Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck (Bad Men Possessing Good Girls #3)

Prologue

DARK

I’ve been called many names in my life: sick, psychopath, murderer, deranged, monster. They’ve never bothered me. All are accurate descriptions; however, as I stare down at the girl sleeping cozily in her bed, believing she is safe, it’s the first time one of those names flickers through my mind.

Hael River is the daughter of my enemy, the innocent daughter of the woman I once loved.

She could have been my child, but Austin River stole that future from me.

It turned out for the best, but holding grudges is my specialty, so I built an empire in his field solely to destroy him.

Ten years ago could have been my time to strike; unfortunately, that’s when Hael lost her mom, and despite my lack of empathy, I hadn’t wanted to ruin her life at such a young age. So I watched and waited, and here I am.

My focus should be on Austin; however, when I caught a glimpse of Hael, my obsession shifted, grew, and has now become unbearable.

I’ve already stolen Austin’s most significant contract in Vegas with Theias Lorde, and things are running smoothly in all of the kingpin's businesses, so now I can devote a hundred percent of my focus to Hael.

Tonight, as she sleeps, her transformation into becoming mine has begun. I could take her now; nobody would know. Well, her friend Piper might, and that husband of hers—an old friend, thankfully—could have presented as a problem, but for now, I’m content to watch.

I’ve already swapped out her birth control pills for placebos, thanks to a friend in pharmaceuticals, so the three months’ supply she keeps on hand is now worthless.

While construction is being completed on my home, ensuring she can’t escape once she’s brought there, I’ll introduce my presence into her life. Beginning with the text I’ve already sent for when she wakes up.

Hael may have a hard exterior and an unfiltered mouth, but her heart cries out for love. She wants that epic happily ever after, and I intend to give it to her. Her reading preferences have given me many ideas for winning her over, too.

She has six weeks until I bring her home.

Six more weeks of perceived freedom.

Once I lock her up in her castle, she won’t be free again until she’s carrying my baby and my last name.