Breakthrough: The Castell Brothers, #3

By Izzy Williams

He's trouble – but then, so is she. . .

They could be a match made in heaven . . . or match made in hell - only time will tell.

When Kelly moves to Spain she has no idea what she's letting herself in for.

Wild girl Kelly and sexy and dangerous fighter Andreo have had a connection since they first met, both of them happy with the hookups - no emotion with no strings attached. When Andreo is told that he needs to calm down his wild ways or his fighting career will suffer he knows he needs to do something drastic. Enter Kelly. She would be perfect to pretend to be calming down the bad boy Andreo.

Kelly is in trouble, debt is following her to Spain and she's in danger. When Andreo suggests something ludicrous, but something that will save her, how can she say no? Kelly doesn't do love after heartbreak closed her off and Andreo doesn't think he's worthy of love - but will they be able to keep emotions out of it or will it end in heartbreak?

This is book 3 of The Castell Brothers series but can be read as a standalone.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Izzy Williams
• Release date: Dec 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9798201414849

Book preview

Chapter one – Andreo

Three months later . . .

Fuck!  The fucking media again, and yet another stupid bitch that has sold a story on me.  I'm sick and tired of reading in papers about how emotionally closed off and cold I am, about how badly I treat women - like they're objects.  Don’t fucking act like slags all over me if you don’t want to be treated like one.

‘He took me back to his hotel room and told me to take off my clothes and get on the bed.  I felt like an object.’ The last one said as I read the paper.  Well huh? No one made you fucking do it, you could have left at any time.  I look at her picture, I don’t even remember her, I must have been wasted.  She's gorgeous, they're all gorgeous, but when they throw themselves at me, what . . . am I gonna say no? I don’t think so.  She just thought she'd make herself some fast Euros.  She had a good time - I guarantee that - the only trouble is, with the easy lays I pull they tend to not have any scruples, they want their five minutes of fame off of my back . . . or my dick. 

I never in a million years thought that when my fighting took off like it has over this past couple of months in the UFC leagues, and I started to get a name for myself, that a shit load of trouble would come with it . . . the notoriety . . . the media attention.  I don’t care about all that, I fucking love the attention don’t get me wrong, I always have - but I can’t be arsed with fucking PR.  I know I should tone it down, but the problem is I don’t give a shit what people say about me, it’s just doing my head in that I can’t seem to do anything without someone reporting on it.

I walk into the bar and look around for Raff and my best friend Dante.  I need these guys tonight – I need to have a drink and hang out with the guys and feel normal for a few hours.  I don’t have another fight now for a week so fuck the health kick, I'm getting pissed.  No pussy tonight though, I'm sick of women using me to earn a bit of money . . . they might as well just call themselves hookers.

I spot Dante sitting at the bar and go over to him, looking around I smirk at all the women watching him, he's a good looking fucker but knows it . . . a bit like me.  Had a couple of threesomes and foursomes with him in the past and the women thought it was their birthdays and Christmas rolled all into one with both of us to play with.  Hmmm, good times . . . gotta get me a foursome again soon.

I slap him on the back and he turns around and grins at me. "Ando, how’s it going?  See you’ve been making headlines in the El Pais this week?  Just tell me, how the hell am I supposed to be your so-called manager when you keep giving them ammo to dig your fucking grave?  You are a fucking PR nightmare."

I shrug, What can I say? It must be a slow week for news.  What do you want me to do, get every woman I fuck to sign a disclaimer?  Not gonna happen, my friend.

He shakes his head and takes a swig of his San Miguel beer.  I look around as I wait to get served for a beer, there is plenty of talent in here tonight.  Dante's never one to go home alone.

Stop being a dick Dante, it’s not my fault that these girls want to make money off me.  They get off, I can promise you they’d be back panting for more if I let them, but when they realise that it’s never going to happen that’s when they turn bitter and twisted.  Anyway, I can think of something that will take your mind off it . . . take a look around.

He scans the bar and winks at a blonde sat down with her two friends and turns back to me.  You better keep your dick in your pants tonight, I've got to do enough damage control as it is. I shake my head, Dante has been my best friend since we were twelve, we met at school and were the wild boys . . . still are - but he's probably calmed down a little more than me, but still single and appreciating every moment of it.

I get my beer and one in for Raff too for when he arrives, including Dante in the round too, might shut him up moaning.  We look around and find an empty table just as Raff turns up. 

He comes over when he spots us. 

Hey, brother. I say to him How’s Abi? Keeping you satisfied I hope?

Fuck off, she's none of your business. He grins as he takes a swig of his beer, obviously she is keeping him