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Reckless Hands (Joey and Adora Duet #1)(2)
Author: T.L. Smith

Then she smiles.









He’s cute. Handsome even, but his face is one of utter shock as he looks at me. The sharp angles of his jaw are ticking, and I wonder if that’s a sign he’s agitated, disturbed, or just plain angry.

“You what?” he asks, apparently not having heard me the first time.

“I killed him.”

“Fuck this shit! I’m out.” Joey shakes his head and stalks to the door. I watch his retreating back, smiling as he goes.

Maybe I’ve been avoiding this for no reason at all. I mean, he did get quite the introduction. I would have apologized, but I think it helped my case too. You know, not marry someone who I clearly don’t want to, and who probably doesn’t want me either.

He pauses, his hand on the door.

“How long have you been back?” he asks.

“Years,” I answer without hesitation, and he turns back to face me.

“And Lucas knew of this?”

“It took him a while to realize who I was,” I tell Joey honestly. “But, yes, he knows who I am.”

The woman from earlier pushes the door open, and Joey steps aside, letting her in. She blushes when she sees him and then looks at me.

Dammit! I didn’t even get her name.

“Becca,” she says, sounding shy, or at least shyer than she seemed a few minutes ago.

Joey looks between us, a smirk touching his lips.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I wave to the door where Joey’s watching us.

Becca glances behind her, then nods to the counter. “I left my phone.” She walks over and reaches for it, and I place my hand on top of hers. “Do you want my number?” I ask.

I mean, she did just eat me out. Granted, we had only just met when she placed a book on the counter to purchase. Then we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and she ended up with her face between my legs.

What can I say, I have sex appeal.

“You don’t want her number.”

We both turn to Joey, and I raise a brow at him. Now is not the time for me to make a stand. He ignores my sharp glare and focuses on Becca. “Leave. Now.”

She snatches her phone from the counter and basically runs past him and out the door.

I bite my tongue. Hard. So hard I can taste blood.

When I glance back at Joey, the front door is closed, and he’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest while he stares at me.

“That’s not going to happen again.” He indicates where Becca just ran out the door.

“You think you can boss me around?”

“I remember you now.” His hand runs along the top of my romance books as he slowly approaches the counter. “You and your little sister.”

I go to speak, but he cuts me off.

“How is she?” He smirks. “Still breathing?” There is a dare dancing in his eyes. “Let me think! Do I remember correctly? If the deal is not fulfilled, her life will be forfeited. Is that still correct?”

Okay, so I was hoping he wouldn’t know about the damn deal.

Joey looks away from me and taps a few times on his phone before he grins. And the grin that touches his lips is pure evil.

This man is not nice if the vicious glare is anything to go by.

Lucky for me, I’m not nice either.

“This is her, is it not?” He flips his phone, so I can see a picture of my sister with her arm around a boy at her school back in Italy.

My head snaps up as an unholy gasp leaves my mouth.

How did he do that?

How could he possibly know where Abigail is?

I pay for her to go to the best schools—schools where integrity and privacy are assured. He shouldn’t have been able to find out where she is or even the name she is using.

“How did you find her?” I ask with curiosity lacing my tone, even though I’m finding it harder to breathe every second with this new information.

“It was you they couldn’t find. They never thought to look right under our noses. That was very sneaky of you. But this…” He nods to the phone and pulls it back, sliding it into his pocket. “This was… stupid. Did you really think we wouldn’t find her?”

“My father signed those contracts. I had nothing to do with them and don’t want any part of them.”

“Our life doesn’t work like that, and you know it. You see, if I don’t uphold my contract, that will reflect badly on us as a family. And we can’t have that now, can we?”

“You could call it off.”

“No, I can’t,” he replies, leaving no room for argument.

But that doesn’t stop me from trying. “You can. You’re choosing not to.”

“I’m not, actually. I don’t want to marry you either.” His eyes roam over my body, taking in my long legs in my denim skirt to my midriff top, which shows off my belly and tanned skin, followed by my long brown hair and dark eyes.

“I prefer my women with a bit more meat on their bodies,” he remarks with a sinister smile on his lips.

I’m thin, there’s no denying that.

Every morning, I run for an hour straight.

Not for physical fitness, but for my mental health. It helps drain out the thoughts that run rampant inside my mind. I started after the first time my father hit me. To get out of the house and away from him I would run—run from him—and before I knew it, hours had passed. Every single time, I would arrive back in a state of exhaustion and simply collapse.

Now the old bastard is gone, but those demons still haunt me. They’re not as bad as they were, though. I can breathe out here, now I am away from that life.

I had hoped this day would never come.

I even believed it wouldn’t, considering how much time has passed.

But it seems my luck just ran out.

And in walked a tall, dark, and handsome villain.

“You aren’t my type either. I mean… you do have a cock, do you not?” I question, pursing my lips in thought simply to annoy him.

“I do. One you would be lucky to have between your legs.”

At his words, I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “Does that actually work? You saying that women should be pleased to have your cock because it’s such a damn gift?” I roll my eyes for good measure.

Joey steps closer and leans down into my face. “No, just you.” He smirks.

“Well, I don’t feel honored. Actually, I want nothing to do with you…” I glance down at his crotch, “… or your cock,” I say with a smile, bringing my eyes back to his as slowly as possible.

“It doesn’t matter what you want. You will be my wife, and you will not fight me on this.”

“Oh, I won’t?”

“No, because I’m sure Miranda would not be happy with the outcome.”

“You’d take her instead?” I ask, shock evident by my tone, but the look on his face answers my question before he does.

“I would. I mean… when she becomes of age, that is. She’s almost eighteen, is she not?”

My hands clench at my sides and my nails dig into my palms. In the fine print of the contract, it states, should he choose not to end her life, he could take her as his bride.

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