The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3)

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The F King: A Bad Boy Romance
(Still a Bad Boy #3) Limited Edition Includes Submission Specialist (Still a Bad Boy #2) and Bonus Read (Still a Bad Boy #2.5)
Ada Scott
About the Author

A
former office drone
, a former nurse, I now spend every waking moment doing what I love, creating and publishing these steamy stories about bad boys from the mafia, motorcycle clubs, and mma that make me, and hopefully you, weak at the knees! Anywhere a bad boy can be found, I'll be there taking notes and making it even sexier :)

The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy #3)

Ada Scott

Published by Ada Scott

Copyright 2016 Ada Scott

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Disclaimer

All characters and events are entirely fictional and any resemblances to persons living or dead and circumstances are purely coincidental.

Acknowledgments

Cover Design: Kevin McGrath

http://www.kevindoesart.com/

The F King: A Bad Boy Romance
Still a Bad Boy #3

N
ote
: This is a special limited edition of The F King (Still a Bad Boy #3). It also includes Submission Specialist (Still a Bad Boy #2) AND a bonus read (Still a Bad Boy #2.5) completely free of charge.

If you haven’t read #2 or #2.5 before, by all means head back to the Table of Contents and read them first before enjoying The F King.

All the best!

~Ada Scott

Sarina

T
he other girls
had fake IDs that made them a few years older. Mine made me a few years
younger
, and was issued by the United States Government itself.

“How old are you?” asked the bouncer.

“Twenty-two,” I said with a winning smile.

It was such a strange feeling, knowing that everything coming out of my mouth was a lie or, at least, in service of a grand all-encompassing lie. That would take some getting used to.

I could see the bouncer counting the years in his head, making sure my answer matched the date on my driver’s license, before glancing at the rest of my hastily-formed posse for the night. He held my ID out to me.

“Not freshmen?”

“No.” I drew the word out with slight indignation.

“Alright, have a good time.”

The bouncer stood aside, and I ushered everybody through, making sure I obstructed his view of Millie, the most baby-faced of the bunch. Getting a group of eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls into a club was only the first little egg I was going to have to break in this undercover omelet, because it would have looked suspicious for me to turn up in a club and wait alone for my target.

Janice opened a door and the higher tones of music and partying joined the steady rhythm of bass that you could hear and feel for a block down the street. As far as any of these girls knew, this was a “Chicks-before-dicks, ice-breaker night,” where a few of us from the dorm could get to know each other and have some fun.

“Wooooooo!” squealed Janice, throwing her hands in the air and starting to dance before she even hit the dancefloor.

“I can’t believe it worked!” said Millie, grabbing my arm and bouncing. “I only just got this ID before I left home.”

“First round on me, what are you having?”

“Um, Tropical Painkiller! You sure, though? I mean... you don’t have to, we just met-”

“Course I’m sure! Believe me, you’re getting the next round,” I laughed. “Tell the others they’re having some Tropical Painkillers and claim a spot so I can tell them where to bring the drinks!”

“OK! Omigod, this year is gonna rock!”

Millie walked, almost skipped, to join Janice and the others on the dancefloor. I had to admit, their enthusiasm was pretty infectious, and my smile was real as I navigated my way to the bar, looking out for the real life version of the man whose picture I had memorized.

Ryan Crewe was known to frequent this club, but there was no telling what nights he was going to be here. I was either going to have to build a reputation for putting my partying ahead of my studies, wait for better intelligence from my Commanding Officer on some other locations, or come up with something else.

No sign of him yet, but there were a lot of dimly lit nooks and crannies to this club that I’d have to casually search between going to the table, the dancefloor, the restroom and any other excuse I could think of. In the field at last.

It was a hell of a first undercover assignment. This was no infiltration of the agriculture students’ special hydroponics experiment. I was the spearhead of an operation to get a handle on F, the new drug that was taking the country by storm, and its variants.

Ryan was one of very few people we knew to be actively selling the drug. Rather than just arrest him and take one more low-level dealer off the streets, we could use him for information and work our way right to the top of the supply chain.

