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    Claiming His Prize
    Claiming His Prize
    Claiming His Prize
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    Claiming His Prize

    By Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

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    He never planned to take her...

    There was something about the waitress with the black eye. She made him remember where he came from, and he knew he couldn't stand back and do nothing. Chains kidnapped her, locked her away for her own damn good. He killed the bastard who left his mark on her. Now he has to face judgement for claiming his prize.

    He stole her in the dead of night...

    It had been a rough shift at the diner, but the man sitting quietly at the back made Lori feel special. He ordered the pie, made her smile, then walked out of her life. She never expected to see him again, but he came back to take what was his. Chains made her feel valuable despite the chains, loved even though she was his captive. When she's given the chance to run, she can't. He's taken over her body and mind, and she wants more. If only she could save him from what was coming ... because some sins can't go unpunished.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateFeb 28, 2018
    ISBN9781773395951
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      A great story i would 100% recommend this fantastic book! I could read this 300 times again and not get bored at it!
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      Love this series. The Killer of Kings Series. Alpha hitmen who like women with meat on their bones and a little jiggle. A sexy romp with dark, brooding men. At times there are a laugh or two. Also at times the story can lag but overall a nice read. Each man is comes from similar backgrounds but have different needs in a woman; and each woman has a strength they didn't realize.

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    Claiming His Prize - Sam Crescent

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-595-1

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    CLAIMING HIS PRIZE

    Killer of Kings, 5

    Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

    Copyright © 2018

    Chapter One

    Chains was hungry.

    No, starving.

    He needed food.

    After all the shit that went down with Shadow and Boss at Killer of Kings, he’d decided to take a vacation. He didn’t want, nor did he need, any shit in his life right now. At times, being a killer took a toll on a man, and he wasn’t a fool. His kill ratio rivaled many of the killers he associated with. Of course, Boss had overtaken all of them with the slaughter he’d just done based on a mafia mark.

    Rubbing the back of his shaved head, Chains entered a shitty looking diner. He’d have preferred a restaurant, one that served Russian food, but right now he couldn’t be picky. Taking a seat in the back of the diner, he grabbed the well-worn menu and looked over the choices. Of course, it was all greasy burgers and stuff more suited to a fifties-style menu.

    His cell phone buzzed, and he glanced down to see it was Boss.

    The fucker was alive and well, not that he would ever doubt him. If anyone could get out of a hit, it would be Boss.

    Turning off his cell phone, he placed it back in his pocket. He’d already left word for Boss to know he intended to have some time off. No killing.

    To get this … burning under control.

    The rage inside him had begun to simmer midway through this latest mission, watching Shadow with Riley. He didn’t know what it was all about, and he didn’t care either. All he knew was when he wanted to kill those he worked with, he had to leave.

    So far, Viper, Bain, Killian, and now Shadow had each fallen for a woman. Hardened killers became weak when they chose to bring a woman into their lives. Killers shouldn’t have women. They always had a use by date, and if one of their enemies heard of a way to take them out, their women would be the first to go. It was why he never allowed himself to take any pleasure other than in the women he paid for. The whores on the streets wanted his money, and he only required a quick release.

    If he didn’t feel like fucking one of the streetwalkers, he’d found plenty of escorts and agencies willing to give him what he wanted.

    He didn’t want love.

    Glancing around the diner, he saw several families eating. One of them had that very prim and proper American look with crisp white shirts, the kind they wore to church.

    He stared at them, knowing how looks could be deceiving. In his line of work, he’d seen a lot of shit. He’d seen stuff that had sickened him to the core.

    One of the worst things was the child trafficking rings. Boys and girls sold for a fortune to meet the demands of the depraved perverts that wanted them. After seeing some of the victims, he’d made a vow to always defend them. If he ever caught sight of anything going down, he checked it out, and was sure to make an example of the people who thought they could use vulnerable children.

    After surviving one of the worst childhoods imaginable, Chains learned from a young age the horrors that awaited in the big wild world. He’d been an unlucky bastard, being thrust into one of the worst Russian orphanages.

    Every one of them had to learn to survive, and that hadn’t been the worst of it. The people who claimed to protect them had enabled the abuse. He’d been in a mixed gender orphanage, and the girls that were there, they had it a lot worse than the boys. They were trained to shut up and take it.

    As a child, seeing the damage those girls faced at the hands of men, he’d taken a personal dislike to anyone who harmed a child.

    Hey, sorry it took me so long. What can I get you?

    The feminine voice brought his attention around to the woman standing in front of him. He’d seen her enter five minutes ago. Her head was bent over her notepad, and she was on the chubby side. The uniform she wore was too tight, some of the buttons gaping around her impressive cleavage.

    Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she looked pale. He couldn’t get a good look at her, and Chains wanted to look at her.

    What’s good here?

    He’d long ago lost any of his Russian accent, and only when he was angry did it show. Right now, he looked and sounded like any American businessman. He always preferred suits. To him they’d symbolized the sign of power, where the real money was.

    The cheeseburger’s good. I, erm, I wouldn’t go for the chicken though.

    Oh, why not?

    The girl, Lori, her badge said, looked behind her, and he saw her nerves show through. He doesn’t always cook it all the way, and it can make you sick.

    She still hadn’t looked up, and he didn’t like that she was avoiding eye contact.

    Putting his hand at his side where his gun rested, he wondered if any of his enemies had followed him. He could never be too cautious in his line of work.

