Shattered Vows

By Sam Crescent

Abel Denton loves to fuck, loves to kill—and now he has found the woman destined to be his. The only problem? She thinks he’s a creep. Okay, he did go and snatch her off the dance-floor, and he may have felt her ass, and pretty much told her that she belonged to him, but what’s the problem?

Harper cannot believe that Abel will not take no for an answer. He has all the stalker tendencies, not good even in a book boyfriend, and she knows all about them. But then, Abel turns out to be really good company, and she likes him.

On the spur of the moment, Harper finds herself married to Abel Denton, more to prove to herself she’s fun than for any other reason. But when she is with him, everything else fades away. Can this attraction become love?

The problem with marrying a stranger is you don’t know anything about him. Abel’s life is a secret, but Harper trusts him as much as she can. However, when his work comes home and almost kills her, Harper has to make a choice. Can she stay with a man who kills people for his family? Or will she run from the only love she has ever known?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772339734

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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77233-973-4

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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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.

DEDICATION

To taking a chance, and trying to live without regret.

SHATTERED VOWS

The Denton Family Legacy, 2

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Oh fuck, that’s so good, you’re so big. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Abel rolled his eyes as he slapped the woman’s ass. He was riding her asshole, plunging his condom-covered cock deep inside her, mainly because her pussy was too damn used. Gripping her hips, he plowed inside her, going deep. She was a whore used to being used. Most of the women in the brothels they owned were used to having all of their holes used, and Deidre was one of the women that had been at this game even when he was a boy. She was the first woman he’d ever fucked, and the one woman he kept coming back to for an easy lay.

There were times he hated the challenge of finding a new woman.

Deidre was an experienced whore who knew exactly what he liked, and never fucking complained if he didn’t take his time getting her off. Most of the time, she was just happy to have someone who knew how to fuck.

Slamming inside her, he filled the condom, groaning as he did. Slapping Deirdre’s ass, he pumped the last little bit of cum, and that was it. He didn’t linger, quickly pulling out of her gaping ass, and ridding the condom from his body. Abel was under no illusions that he would be the first man inside her body. He was the first one tonight, but he wouldn’t be the last. Deidre was known for her love of a good fuck.

That was so fucking good, she said. I really need to start paying you.

Abel smirked. Babe, you couldn’t afford me.

I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but babe is not one of them.

He quickly pulled his clothes on, and wrapped the condom in some tissue, placing it in a disposable baggy to take with him.

Deidre rolled her eyes. You know I’m not going to try to con a kid out of you.

Don’t care. He never explained himself. This was what he did.

Abel finished dressing, running a hand down his jacket to make sure he was suited to be a Denton. His father demanded excellence, and he was more than happy to be that. A Denton was feared. He glanced in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance.

When he had time, he’d go home and shower the whore from his flesh. Until then, he had work to do. Heading toward the door, he glanced back at Deidre. Let me know if anything bad happens. You’re in charge of the girls, remember?

I’ll keep an eye on things. It has taken a long time to clean out the trash on this red zone, babe. I won’t let it fall.

Abel nodded. Just over a year ago, this red zone whore house had been dragged into the dirt by a disloyal employee, who no longer had the pleasure to breathe.

Deidre was a whore to the core, but she was also a damn good worker, and knew when things were spiraling out of control. If there were any signs, she’d call him, and he’d come running to make sure things were okay.

He was in charge of this fuckup, and if anyone tried to take it from the Denton family, they would pay for it. Deidre stood, pulling up her panties, and tucking her tits back into her bra.

Without another word, he left the room, and made his way back outside toward his waiting car. Climbing inside, he pulled up Jacob’s name, and waited for his brother to answer the call.

What could you possibly want?

Got my weekly update from Deidre. Everything is good. The red zone is no longer a problem.

Good, Dad was pissed about that.

He had a good reason to be. Our Denton name has to instill fear, and if there is any doubt about us, we’ll get attacked. So how is married life? Abel asked.

I’ll call you later.

Abel frowned. What the fuck for? You want this—

"It’s his anniversary, Abel."

He didn’t need to be told who he was. The whole family knew that Riley, twin brother to Jacob’s wife, Lou, had been killed. Fuck, most of them had been there to witness it, watching as Lou tried to save her brother. She was finally getting over it with the help of their family, but there were moments where she seemed to drift off. Abel put it down to that freaky twin connection they seemed to have going on. Totally fucking weird, but whatever. Lou was a good woman, a sweet woman, a little bitch at times, but Abel knew how to handle a woman with claws. She was also the mother of his first ever nephew, Riley Denton. That little reminder also made him wince. Jacob was away with Lou and Riley, and not due back home for a couple more days. His cell phone bill was going to be sky high.

Call me when you’re free.

