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  Broken by the Monster

  Dark Twisted Love Book One

  Logan Fox

  Copyright © 2018 L. D. Fox

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  Contents

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  1. Never

  2. Two Bullets

  3. The Truth

  4. Clever Girl

  5. Sic

  6. Fisticuffs

  7. Thank Fuck

  8. A Belt to Bite

  9. Better, But Worse

  10. Cinnamon & Firesmoke

  11. Missing, Presumed Abducted

  12. Cartel Princess

  13. Narco Pieces of Shit

  14. ‘Nilla

  15. The Rest of the Way

  16. Danger, Intrigue, Conspiracies

  17. The Salt of her Tears

  18. Fucking Roses

  19. Spaghetti & Hot Springs

  20. Finding Polaris

  21. Electric Storm

  22. No Shit, Princess

  23. Terrified

  24. Broken by the Monster

  25. Protocol

  26. Should Have

  27. Ms. Swan

  28. The Gift

  29. Pond Scum

  30. A Wonderful Itch

  31. Lickety Split

  32. The English Man

  33. Blood & Roses

  34. Por Favor

  35. A Second Heart

  36. His Bloody Goddess

  37. Rabid-Crazy

  38. Swan Dive

  39. Come Back to Me

  40. Cold Feet

  41. His Mistake

  42. Her Protector

  Epilogue

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  For Juan

  You are the sun and moon to me.

  1

  Never

  An unexpected touch made Cora Swan glance over her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Bailey, her bodyguard, standing behind her. Twilight’s gloom spun shadowy webs from the stable’s rafters where she’d just dismounted from Moonlight, her white mare. A groom came by, collecting the reigns from her hand as she stared up at Bailey.

  “You’re late,” he said evenly.

  “A few minutes.” Her eyes flickered over his face. Was he seriously upset with her? It wasn’t her fault he refused to ride.

  “I thought something had happened.”

  “And I’ve told you before; you’d know if it did.” Cora twisted her mouth into a smile. “You should come with me. Then you wouldn’t worry so much.”

  Bailey shrugged his shoulders. It looked like he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he held back. He’d always held back. From the first time father had introduced her to her new bodyguard twelve years ago, Bailey had always been stiff and detached. But sometimes...sometimes when he came inside her room late at night — perhaps thinking she was asleep — he would stand at the threshold and stare across the room at her.

  Like he had last night.

  His steel-grey eyes narrowed for a moment before he gave his head a shake. “We should get back. Your father doesn’t like you being outside after dark.”

  “We’ve still got a few minutes...” Cora took a tiny step closer to Bailey. As if in response to their proximity, her heart fluttered against her ribcage like a bird that had just realized it was trapped in a cage.

  Caution flooded onto Bailey’s face, creasing the skin between his brows. He had deep lines there, even though he’d only celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday a few months ago. “Cora...”

  “What?” she asked innocently.

  Honestly, she knew she shouldn’t do this. But instead of clearing her head, the hour-long ride she’d taken on Moonlight had only served to focus her thoughts.

  “We should go,” he said again, but without making a move to the stable’s big barn door. His voice dropped. “Please. Your father is here.”

  “You scared of him?”

  Bailey laughed, but the sound had an uneasy edge to it. She knew he would never admit it, of course, but he was terrified of Tony Swan. Who wouldn’t be? The man had punched him when he’d found out Bailey had been giving his daughter Krav Maga lessons behind his back. Because ‘a lady’ didn’t do things like that. ‘A lady’ was never supposed to be in a position where she had to defend herself.

  Sometimes, her father’s logic was too obtuse for her to follow. She was the daughter of a goddamn cartel capo who had a permanent bodyguard — why the hell shouldn’t she learn to defend herself? But her father lived in denial. He seemed to fully expect that, when he retired, he could just walk away from the El Calacas Vivo cartel and they could go on living regular lives. Hell, even she knew that wouldn’t be possible; why did he keep telling himself lies?

  “We never got a chance to talk,” Cora said quietly, taking another step toward him. There was barely any distance between them now; she could feel heat coming off Bailey’s body in waves. “You left so sudd—”

  “Because I should never have been there in the first place,” Bailey cut in. He grabbed the top of her arms, leaning in to whisper, “I made a mistake.”

  “A mistake?” She could hear the disbelief in her voice. “But you—”

  He searched her face, but whether he found what he was looking for or not, she had no idea. “I can’t get involved with you. Do you understand?”

