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Death Wish
by K. Webster
(Deception Duet, #2)
Published by: Dangerous Press
Publication date: March 29th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Reverse Harem, Romance

Synopsis:

All I wanted is for my little sister Della to be safe and happy. And maybe, in brief stolen moments, I dreamed of a happy ending for myself with a brown-eyed man. That hope has turned into sharp, bright fear. There’s only survival now.

I’m the daughter of a controlling and cruel billionaire, so I understand about power. But I find myself fighting anyway. I find myself testing them.

I have claws and I bite. I’m not going down without a fight.

It’s like I have a death wish.

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K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in "Tornado Alley" with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she's not writing, she's reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.

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Death Wish Excerpts


What have I done?




Disgust at my naivety has my stomach churning. It’s the fear, though, that has every muscle tight with tension and every hair on my body standing on end. 




I did this.




To myself. To us.




Della.




I try to glean a sense of what I’m in for, scanning his bedroom for clues. It’s too normal for this situation. His bed is unmade from the morning before and clothes are scattered all over the floor. There’s a picture of him and his brothers framed and sitting on his desk. Nothing says that he’s a kidnapper...or worse.




A sob of horror tries to make its escape, but Scout’s hand is clamped almost painfully over my mouth. His arm around me is powerful and unyielding. I’m trapped.




Walked right into the one he set for me.




Now I’m all alone with Scout. In his bedroom.




Flashes of the bathroom at school assault my mind. Any pleasure I thought I got from it is erased in an instant. Whatever pain he inflicts on me this time will be worse because I won’t enjoy one second of it. On Friday, when it happened, I cared about him. Thought he was sick. Craved his touch and attention. Needed the promise of safety he offered.


What a joke.


And I’m a damn fool for falling for it.


“You won’t scream,” Scout says, voice cold and sharp like an icicle, piercing its way into my heart. “Because if you do, I’ll tape your pretty mouth shut. Plus, you don’t want to upset your little sister.”


I gag and tears flood my eyes. Though the urge to scream and hope someone will hear is high on my list of wants, I know that I won’t. Not if it means risking Della’s safety. I got her into this mess and I’m going to have to get her out of it.


***


His starved gaze sweeps over my flesh and he smirks at my hand covering my pussy. “Walk. Into the bathroom.”


I’m not eager about having him at my back, but I don’t have any other option. Turning from him, I wobble on my way to the bathroom. Inside, the bathtub is filled with bubbles, smelling of lavender.


The pounding on his bedroom door is muffled now. 


“What’s this?” I demand.


“You’re not sleeping in my bed smelling like a streetrat.”


Sleeping in his bed?


Another fresh wave of panic hits my bloodstream. 


“Get in.” He motions for the bath. “Now.”


I can’t move. My feet remain planted on the tile floor, sore and aching from my long trek. His warm palms on my hips, though, have me skittering from his touch. I nearly faceplant in my attempt to escape him. The second the hot water touches my sore foot, I cry out. Not from pain. It actually feels really good. Sinking down into the hot water, I gladly hide beneath the suds to avoid his probing stare. I draw my knees to my chest, hugging them to me and rest my chin on top of them.


“Better?”


My eyes cut over to him and I glare at him. “Fuck you.”


His chuckle is deep and wicked. “Filthy mouth, filthy girl.”


Ignoring him, I try to make sense of my situation. How I got here. What will happen to me and Della? The events of tonight keep piling up. Is Dad alive or did I kill him? If he’s alive...For a split second, I’m thankful we escaped him. I can pretend we’re at Ty’s, safe and protected, not in the lion’s den.


“Why are you doing this?” My voice comes out as a quaky whisper. “Why, Scout?”


“Because I can.” He prowls over to the tub and sits on the edge. “You’re my prize—our prize.”


He’s not making any sense, but now that he’s talking, I don’t want him to stop. I need answers. I need to figure out how in the hell I’m going to get out of here.


“I want my sister.”


“Your sister is sleeping. Don’t worry. She’s with the softy.”


These three men tricked me into a false sense of security, kissed me, were intimate with me, and I’m supposed to not worry. Right. 


“I don’t understand,” I admit, my bottom lip trembling. “Why me? Why us?”


“You were a job, prickly princess.”


“A job.” My blood cools at his admission. “What exactly was your job?”


“A little bit of this. A little bit of that.”


“Seriously? These answers are pathetic,” I say with false bravado. “You’re pathetic.”


“Oooh, kitty has claws.” I want to rip his eyeballs out. “What am I to you now?” I demand instead.


