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Irresistible Lines

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Irresistible Lines

 

Blurred Lines Vol. 5

 

Breena Wilde

 

 

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Blurred Lines ~ Irresistible Lines

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Irresistible Lines

Blurred Lines Vol. 5

 

Will Cadence
choose to follow her heart or follow the rules?

 

Chapter 1

Zane
 

 

Never in my life have I felt such a strong need to keep someone safe, to fucking protect her like my life depended on it. But as I lay Cadence on my bed, that’s exactly how I feel. And it annoys the hell out of me. When I found her brother, my intention was to use him against her. Now I’m helping them both.

Cadence has her eyes
open. She isn’t looking at anything. She seems far away, lost in memories that I invoked, and I wonder if I’ve broken her. That isn’t what I wanted. Sure, compliance would be nice, but definitely not broken.

If I could punch myself in the face, I would. In
stead I mentally berate myself, lean over her, and kiss her cheek.

“I’ll be back in a while. Rest. I—”
I stop. No fucking way I’m apologizing. That’s crossing too many lines. There’s a blanket at the bottom of the bed, and I pull it over her, tucking it under her feet.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and my heart rocks, turns to
rubble.

When I close the door, Lincoln is waiting. His face is hard, void of emotion. “Was bringing her here a good idea, sir?” His words betray him
, and though I don’t show it, I’m glad. I thought it was only me who had fallen for sweet Cadence, but apparently Lincoln cares for the girl too.

“Fuck. I don’t know. What’s done is done.”

Lincoln nods, removes his aviators and tucks them in the breast pocket of his suit.

I push past him
, headed down the hall to my study. Alcohol awaits, and I need a large drink. “What’s going on?” I ask, filling a tumbler with bourbon. Once I’ve emptied the glass, I refill it and sit behind the sleek ebony desk. The computer screen is black. I power it up.

Lincoln takes a seat
on the other side of my desk. He crosses one of his tree stump legs over the other.

“Mr.
Sokolov has agreed to your terms. He has requested a meeting at the usual place to make the exchange.”

“When?” I type in my password and pull up the file on Mr.
Sokolov, better known as The Falcon. We’ve met before, but I like to make sure I know what I’m getting myself into: no sense pissing off the wrong person. He’s a Russian arms dealer, but he dabbles in drugs and women as well. The Falcon is in his early sixties. He’s got white hair and is tall and thin.

“Tonight. Ten-thirty,
” Lincoln replies.

“Excellent. Tell him I’ll be there.

I continue to search
Mr. Sokolov’s file. He has relatively tame taste in women. He likes them blond, slightly overweight, and unshaved. I can’t help but compare his tastes to mine, especially to the woman who’s somehow stolen my heart. Cadence. She’s almost too skinny, dark, and completely shaved—everywhere. Just thinking of her bare pussy makes my cock hard.

Sokolov
likes his women to be inexperienced. Naive. He likes virgins.

Cadence is so fucking experienced it boggles my mind. She knows exactly what she’s doing. The way she slides her lips up and down my dick
... I want to rush down the hall and spend the next hour getting to know her body all over again.

But there’s work to be done
, and Cadence shouldn’t do anything but rest right now.

Still, I can’t help but think about her.
I’ve always preferred women who know what they’re doing, but Cadence takes the art of fucking to a whole new level. She was born to fuck, and what’s even better? She enjoys the hell out of it.

“Mr. Zane?” Lincoln asks, interrupting my thoughts. “Did you want anyone besides me to go with you tonight
? Mr. Sokolov isn’t someone I trust.”

I scowl. I don’t need Lincoln to tell me
how to run my business. “The two of us will make the exchange. Deacon and the others will stay here and protect the house.” I don’t add, protect Cadence, but it’s what I’m thinking.

“How’s Travis?”
I ask, changing the subject, letting Lincoln know I’m done talking about Sokolov and our imminent meeting.

Lincoln clears his throat, w
hich after years in my service tells me the news isn’t good.

“The boy is still unconscious.
They’ve had to put restraints on him, though, because he’s thrashing around and punched out one of the nurses.”

I try to keep a smirk off my face. “How many days until the drugs are completely out of his system?”

Lincoln shakes his head. “I’m not sure, Mr. Zane.” He’s upset he doesn’t have an answer, and I relax my face.


What about the John Cruze situation? Have you done as I asked?” Just thinking about the asshole actor makes my blood boil. If he wasn’t so necessary for this film I’d have him fired and kill him. Death by accidental overdose is common among actors and would be easy to create.

“That has been handled and should begin to take shape in the next few hours.”

“Good.” I pick up my drink and finish it off. “Find out about Travis. When you have the answers I want, come find me.”

Lincoln rises. “Yes, Mr. Zane.”

 

Chapter 2

Cadence

 

Zane confuses me. One minute he’s threatening me and the next he’s tucking a blanket under my feet. After he leaves I close my eyes, exhausted.

Memories of my childhood won’t leave me alone
, though. And I can’t help but relive them over and over.

 

Finding my father. Blood everywhere. My mother wouldn’t stop screaming. She was out of control. Once they removed my father’s body, she went into her room. I watched from the door as she stuck a needle between her toes. Immediately, a dead look replaced her freaked out one. She lay on the bed and didn’t leave her room for days. I brought her food, but she barely ate anything.

I remember the day she was arrested. The letters S.W.A.T
. emblazoned on black uniforms. They broke down the door, shouted. My mother tried to run, then tried to fight them. Two men pushed her to the ground and handcuffed her. Tears streamed down her face. She screamed, “Get the fuck away from me. Take the children. Take whatever you want, just leave me alone.”

After my mom was removed from the house, her breasts hanging out of her robe, a man with curly black hair came over.

“You been doing drugs?” His face was hard. His dark brown eyes searched my face. I guess searching for a lie.

“No,” I answered, shaking my head.

“What about your brother?”

“No,” I responded again.

“Good.” He ruffled my hair. “Drugs make you forget what’s important. Don’t fuck around with them.” He cupped my chin in one hand. “Promise me.”

I stared into his intense eyes, mesmerized, amazed that a perfect stranger would teach me more than my mom and dad ever had. “I promise.”

And I
kept that promise. I never touched drugs, even though I had plenty of opportunities.

Too bad my brother didn’
t listen.

 

I can’t help but wonder where Travis is right now. What Zane’s done with him? To him? Tears fill my eyes. I hoped he’s someplace safe. I even hope he’s given up drugs, but I doubt it.

Addiction runs
thick and deep in our family DNA.

One thing I kno
w for sure. If Zane hurts Travis, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making Zane pay.

A big part of me
prays he hasn’t. Zane said he’s safe. I cling to that. And a pearl of hope curls through my heart. Maybe Travis and I can get to know each other again. Start over without of the bullshit.

Maybe.

I let my mind drift, allow myself to imagine “what if” scenarios until I finally fall asleep.

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