  “But—”

  “No, listen—” He cut off and hurriedly released her, as if he only now realized he’d been holding her. “I don’t want to have to ask to be reassigned. But if that’s what I have to do...”

  She hugged herself hard, rocking back on her heels as she stared up at him. He’d told her height was an advantage in Krav Maga — assailants always underestimated smaller victims. That was when she’d first started having feelings for him. Those training sessions had been so intimate, his attention so fixated on her body as he made her repeat the flow of movements she could use to disarm her enemy or break out of a hold. Her body began responding to him; just like it was doing now. Aching. Coursing with a need for him to touch her. She hated her father for that — instructing Bailey not to train her. Because that meant she couldn’t be close to him anymore. That he would no longer grip her body and twist it to his needs. She’d been a slow learner, back then. But he’d never seemed irritated with how long it took her to learn a move.

  She’d thought it was because he enjoyed that contact, too.

  Naturally, she’d been wrong.

  A cold
breeze blew in through the stable door, ruffling her black hair against her throat. She wore it long and usually tied up, but had loosened it as she’d trotted into the stable on Moonlight’s saddle. Because she’d known he would be here, waiting for her.

  A blush warmed her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, desperately willing her cheeks to stop burning.

  When she tried walking past him, he held out an arm. “You will find someone one day. And he’ll be perfect for you, but—”

  “But you’re not him,” she cut in, shooting him a scathing glare as she gripped herself tighter. “And who will I meet? Huh?” She swept out an arm to take in the now empty stable. “A groom, maybe? Or one of the waiters that serve me breakfast? Or one of Papá’s sicarios, when he’s off duty, and we happen to pass each other in the corridor?”

  “Cora, I know you’re frustrated, but—”

  “I’m not frustrated!” she yelled. “I’m lonely. I have no one to—” Her jaw clicked shut. Her face was on fire now, and embarrassed tears pricked at her eyes. Had she seriously just yelled out that she was lonely? What the hell was wrong with her?

  Sympathy softened Bailey’s face. For a moment, they just stared at each other; her chest rising and falling as if she’d run all the way back from the other side of the manor, his body granite stiff. Then he reached out a hand and brushed the knuckle of his forefinger down the side of her face.

  He’d done that last night, just before he’d kissed her.

  Her body vibrated with anticipation as her arms slid out of their death grip on her chest. As if she was in a trance, she took a step forward, moving woodenly. Bailey slipped an arm around the small of her back and drew her against him, walking backward, so they were lost in the shadow beneath the hayloft. He pushed her against the hayloft’s ladder, swiped hair from her face with both his hands and crushed his mouth against hers.

  Cora moaned, arching against him. She grabbed the back of his neck, standing on tiptoes so she could try and kiss him back. But he broke away a second later, leaving the taste of a cigarette and his mints in her mouth. God, she’d thought she’d imagined that taste last night. After smelling his brand of smokes, of having caught the scent of his mints...but it was there. His taste and the feel of his mouth lingered like a ghostly afterimage of their kiss.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. He slapped a hand against the hayloft’s ladder, looking away from her and squeezing his eyes shut like he was trying to block out the sight of her.

  But he wasn’t going to do this again. He couldn’t kiss her and then walk away like he had last night. She wouldn’t stand him doing it to her a second time. Her body felt drawn as tight as a guitar string. And she wanted his fingers strumming a melody from her. One she’d only ever been able to play herself.

  Cora grabbed his wrist. When she tugged at him, he came reluctantly closer, looking down at her like she was a succubus and he’d just resigned himself to eternal damnation. He opened his mouth, perhaps to protest again, but she pressed her fingertips against his lips. They twitched, soft and smooth, but didn’t open. She walked around the ladder, glanced up, and took the first step. She had to release him to climb higher, and when she’d clambered on top and turned to look down, the expression on his face made her heart drop into her stomach.

  He shook his head. “No. I can’t. This isn’t...”

  His voice trailed away when she got to her knees and unzipped her hoody. The autumn nights were growing cooler in Phoenix, and she had to put on something when she went riding so late in the day. She wore only a vest beneath, black, and that snug against her body. She leaned over the side of the hayloft, and then pushed down one of the vest’s straps.

  Bailey took the first step. Then another. Another. The closer he drew, the more her body ached for him.

  When he reached the top and climbed onto the hayloft — on his hands and knees because there wasn’t enough room for him to stand, he tore the vest over her head like she was taking too long with it. He grasped her breasts through her bra and forced her onto her back with his weight.

