Indebted Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (King Crime Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: King Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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Is that a gun? My mind is reeling as I try to figure out what the hell is going on. Is my dad okay? Why is this man at my house? Are there more men like him? There had to be since there are two vehicles parked here. Are they robbing my house? Where is my dad?

I put my old Jeep into park but leave the engine running. Sitting very still, I wonder what his next move will be. His eyes roam over my car as if he is inspecting it.

Time stands still for a few seconds before he comes walking toward the Jeep. My heart is beating out of my chest, and my eyes glance down to my cell.

I reach for my phone to call 911, knowing it might be my only chance. Frantically, I move my fingers over the screen as I punch in my code wrong three times. Shit!

A loud knock against my window has me jumping up. Losing the grip on my phone, it slips from my hand and falls to the floorboard.

“Get out of the car, and don’t even fucking think about reaching for that phone to call the cops,” the man growls at me through the window. His voice is loud and has a dangerous edge to it, which sends shivers down my spine.

Despite the fear coursing through my body, I suddenly have the bright idea to just drive off. The door is locked, and he can’t get in.

Grabbing the clutch, I put the car in reverse, ready to speed off when I see the man lift his gun and point it straight at my face.

I stop, my whole body freezing as if I have just looked into Medusa’s eyes.

Staring up at the man, I hold my breath. There is a dark, evil look in his eyes that tells me he won’t hesitate to shoot me if I try to run or be heroic.

“What is going on?” I demand. I don’t want to be hurt or seen as weak, so I put on a brave face and try to act tough and unafraid.

Before I can blink, the guy swings the gun and smashes its butt against my window. My heart drops into my stomach as I watch the cracked glass inches from my face.

Oh shit. This guy means business. Serious, deadly business.

My breath catches in my chest. What the fuck is going on here? I come home from college, and I’m staring down the barrel of a gun?

“Get out of the fucking car and don’t ask questions,” the man gruffly orders, clearly at the end of his patience.

I shut my mouth immediately. I mean, a fucking gun is pointed at my face, so of course, I’m going to do exactly as I’m told. For now, at least.

Turning my Jeep off, I carefully pace myself and reach for the handle. I push the door open slowly, hoping it will encourage him to ease off a little bit. However, my unhurried moves seem to just make him angrier.

With his free hand, the man yanks my door open as quickly as he can. For a moment, all I hear is the creaking from the rust build-up.

I slip from the car with ease, my eyes never leaving him. What happens next is right out of a fucking movie. He grips the back of my head, pulling my hair. My scalp burns with his attack, and my eyes begin to fill with tears.

“Let go of me!” I demand, going loose in his hold. I won’t allow whoever the fuck this person is to hurt me. His grip tightens, and I feel cold metal against my lips. My eyes grow as big as saucers the second I realize it’s the barrel of the gun, his finger on the trigger.

“Enzo has come to collect his debt.” A sick smile crosses his face, and if I weren’t so incredibly terrified, I would’ve puked all over the ground.

With the barrel still against my lips, I’m afraid to even ask what debt he is talking about. When Mom died, her life insurance policy left Dad and me enough money to get by.

We are not rich, but we aren’t struggling either. Dad always told me our finances were fine. This man must have the wrong family, and he will be sorry he treated me this way when he realizes the truth.

“You’re wrong. We don’t owe a debt to anyone. You must have the wrong family. It’s all a misunderstanding. But if you leave now, we won’t press any charges.”

The man just shakes his head and chuckles. “Enzo will have fun fucking every hole in your body. Then when he’s done with you, and you’re ready to be killed, I’ll fuck you one last time…”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I sneer at him, anger building deep within me. Why does this man think he has a right to say such cruel, nasty, vile things to me? And who the hell is Enzo?



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