    Lori sniffled and leaned to the side, expelling a little cough. She sounded sick.

    I’m so sorry. She cleared her throat, and she finally looked up at him.

    The bruise covering her left eye twisted his gut.

    His gaze unnerved her as she quickly arranged the hair covering her eye. What can I get you?

    The bruise looked recent. You know, boyfriends that do that don’t deserve you, right?

    What? she asked.

    He pointed to his eye as he looked at her. The eye. You really shouldn’t stick around with a guy like that.

    Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head. Oh, this isn’t from a boyfriend.

    Okay, now he didn’t like where this was going.

    I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, cheeseburger, right?

    Chains watched as she quickly wrote down the order. He wasn’t about to dispute her.

    What’s your last name? he asked.

    Why?

    Because I’m a curious customer.

    She took a deep breath, and shrugged. Dean. Lori Dean. She walked away, and he watched her go before grabbing his cell phone.

    Turning it back on, he put a call in to Maurice. He didn’t like that she didn’t put up enough of a fight. Didn’t she have a clue what a guy could do with her name, and only her name?

    What do you want? Maurice asked.

    Is that any way to greet me?

    Boss doesn’t have any jobs right now, and it seems his employees like to use my services for their personal benefit.

    You make a lot of money from it, Chains said, reminding him of the extortionate fee he charged. He knew for a fact Maurice didn’t charge Boss half as much.

    A guy’s got to make a living somehow.

    He rolled his eyes. I want you to find out everything you can about a Lori Dean. Looks young, twentyish. He told him the name of the diner where she worked.

    Fine.

    Maurice hung up without even saying goodbye. Pocketing his cell phone, Chains watched Lori as she moved from table to table. Her wide hips had a natural sway, mesmerizing him.

    She came back with a large pot of coffee. Coffee? she asked.

    Who gave you the shiner?

    Lori poured him some coffee and tutted. You know that’s rude to ask a lady.

    Yeah, well I think it’s rude for a guy to hit a woman. He saw her tense up, and he hated that he made her nervous. It wasn’t his intention.

    She kept a good distance from him. Clearly, her instincts were entirely correct. He wasn’t a good guy, had never been a good guy, and never would be a good guy.

    I ordered you the cheeseburger with ordinary fries. I hope that’s okay. She handed him back his coffee.

    You don’t have to be nervous.

    It’s not exactly normal for a guy to be so interested in my bruise.

    Very true, but I’m not a normal guy. I never promised I was. He offered her a smile, hoping he looked harmless. Hard to do when he’d killed people without blinking.

    Right. Enjoy your coffee.

    He watched her every move, and he admired her nice, round ass as she walked away. Ten minutes later she came back with his plate of food, and she left him to eat.

    Maurice got back to him, along with a bill twice as much as he was expecting. Chains paid him by instant transfer, and opened up the file on his cell phone.

    It always amazed him what Maurice could do with a name and a couple of clues. There wasn’t anything anyone could hide from the hacker.

    Lori Dean, twenty-five years old, came from a big family, and by big, he was talking one of ten siblings.

    She was poor, dirt poor, and Maurice had also included a warning. The neighborhood where she lived had a known pimp who liked to beat the shit out of the women.

    Just seeing that warning made Chains angry.

    He knew how she’d gotten the bruise, and it had just sealed Lori’s fate.

    ****

    Lori stared at her reflection, and slowly ran her finger underneath her eye, wincing as she did. It hurt being hit, and, checking to make sure the door was locked, she slowly opened her very tight uniform. She’d asked several times for a larger size, but her boss wouldn’t budge. He told her men liked to see tits on display.

    If she could get a job elsewhere she’d have been gone already, but in this day and age, she couldn’t be picky about where she worked. At least she didn’t have to screw anyone.

    Bruises covered her ribcage, and it hurt for her to take a deep breath. Her ribs weren’t broken, but she was in so much pain.

    This was what happened when you told Carlton Riggs no. She wasn’t an idiot. Carlton Riggs was a pimp, drug dealer, small arms dealer, asshole, bastard, and just everything that was bad in the world.

    A couple of the girls she’d gone to school with had thought they’d been the ones to catch his eye, only to find themselves pregnant, and at his mercy. He didn’t treat the mothers of his children any differently. To get any kind of money from him, they had to do it on their backs, serving anyone who’d have them, screwing travelers in the backs of cars, or serving men he wanted to entertain.

    She’d seen the two girls she’d gone to school with the other day, and instead of looking like healthy twenty-five-year-olds, they looked twenty years older, and were miserable.

    Carlton was also the reason for her bruised face and ribs.

    Her parents loved fucking like rabbits, and because of that, they had a family of twelve. She had some older brothers, but none of them cared about feeding the younger kids that were still in school. She did. At the grocery store, she’d bumped into Carlton, where he’d promised her easy cash.

    Once again, she’d turned him down. She didn’t want to be a whore. Her body was her own, and it still filled her with pride that she was a virgin, even at twenty-five. Being around sex all of her life, she’d not been in any hurry to lose her V-card, and was happy with it.

    She was going to hurt for another few days, so she buttoned up her uniform, tied back her brown hair, and left the bathroom.

    Entering the kitchen, she saw George, the owner and cook, staring out at the seating area.

    That guy in the suit. Makes sure he gets everything he wants. Show him a smile, and he’ll tip you good. Didn’t he want the chicken?

    He didn’t see her wince. George never cooked chicken for long enough, and whenever

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