  His mouth was on hers a second later, his breath mingling with hers. They panted into each other, hands urgent and bodies twisting and grinding.

  He’d yanked the top button of her jeans open and had his fingers on the zip when he stopped kissing her. He drew back. His face was in shadow, but she could feel him looking at her. “Cora…you have to be sure about this.”

  “I am,” she whispered. “Please. I want you. I need you. Now.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered as if in pain, and then ground his mouth against hers again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said through their kiss, his words vibrating against her lips.

  Footsteps sounded out below them.

  Bailey froze, both their breaths hitching simultaneously.

  “Cora?” came a voice from below. “Cora!”

  Her eyes flew open. Bailey had drawn his head back, and a slice of dim twilight caught in his grey eyes. His lips parted, and he stared down at her, his dark eyebrows drawing together. Thinking. Wondering how the fuck they could get out of this.

  “Cora!” Her father sounded panicked. And that made her already pounding heart go into overdrive. “Where are you? Cora!”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her father to leave and search someplace else for her. If she could just stay still long enough to—

  Her leg began shaking. It was up, pressed against Bailey’s torso where she’d been clinging to him. But after the long ride, her thigh muscles were already tired from holding onto Moonlight. Bailey grabbed her thigh, pressing it against him, trying to keep her leg still.

  The footsteps turned below and thumped back the way they came.

  Her father was almost out of the stable when the heel of her riding boots slipped out from under her leg and crashed into a nearby bale of hay. The sound was soft, but she knew without a doubt that several pieces of straw had to have filtered out through the cracks in the hayloft’s floor. If her father turned and saw—

  “Cora?” her father snapped. “Bailey,” he added in a dangerous growl she’d never heard him use before. “Get them down!”

  She scrambled, hands flailing through the scattered straw for her vest.

  Below, boots clomped on the hayloft’s ladder.

  Bailey got to his knees, crouching so he wouldn’t hit his head on the rafters, and turned to the ladder. A face appeared; a man with short, dark hair and blue eyes. Face impassive, he swept his gaze over them while she yanked her vest over her head. Then the man reached out, grabbed the front of Bailey’s shirt, and tugged.

  Cora let out a yell and scrambled forward, but she was too late. The man yanked Bailey so hard that he fell onto his stomach, and then drew him over the side of the hayloft. Bailey managed to grab the lip of the hayloft’s floor, but the blue-eyed man brought a fist down on his fingers, and Bailey dropped to the floor below with a muffled curse. She gaped at the man when he turned his attention back to her, wondering if he was going to pull her over the side as well. She doubted she’d do as well as Bailey — she’d break her leg if he tried.

  The man probably realized that, too. He stabbed a thumb over his shoulder, gave her straw-littered a body a brief once-over as if cataloging her, and then stomped down the ladder again.

  “You piece of shit,” came her father’s quiet, tight voice. “You betrayed me.” There was the sound of something hitting flesh. A pained grunt.

  “Papa!” Cora yelled, throwing herself at the ladder and climbing down as fast as she dared. She swung around.

  The blue-eyed man lifted back a boot and slammed it into Bailey’s side where he lay wheezing on the stable floor. She rushed forward with a yell. But an arm appeared around her chest as if by magic, drawing her up and away. The smell of her father’s cologne washed over her, his voice arriving a split second later. “No, Cora. No.”

  As if that voice had a direct channel to the muscles controlling her body, she went limp. “Please, Papá. Don’t hurt him,”
she said through a sob. “It was me. I made him—”

  Her father turned her around and gripped her in a fierce hug. She had the briefest glimpse of his livid expression and the disgust in his black eyes before he crushed her against him. “Not another word, Cora. Come.” He drew her toward the stable’s door, both shuffling awkwardly when he refused to let her go.

  She could feel his heart pounding, but too fast; was he that angry? But no...his hands shook. And there was only one memory she ever had of his hands shaking. She pushed away from him, staring up at him. “Papa, what’s happened?”

  He glanced down at her, his mouth thinning. “They know we’re here,” he said. He lifted his gaze and called out, “Kill him.”

  She fought free of her father’s embrace, spun, and surged back for the stables. But her father caught her wrist, his neatly manicured nails digging into her flesh as he dragged her away.

  “No!” she screamed. “Papa, please! No!” Her throat stung how she yelled, but the blue-eyed man didn’t even look in her direction. He turned Bailey onto his back with a boot and drew a pistol from his shoulder holster. His mouth moved as if he was saying something to Bailey.