Wicked Intentions (Ashby Crime Family #1) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Ashby Crime Family Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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But where the fuck am I?

But the thought of who that someone was terrified me. I sat up quickly. Too quickly and my head started to spin and my vision blurred. When it cleared, my sight fell on the window. It wasn’t even morning yet. I saw stars in the sky through those curtains. A low groan escaped, and I heard something shift. Or someone. It caught my eye, and I peeped at a redhead in the corner who totally rocked the hot lumberjack look, and he was sleeping.

Perfect. I moved slowly and carefully; certain I was here against my will—even if I couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter that they put me in a lovely room with a comfortable bed and a soft blanket. The last thing I remember was dancing with Bonnie at Bullets & Beer last night.

“The club,” I whispered as quietly as I could. Someone must have spiked my drink at the club. I quickly checked between my legs and found my panties in place and more importantly, dry.

“Holy fuck, that’s good news!” Feeling somehow better that I hadn’t been sexually assaulted, I scooted to the edge of the bed, cringing hard when the bed creaked. How in the hell did a bed this nice, creak?

That one tiny screeching noise was enough to foil my escape plans. The sexy lumberjack woke up. Surprised and awake. And smirking.

“Hello.” His voice was deep and rich, not scary. Not yet anyway.

“Uh, hey. Wanna tell me what I’m doing here?” The man unfolded his big body and stood, an act that took at least fifteen seconds, plenty of time for me to slide all the way over to the other side of the bed. And the room.

“I’d love to, but I have no idea.” He picked up his phone, swiped and tapped before speaking into the phone. “She’s awake.” His gaze flicked to mine. “You’ll have answers soon enough. And I’m just here to babysit, not to hurt you. Relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” I snorted. “You didn’t wake up in a strange bed.” I thought about Jana and Max. They’d probably already sent out the whole Bastards club to find me.

“Not today,” he said, flashing what under normal circumstances would be a killer grin.

“Only a man could have a response like that without any understanding.” The men in my family were overprotective to a fault, and I wished one of them—any of them—were here right now.

Before either of us could say another word, two people walked into the room. A petite woman came in first, so well put together she could have been ripped from a Rich Ladies of a Certain Age Clothing catalog. And, hello, the gorgeous man from the bar close behind her. The woman gave me a long, assessing glance before turning to the sexy lumberjack.

“Thanks, son. You’re excused.”

“Later, Ma. Virgil.”

So Virgil was his name. It suited him, all strong and manly. Like he was capable. Lethal, even. And this tiny but formidable looking woman was his mother? Unbelievable. “You can calm down, child. No one intends you any harm.”

My shoulders fell at her no nonsense tone. I’d grown up with a woman like that and I could handle her.

“How am I supposed to know that? Scratch that. How the hell did I get here? And how long have I been here?”

The woman and Virgil shared a look that immediately put me right back on edge once again.

“You should tell her, son.” She put a hand on his heavily muscled, Henley covered arm and sighed. “I’m glad you’re safe, Ms. Nilsson.”

Ms. Nilsson? “Have we met?” The woman only smiled mischievously at me as she left the room as if carried out on a breeze.

“No.” Virgil cleared his throat before he spoke again and I couldn’t look away. Up close, he was even more striking than under the dim lights of the club. Everything about the man was dark. Chestnut brown hair and dark blue eyes, dark stubble marring his cheeks, and the look aimed my way was very dark. Intense. Like it was the way he lived his life. Intensely.

“I don’t know if you remember me from the club.”

“I do,” I answered quickly just to dispel any notions that this man was in any way unforgettable.

He flashed a quick smile that told me he was nervous for some reason. Then I remembered that I woke up in a strange place and this guy was somehow involved.

“You were pretty wrecked last night, stumbling all around asking for your friend. I don’t know your friend’s name and you couldn’t find her, and I couldn’t leave you like that. It was about two, three hours ago, so I brought you here to sleep it off.

“To your mom’s house?” That was either incredibly sweet or super creepy. I hadn’t made up my mind yet.


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