Revenge Served Hot
About this ebook
My name is Livvi, and for the next 13 months I’ll be on my knees, paying off my father's debts. There’s been a plot against my family for years, and I am the tapestry upon which he will paint his sadistic revenge.
But I may yet have a Champion. He’s a man with a dark past, and though his deception leaves me stunned, he promises to keep me alive.
The price, however, is complete submission to his desires.
It’s an offer without guarantees, and I have no choice but to accept it.
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This is a short story with unequal power exchange that explores the dark sides of obsession. In the end it is a romance, with a HEA.
Previously published with the same title in the anthology Hero Undercover.
keywords: abduction, revenge, undercover, mafia, contemporary, obsession, lies, false identity, dark romance, secrets, lies
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Chapter 1:
THEY CAME FOR me one night, just as my father had warned me they would. My husband had just patted my arm and reassured me it was the story of an old man.
He was wrong.
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Masked figures entered our bedroom so silently that, despite my restless sleep, the first I knew of the invasion was a hand over my mouth and a gun in my face. My eyes flicked to the left where Jack lay. He had a gun to his face as well.
“What the fuck are you-- Livvi? You okay?” I could hear the fear in his voice.
“Mmm hmm.” With a large sweaty palm over my mouth, that was the best response I could give.
“Get up.” The gunman over me waved his weapon in the direction of the closet. “Get dressed. And if you make a fucking sound, I’ll kill him.”
There wasn’t any point to making a sound. No one would rush to my aid, not in this town. And honestly, I was almost relieved, in a ‘feels-so-good-to-have-the-boil-lanced’ kind of way.
What does one wear to a kidnapping? If they were giving me a choice, then I would opt for a turtleneck sweater, sturdy jeans, thick socks, and boots. It had been unusually bitterly cold outside earlier today when we’d laid my father’s body to rest beside the flat, hard-packed earth of my mother’s grave.
My thick and frustratingly curly hair had been braided since before the funeral, so I didn’t bother with it.
As soon as I pulled the second boot on, one masked man grabbed an elbow, and a second one grabbed the other side, and they hustled me to the bedroom door. My courage began to waver as I realized I didn’t know if I’d ever see my husband again.
“Jack? Jack!”
There was no answer.
They dragged me through the hall and down the stairs, and out the front door into the night. A black SUV waited at the curb, the tailpipe exhaust billowing in the cold. A third dark figure stood motionless next to an open door, and as I neared, he grabbed my arm and shoved me into the backseat. One of them jumped in the front seat, the door slammed, and I was driven away from my peaceful life.
About the author
For years I’ve written stories of power exchange and capture fantasies, hiding them in my computer, convinced I was alone in my desires.
My women are fierce and independent . They will not surrender until they are respected by the mates who claim their hearts as well as their submission.
Right now, I split my time between being mother, wife, overworked employee, and servant to the cat’s every need. Most evenings will find me hiding in my office cave to write, where all I care about is my internet signal ,and the strength of my coffee.
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