“You’re ours. For a job well done.”


***


His mouth is hot on my skin. On my neck. My ear. The curve of my shoulder. The scruff on his face scratches my soft flesh, making it burn. I don’t want to be here. This isn’t right. It’s easier to disappear inside my head, pretending we’re not doing things like this. Every time I retreat, he brings me back with whispered words and scorching kisses that feel wrong for so many reasons.


“Such a good, good girl.”


I wake with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. Tears sting my eyes and I can’t stop the full-bodied shudder that makes its way down my spine from the base of my skull to my sore tailbone.


Relief floods through me, momentarily, as I realize it was a nightmare. He’s not here. I’m alone in bed. The relief is no longer a rushing waterfall, but it turns thick and sludgy like tar. I’m alone in Scout’s bed. One of three triplets who, up until last night, I believed were the same person—the guy I really liked.


Irritation chases away the disgusting remnants of my dream. I can’t afford to be terrified anymore. Sure, Scout is scary sometimes, but he’s not unreasonable. Last night, we slept together and he didn’t hurt me or try anything. This is good. It gives me hope. Like maybe, just maybe, I won’t be their prisoner forever.


I just need to see Della.


To hug her and regroup.


Then, I’ll make a plan to get one of these triplets to turn us loose. 


But my head start will be long gone. Dad will know we’ve run away and will be turning this city inside out to find us. Defeat fills me to the very brim of my soul. I want to drag the blanket back over my head and go back to sleep. Pretend this isn’t my life. Inhale the admittedly good scent Scout leaves behind on his sheets.


“You okay?”


The voice is just like Scout’s, but it has a smoothness to it Scout’s lacks. Sparrow. I recognize the soft purring sound from when he murmured sweet things while we had sex in his car. Goose bumps scatter over my arms. I don’t want to see him. To stare into the face that watched me last night as I was dragged away.


Sure, he may have tried to beat the door down, after the fact, but he let him take me away. It’s not all Sparrow’s fault but fixating on being angry with him helps ground me.


Was anything we shared real? Or was I just someone to conquer and fuck with? A job.


My chest aches and I have to chew on my lip to keep from crying. His stare bores into me but I refuse to look at him, confirming it’s Sparrow.


“Laundry.” His voice has a hopeful lilt to it, like saying his nickname for me will somehow forgive him completely. It doesn’t. Ignoring him, I slide out of the bed, dragging the sheet with me. The last thing I’m going to allow is for him to see me naked. I’m sure he’s imagining all sorts of stuff he thinks Scout and I did.


Good. I hope it hurts him. I hope it makes him feel like he’s been abandoned—like what we did meant nothing.


***


Scout turns slightly from his skillet and smirks at me.


“Landry ran away from her prison tower and I gave her a place to run to.” My blood boils at his stupid answer.


“I thought I was meeting Ty. How did you manage this anyway?”


“Ty’s my new bestie,” Scout says with a shrug and goes back to cooking. I glower at his back.


“That’s not an answer. Was Ty in on this? Did he betray me, too?”


“Your sweet little Constantine was clueless,” Scout replies with a dark chuckle. “He doesn’t even know he’s been played.”


“You said last night that I was part of a job. What job?”


Sully approaches, palms up as though if he makes one wrong move, I might bite. I might. He better walk carefully. Wisely, he stops a couple feet away from me.


“We do jobs for our uncle,” Sully explains. “It’s stupid, but he gave us a place in his family when our mother went to prison.”


“I thought she died,” I choke out. “You guys led me to believe she died.”


“She may as well be dead. Winston Constantine made it so she’ll never leave that hellhole,” Sparrow growls. 


“Why is she in prison?” I shake my head. “Forget it. I don’t care. I want to know howI tie into your fucked-up games and why I’m here.”


Sully sighs, taking another step toward me. I narrow my eyes, warning him from getting any closer. “There’s this ongoing war between the Morellis and the Constantines.”


“So you’re Morellis?”


“Technically,” Sully agrees, “but legally, we’re Mannfords.” 


Mannford.


Ford Mann.


Oh my God.


If I would have just googled Ford Mann, I might have eventually discovered the truth. I was too afraid of Dad finding what I’d search out, and when I had the opportunity, I was more concerned with finding an escape from my father, not researching my boyfriend.


Boyfriend?


Dumb girl. You were played by three evil twats. 


“The Morellis hate the Constantines. We, specifically, hate the Constantines. So, when our uncle asked us to meddle in your dad’s life, since Winston Constantine was planning to do some business with him, we jumped at the chance.”




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