The King (Gentlemen Rogues Book 1) by Nana Malone

Author:Nana Malone [Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sankofa Girl
Published: 2022-07-18T18:30:00+00:00

Lachlan

Rage was an interesting emotion. It could flash hot and burn brightly, or it could simmer. But more than the rage I felt was a sense of sadness that I hadn't expected.

I had to find out what the fuck was going on. I liked her. Trusted her. She was more than just my training officer. I cared about that woman. And to realize that she'd done this to me, brought me here and then looked me in the face every single day and said nothing. She made me her partner. Made me care about her.

Fucking hell.

My phone chimed, and I forced my brain into compliance. We had a mission to complete. I sure as shit I wouldn't be touching her again. It was like my dick was mocking me though.

Oh yeah, sure you won't.

I scowled. "We won't."

Uh-huh, whatever you say.

It was like my dick full-on understood the theory of hate fucking. It was her fault I was here.

My brain kept trying to offer other potential and valid reasons for Felix to know her, but there weren't any. I had been her mark. There was no other explanation.

But why would your grandfather bother?

Maybe they needed me in a softened, weakened state. I would have fought back, wouldn't I?

I was just on the edge of the old town, my trainers slapping on the cobblestones, when the alert came in. I frowned at it, not sure if I was seeing it right. It was the emergency code.

Red. Red. Red.  Saff had called in The Heir’s Ruby.

I saw Saff’s message, and my heart sank. Adrenaline flowed in my veins. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She was in trouble. My rational brain had a lot to say about that.

I thought we hated her.

Fucking hell. I knew what the protocol meant. Find an exit route immediately. It didn't matter though, because I was still calling her.

I knew she wouldn't answer. Think fucker, think, think, think. Where was she? She'd gone to breakfast with Graciella, right?

From there, what would be the egress route she'd take? I had a whole map of the big island. Memorized it backward and forward. She was in trouble. Where would she go? If she was seeing red, that meant she'd had made a hasty exit out of somewhere. She needed help. I ran quickly, nearly taking out pedestrians. I had to get through.

My skin was too cold and flushed hot at the same time. At one point I slid and stumbled over someone's fallen gelato. I managed to stay upright then kept going. Fuck, I had to get to her. I had to fucking get to her.

Fucking Saff. I was furious. More furious than I’d ever been in my entire life. She had betrayed me. But still, I couldn't leave her to die. Protocol said I was fucking supposed to get to the pier. Anyone who didn't make it on time would be left behind.

But I couldn't leave her. My phone buzzed. It was Saint.

"Saint," I answered, huffing. "The fuck are you doing? You're breaking protocol.

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