Series: Protected #1
Publication date: February 27th, 2022
Synopsis:
Slater
Life is good. Our business is growing. We're successfully building our fight club empire and everything's going to plan. Until one of the crime bosses asks me for a favour. Will I watch his daughter while he's out of town? I know I should say no. I don't do favours--for anyone. But in a moment of weakness, I agree. How hard can it be? I'm a champion fighter, after all, respected by all the crews, there's no one who can take me on and win.
But I don't reckon on Daleylah Martinez, the twenty-two-year-old daughter of the Spanish boss...
Dale
I've been waiting for this moment: Papa out of town- I can finally escape the house and enjoy myself. Then he turns up, Slater; one of my father's gangster friends moves into our house to keep an eye on me. That's the last thing I need. Well, he can forget it if he thinks I'm doing what he tells me. And there's no way he's stopping me going out with my friends. No way.
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Excerpt
"I'll learn to take care of myself. You said you'd teach me how to fight, right?"
He looks at me, eyes covered by dark sunglasses, and for a moment doesn't speak. I wonder if I've told him too much. What if he tells my father what I'm planning?
"I can't teach you how to stop a bullet," he says, eventually.
"I'll get a gun myself. You can teach me how to use it."
He snorts a laugh. "I' sure your father will thank me for giving you shooting lessons."
"Why not? If it keeps me safe."
"Dale, guns are dangerous."
"I know that. I'm not stupid."
"You don't want to be messing with that sort of thing."
"I want to be able to look after myself. I don't want a bodyguard following me my whole life."
"I'm not a bodyguard." He lies back on the sunlounger, folding his arms behind his head, the hard ropes of his muscles contracting and exposing soft hair in his armpits. My gaze is drawn to the tattoos decorating his skin. I long to trace my fingers over them, study them and... I force myself to look away.
"No, and you won't be following me my whole life, either," I mutter.
He looks up at me and grins. "Not unless you want me to."
Butterflies dance in my stomach. His gaze holds mine; his eyes are so enticing, so dangerous.
"I'm sure Papa would be over the moon about that," I whisper, and I actually wonder what Papa would say if something did happen between us. Slater doesn't look like the sort of man who could be stopped from doing what he wanted, and if that was something he wanted...
"Yeah, so, it's not going to happen. Last thing I need is a battle with your ol' man. I've enough on my plate, right now." He rolls onto his stomach and turns his head, indicating the conversation is over.
I am a mum, reader and indie author. I love spending time at home with my girls or with my nose in a book. My debut novel The Executive Floor was published in 2019 following many years of stockpiling manuscripts. I write in the evenings after finishing work with a glass of wine in my hand.
