Set Free by the Bad Boy: The Billionaire's Touch, #6

By Evelyn Glass

Set Free by the Bad Boy is book 6 of The Billionaire's Touch series. Parts 1-9 are available everywhere now!

Book 1: Bad Boy in a Suit
Book 2: Bad Boy in the Dark
Book 3: Bad Boy in Control
Book 4: Tied Up by the Bad Boy
Book 5: Pinned Down by the Bad Boy
Book 6: Set Free by the Bad Boy
Book 7: Bound to the Bad Boy
Book 8: Bent for the Bad Boy
Book 9: Given to the Bad Boy

Both Zoey and Alex’s world has been shattered—the illusion of safety and invulnerability gone.

Ever since she entered into Alex’s world, Zoey had always known that things could never be the same as before. But she never expected it to come to this, never expected that she would become the pillar of normalcy in a world hell-bent on going mad, and never expected that she would be the lone person holding everything together.

She has come too far, knows too much, and has long passed the point of no return in unraveling the secrets of the Blankenship family. But she also knows that once she’s accepted the fact that there is no turning back, then she’s in it with Alex 100%.

No matter what else may follow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781540193780

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SET FREE BY THE BAD BOY: The Billionaire’s Touch (Book 6)

By Evelyn Glass

Everybody has a price. I’m about to find out mine.

BEING WITH ALEX WAS something I never could have imagined in a thousand lifetimes.

The intense games.

His need for control.

The toe-curling pleasure as he takes me from one climax to the next.

But I can feel that he’s holding something back. And no matter how hard I look, he finds a way to keep me out.

Until one night. One moment.

One chance.

To truly enter his world.

Surrender myself—not only to him, but to the whims and will of all those around him.

I only had a vague idea of what he meant.

I had no idea the implication of it all.

Or what else followed.

CHAPTER 1

Time dilated in a way that made Zoey feel dizzy and nauseated. She knew she fumbled for her phone, and she knew she dialed 911, but it seemed like an eternity passed before the first ring on the line. As she spat out a garbled version of what had happened to the 911 operator, Alex gasped his way back to consciousness. She begged him not to move as he crawled into the backseat with her, clutching his sister’s suddenly tiny body to his chest as he cried out.

When the paramedics arrived, they had to pry Claire’s body out of his arms.

They took her first, a thousand small medical devices in place as they tried to coerce her body back into working order.

It didn’t do anything. Nothing at all.

They put her in the ambulance while Alex screamed. A second ambulance came for the two of them. Only then did he seem to notice Zoey. She tried not to let it hurt when he pushed her away.

He endured the attention of the EMTs as they peered in his eyes and cleaned the wounds on his head and hands from broken glass.

At the hospital, the police came. They didn’t recognize Alex, and they questioned why he had blood on his hands and clothes a thousand times until Zoey took a turn with the screaming.

Through it all, Alex sat there, the life drained from his eyes.

It fell to Zoey to answer the questions.

No, I didn’t recognize the shooter.

No, I didn’t get a good look at his face.

No, I don’t know why we were targeted. That one came after a glance at Alex, a glance that she was quite sure that the police noticed, but she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what was safe anymore.

Alex finally stirred. I want Luke Pyramus here, he said. And I want my lawyers. Now.

Something in his tone made the cops take another look at their notes. They finally seemed to put two and two together and realize that they were dealing with one of the more powerful men in New York City, and that getting their commissioner might be the right call, if only because it might take a little bit of the heat off their necks.

Alex and Zoey were alone in the room with the body of his little sister. They were both covered in blood, and both of them were shaky; she knew that much at least. Alex, she said, her voice quiet. It’s time that we let them take a look at us.

He shrugged her hand off his shoulder without saying a word. The EMTs had given each of them a cursory examination and said that, outside of concussions, they were both reasonably okay, but the ER doctors wanted to have a look as well, but once they’d stopped attempting to resuscitate Claire, Alex hadn’t managed to let go of his sister’s hand.

When I go, he said, his voice cracked and ragged, when I leave, it will be true. They will have won. As Zoey looked on, something deep inside of him shattered, and he crumbled down, his forehead resting on his hand, joined with Claire’s. She touched his shoulders lightly again, and he didn’t brush her off this time. She deepened her touch, kneading into his shoulders with the tips of her fingers. His body didn’t move, but he made a sound like glass grinding over sand.

There’s the twins, she said, her voice very quiet. "We can help them. We can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.

His head snapped up, and his eyes were very cold as they stared into hers, cold enough that she had to fight to keep from pulling away from him. This wasn’t just his CEO stare; that was positively tropical compared to the arctic currents in his gaze right now. "I don’t give a fuck, he said, spitting the curse with the kind of venom that would impress a cobra, what happens to anyone else. Do you understand me? None of it matters now. None of it."

Zoey was at an utter loss. She had to be truthful; losing her grandmother in her teens didn’t compare to this. Claire had been barely a woman, murdered on the cusp of her entire life, by forces that they hadn’t been able to understand yet. Oh, sure, they had theories, and they had guesses, but they didn’t know. She felt powerless in the extreme, and as close as she and Claire had gotten in the past few days, it had only been days. The way Alex had talked about her, it often sounded as though he had done as much, if not more, to raise the girl than his parents had.

Alex’s head dropped down again, but Zoey found herself believing that he wore a different sort of posture now. His shoulders were crushed under the weight of something too heavy to be born, but he stopped gazing at her chest as if sheer force of will could make her heart start to beat again. He was finding some kind of peace now, and maybe it would be better if she stepped out of the room for a moment, got them both some coffee, and used that to draw him out.

I’ll be right back, she said, leaning over and pressing her lips against the back of his neck. He made a soft sound, for one brief moment he leaned into her presence, and then he returned to his vigil.

She stepped into the hallway of the emergency room, focusing on keeping herself calm and steady. The nurses’ station was deserted, and Zoey could feel shock taking a deeper hold in her bones. Never mind coffee; she needed to pull out her phone and figure out how to get Luke Pyramus on the phone. Maybe Alex’s friend Leo, too. It was okay for her to not be able to be his support right now. He needed friends, close friends who’d known him for years and could hold him up while this awful truth sank into him.

Down the hallway, she heard a voice. It was a hospital; one single voice shouldn’t have stood out, but there was something in the strident tone that told her everything she needed to know. She was running before she realized she was in motion. She turned the corner, and Olivia stood there, completely incongruous in her expensive clothes and perfect manicure. She was just as shattered as Alex was.

No, she cried, her head snapping back and forth almost viciously as a doctor placed a hand on her arm. No, she said again, yanking her arm back and almost overbalancing herself.

Zoey moved forward,