Dark Lonely Lies by Sam Crescent (The Denton Family Legacy Book 6)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Landon Denton has a death sentence hanging over him. His woman is gone and he has nothing left to live for.
Tulip is happy living her life in England when a strange man drugs her and drags her across the world to be … some kind of pawn. More shocking, she’s told she had a twin. Yet, she’s spent her entire life in the care system and has never known the love of a parent.
The man who’s kidnapped her is convinced their family legacy is about her, and he uses her to get to Landon. Meeting Landon, she discovers he’s right.
Landon falls for her hard, and he won’t let her go without a fight. She’s at the mercy of the Denton men. Danger lurks all around her, and there’s no way she will ever fall in love. She won’t risk it.
But fall in love she does, only it’s doomed from the start. Landon isn’t supposed to live and without him, how is she supposed to go on?
After another twenty minutes, she gave up. Standing in the street underneath a light, she spun. “I know you’re there. Stop being a dick, and tell me what you want.”
She’d dealt with her fair share of pimps and pricks, they didn’t scare her. They tended to prey on women who weren’t willing to fight back. Well, she loved to fight back and did so often. It was far more of a hassle keeping her than leaving her.
What she didn’t expect was the American to come out of the shadows. He wore a suit, but with the way he walked, she knew he was used to living life in the darkness. This wasn’t some creepy guy looking for a good time.
He was serious business and she knew with any wrong move, she was fucked.
“Why are you following me?” she asked.
“I need you to come with me.”
“And you think I’m going to go and follow a strange man around at night? No, I don’t think so. I’m not this Sarah, or whoever you think I am. I’m not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”
“Not going to happen. You can come quickly and quietly or you can make a whole load of noise and I will still make you come with me.”
She shook her head. “I don’t do things quietly.”
After growing up in the care system, then on the streets, she’d learned how to fight dirty. This man, he wasn’t getting anywhere near her.
“Okay, how about this? I will offer you ten thousand pounds to come with me,” he said.
“And what, you have your freaky way with me? No thanks.” Money was always a temptation but she’d seen other girls, younger ones who were on the streets get lured in by money. It was dangerous. The next time she’d seen said girls, they’d been a shell, if she’d ever seen them again. Some of them would tell her horrible things, what the men did, how they hurt the girls.
She’d evaded rape a couple of times. Tulip wasn’t a fool about this world or what it was capable of. It was a horrible, shitty place. There was no happiness, just a fight for survival and that was exactly what she did. Every single day, she fought for a reason to not slit her wrists … or be in any kind of position for them to be cut again.
Staring at the man before her, she hated the very ground he walked on. The suit was expensive and he had this air around him that told her he was used to getting what he wanted. Not from her.
“I have no reason to touch you. I just want to talk.”