepping off the elevator. A pout forms on her lips, and just when I think it's game on, Preston mutters under his breath, “I’ll stay with this one,” as he moves toward her.