My CO said it was a testament to my reputation and my work ethic that I was given this job. Get the information we needed, and it would be like rocket fuel for my career.

As I arrived at the bar, I tried to stop my heart from leaping at the thought. I was a long way away from the payoff, from reaping the rewards of all that hard work I put in at college instead of going out and partying like this undercover persona.

The bartender worked with some flair, not quite putting on a show but impressive nonetheless, and soon came to me. He pointed at me and held his hand up to his ear as he leaned close.

“Six Tropical Painkillers!” I yelled over the music.

With a quick upward jerk of his head, he lined six glasses up and started doing his thing again. I pushed myself up on the bar and looked back until I saw Millie waving at me from a booth on the other side, where she and the others were dropping handbags and taking off jackets.

I turned back to the bartender and caught his eye. “Can I get these brought to our table?”

“What’s the table number?”

“Huh?”


What’s the table number?

“Oh… I’m not sure… uh…” I turned away again for a second. “It’s that booth over there, third from the right?”

“OK. Fifteen. Seventy-two bucks, thanks.”

I handed over my card and slipped a note in the tip jar. After retrieving my card, I was just about to take the long way around to table fifteen when I had an idea. I turned back to the bar, leaning on it and accidentally-on-purpose folding my arms under my breasts to push them together, trying to get the bartender’s attention again.

He was just about to serve somebody else when gravity momentarily dragged his eyes down before he wrestled them up again.

“Something else?” he asked.

“Hey, are there any jobs going here?”

He stepped back, tore a sheet off a pad sitting on top of a display fridge, and handed it to me. “You’ll have to fill out an application and attach your résumé, but there’s a long waiting list.”

“OK, thanks.”

I gave myself a mental pat on the back. If I could get a job here, that would give me a great excuse to be here, whether I could find a group of cover-friends or not.

Taking the long way back to our table let me glance into a few more places I hadn’t checked yet, but I didn’t spot Ryan. I arrived at the booth at the same time as the fruity drinks, and the cheer that went up was almost as loud as the music.

We raised our glasses and clinked them together before taking our first taste. Millie gulped hers like it was water.

“Hooo-boy,” I breathed, surprised at how strong it was.

Sally let out a textbook-Texas “Yeehaw!” and yelled “Dance, bitches!”

Hands were grabbed and I was led to the dancefloor in a chaotic jumble of short skirts and low cut tops. Not that I was dressed any differently, of course. I
was
here to catch somebody’s eye, after all.

One round of drinks blurred into others as the six of us danced the night away and I did my best to balance my party-girl persona with keeping focused on my responsibilities. The music and the drinks were intoxicating in more ways than one. It felt
good
to loosen up for once, even if it was all a lie.

Frustratingly often, guys would try to dance against me and I had to move around the group, using the other girls as willing human shields. Good time or not, I had a job to do.

Despite the stated “chicks-before-dicks” intentions of the night, after a few hours Millie and Janice had each latched on to some college guys. I was beginning to silently scold myself for just how far I had allowed myself to jump the gun earlier, thinking about the stepping stone this was for my career before I’d even been in the same room as Ryan. It wasn’t going to be
that
easy.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the face I’d studied until I saw it in my dreams. I wasn’t the only one who noticed him, either.

As he skirted the dancefloor, girls did double-takes, then tried to look nonchalant as their dance styles went from hip-hop to stripper. Men came out of the woodwork to shake his hand, as if paying some kind of tribute. He glided through the club with some friends in his own little bubble, and drew my eye even more than he should have.

Tall, dark and classically handsome, in my objective and purely professional opinion, he filled his suit in all the right ways and moved with an air of ultimate self-assurance. A hostess cleared away a “Reserved” sign from a table in a booth and Ryan’s group settled in.

My heart was pounding so hard that it was that hectic rhythm rather than the music that snapped me out of my reverie and made me aware that I had basically stopped dancing. I hastily found my groove again and tried to dial back the speed on my whirling mind.

All the training, all the waiting, it was all going to be put to the test tonight after all. Ryan Crewe was here… and I had to get his attention.

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