Heading toward the casino where his father kept his main headquarters, he parked the car, and nodded toward the security team. The men were constantly changing, and Abel was not good when it came to names. Deidre was lucky he knew her name, as otherwise he’d be screaming someone else’s.

He used the elevator, waiting as it took him up to the top floor near his father’s office. Oliver and Gideon were each reading a magazine as he entered the main foyer. His father’s office was closed, which was rather unusual for a Friday when business was going down.

What the fuck is going on? Abel asked. Mom and Dad screwing again?

It was no secret that their parents couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Six sons and one daughter confirmed their need for each other. Also, there was that pesky little legacy, or curse as Abel liked to think of it, that caused some trouble. The Denton men had a little secret. Whenever they found their woman, the one woman who would be theirs for the rest of their life, they sensed it, they knew. There was no backing out, and according to Jacob, there was no way you could satisfy yourself with another woman. You became completely devoted to her. It sounded romantic, but Abel had learned there was also a danger of hurting people. His own uncle Stuart could attest to that. Marrying one woman, falling for the babysitter, and then knowing he’d hurt one, if not both women along the way.

The women they were supposed to fall for, they didn’t necessarily have the same feelings either. It wasn’t like looking across a crowded room, and the woman of your dreams feeling the same.

It’s not Mom and Dad, Gideon said. They’re in there with Landon.

Abel groaned. What had his little shit of a brother done now? Landon was now seventeen years old, had proven himself in a fight like all the Denton men had. From what Abel had learned, he had a lot of problems at school, staying out of fights.

He got suspended, nearly expelled. Mom is going batshit crazy right now, Oliver said.

Little fucker needs to learn to behave. Abel sat down in the chair, still smelling Deidre on him.

The door opened, and he watched as his mother, Charlotte, stormed out.

Babe, seriously, Maddox, their father, said, coming toward the door.

I am tired of the whole Denton crap. I told you to hold off the fights, to deal with his need for fighting. You told me he’d get over it. You didn’t do anything about it, and I’m the one being called to the principal’s office. I’m the one who has to take him to school. Sort it, Maddox, or I mean we are going to have a serious talk.

Abel was in shock. In all the years of his parents being together, there hadn’t been a single incident where she stormed out of the office.

What did you do this time, Squirt? Abel asked.

Landon looked pale. She’s going to send me to boarding school.

Gideon and Oliver lowered their magazines. Mom said that?

He whistled. You must have seriously pissed her off for her to scream the boarding school vote. Wow, you’ll be the first Denton at boarding school.

Every single Denton man, his uncles included, had all gone to public school. It didn’t matter that his parents could afford an expensive school, or a boarding school. Public school was just as good, and it helped shape them into men.

Abel laughed. You’ll be forced to wear a suit, and talk all posh.

Fuck off, Landon said.

Maddox clipped the back of Landon’s head. In the Denton household there was a set of rules, which they all had to abide by. If they crossed the line, or were naughty, they got punished. Whatever they did deserved the punishment it earned. That is the last I hear from you. You’ve put another boy in the hospital, Landon. Your temper is going to get you in serious trouble one of these days. Your mother has had enough of dealing with your troubles, and I don’t blame her. You think I want a fucking thug for a son, think again. I want a man with brains, who knows when to back down. None of your brothers have been to prison, and I’ve never had to bail them out of jail. You, son, are going to learn to pick your game up, or I’ll make sure you never see the inside of a ring, or the Denton family, understood?

Yes, sir, Landon said.

Good, get in my fucking office. I want a three-thousand-word essay in the form of an apology.

Landon groaned.

Oh, I see, make it three thousand words. I want one for your mother, one for the boy, one for the parents of the boy, and one for the school.

That’s twelve thousand words!

Get writing, boy!

Landon walked into the office.

An essay? That’s it? Oliver asked. If it was one of us that sent Mom storming out, you’d have done worse.

You think Landon’s punishment is done? Oh, don’t worry, Oliver, I’m going to make sure he regrets ever crossing that line.

His father knew how to punish his sons. Landon was in for a nightmare of a time. Abel couldn’t wait to watch, and to gloat.

****

I don’t want to be here.

Harper Mavis groaned as she looked around the glorious casino. It was like all other casinos, only bigger. Her friends, Lara and Betty, were trying to get over their recent breakups, so they wanted to come to a casino, which apparently had an awesome nightclub upstairs. Her friends had been before, but Harper didn’t like anything like this. She was more of a stay at home, study, and think about the future person. Gambling, partying, they damaged brain cells, and drinking, too. Alcohol was not good for the system. It made women lower their inhibitions, and teenage pregnancy was a huge issue. She wasn’t a teenager, but she also wasn’t twenty-one, either.

This was breaking so many rules, and as she glanced around at

Reviews for Shattered Vows

[shelliecurby · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This entire series has been great. The added Destiny factor just makes it better.