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  Falcon’s Prey

  C. Lymari

  Falcon’s Prey Copyright © 2020 by C. Lymari. All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Editors: Sandra, One Love Editing

  Cover Design: NET Hook & Line Designs

  Proofreader: Carmen Richter from CPR Editing

  Contents

  Also by C. Lymari

  Authors Note

  Playlist

  Part I

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Part II

  Revenge

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  You Can Run But You Can’t Hide

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Queen. Knight. Soldier

  Epilogue

  A Few Months Later

  Coming Soon

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by C. Lymari

  It’s Not Home Without You Hoco #1 -Available Now

  (Second Chance/ Forbidden)

  The Way Back Home Hoco #2- Available Now

  (Friends-to-Lovers)

  You Were Always Home Hoco#3- Available Now

  (Enemies-to-Lovers/ Second Chances)

  HOCO#4- Coming Soon!

  (Quincy’s & Jessa’s story.)

  Standalone

  For Three Seconds- Available now

  (Forbidden/ Sports Romance)

  Authors Note

  I'm not a fan of trigger warnings. I feel like they take away from the reading experience, so if you need one, this book is probably not for you. The hero is a jerk, and the heroine is a bitch, and they are bound to clash. If you love twisted, fucked-up shit, then buckle up and prepare to get mind fucked.

  “Do I Wanna Know”- Artic Monkeys

  “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?”- Artic Monkeys

  “Mala Santa”- Becky G

  “Bad Guy”-Billie Eilish

  “You Should See Me in a Crown”- Billie Eilish

  “Solider”- Fleurie

  “Seven Devils”-Florence + The Machine

  “Nightmare”- Halsey

  “Born To Die”- Lana Del Rey

  “Salvatorre”- Lana Del Rey

  “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”- Lord

  “Mi Mala Remix”- Mau y Ricky

  “Dollhouse”- Malanie Martinez

  “Show & Tell”- Melanie Martinez

  “Devil Devil”- MILCK

  “NBK”- Niykee Heaton

  “The Wolf”- PHIlDEL

  “A Little Wicked”- Valerie Broussard

  For the full Spotify playlist

  https://bit.ly/Falconplay

  To everyone who is afraid, but still puts on a brave face. This one is for you.

  He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy. And together they made magic.

  Part One

  “You cannot burn away what has always been aflame.”

  - Nikita Gill, “Witches” from Wild Embers

  Prologue

  The heady smell of sex filled my senses as I lay in a bed fit for ten. My body stayed unmoving, my legs open, and my arms held on to the man who once promised me everything.

  It was all lies.

  Lies I once believed.

  “Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

  I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over, to see if I could shut my brain off from everything that was trying to overtake me. What we were doing was wrong and fucked-up—yet it felt right. He got off on fucking my body, and I fed from the pain it brought me.

  His hand roamed my leg, all the way to my pussy, where he was thrusting inside me. His fingers made their way to my clit, and I closed my eyes tightly. Years of giving myself to him, and he knew my body better than I ever could. His fingers circled my clit, and I moaned. Part of me was repulsed, but the other sick part of me only felt the pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby, give it to me.” He kissed my neck possessively as he fucked me harder into the bed.

  His fingers worked faster to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I couldn’t help it when my body started to convulse around him. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. My orgasm came fast and hard, and he came with me.

  When he was finished, he rose above me. I didn’t have to open my eyes to see what he looked like. I had him memorized. He had jet-black hair that almost seemed blue, a devilish smirk on his face, a baby-smooth face with a square jaw, and the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. He was handsome, and he knew it. He could have had anyone in the world, yet he only wanted me.

  At one point, that made me feel special. Now, I only felt sick.

  “I wish I could stay longer, baby, but I have to go.”

  He kissed me, and it was like poison: toxic and sweet, killing me slowly each time. His tongue ran over the blood and licked it off my lips. I kept my eyes closed and just lay in bed, spent.

  I heard the noises he made as he got changed.

  “I’ll let you know when I’m in town again.” And with those parting words, he walked out of my guest room and closed the door behind him.

  I took a deep breath and finally opened my eyes. Once upon a time, I wanted him. I relished the way he made me feel—special, consequential, like I was someone worthy of love. Until I realized how fucked-up we were, and what we had was nothing to feel good about.

  Now I was stuck in a cage, and he had the key. Closing my eyes was the only way I could temporarily be free.

  Even if you closed your eyes so you couldn’t see the things he did to you, you sure as fuck could feel them.

  When I didn’t hear any noise, I sat up. I swallowed back the vileness that threatened to come back out when cum started to leak down my thighs. Once in my room, I went straight to my laptop. I opened the program I had downloaded a while ago but never had the guts to open.

  I’d asked around. Usually dumb questions that people laughed at, but it led me to the page I was looking for. My hand holding the mouse shook for a second. Looking up at the ceiling, I did the sign of the cross, aware that God would not approve of what I was about to do. So many options and I didn’t know which one to pick. In the end, I went with the simplest one.

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sp; The screen turned black as soon as I clicked on it, turning into a chat room.

  No names. No personal information. I don’t need to know the why, just the who.

  My heart beat frantically as the words appeared. I’d done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but this one definitely took the cake.

  If the why was bullshit, wouldn’t that affect the who? I found myself typing before I thought better of it.

  I got green-colored glasses. I don’t give a fuck about the rest.

  I held my breath considering if this was what I wanted to do.

  Just tell me who, they typed again, and my heart skipped a beat. No more fear.

  It was tempting. So tempting.

  You’ll be free.

  I bit my lip, because I had no idea how that felt. I was about to put in the information, and all my problems would be solved, but at the last minute, I had a change of heart.

  Thank you, but your services won’t be needed anymore.

  I felt like a dumbass typing that, since whoever was on the other end of the screen wouldn’t care. I was about to log off, but words started to appear, as did a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach full of dread.

  If you say so.

  There’s a reason you came.

  A reason why you were ready to get dirty and lie in blood.

  My palms started to get sweaty, and my breathing got shallow. I was about to close the laptop, but they wrote more.

  Until we meet again.

  I turned off my laptop quickly, my heart racing faster than when I was getting fucked a couple of minutes ago. My life was already a fucking mess; I didn’t need to add blood on my hands.

  The asphalt crunched under my Giuseppe Zanotti heels as I made my way through the parking lot of the club. The line was long, which was expected because this was the hottest club in town. When people spotted me, they started pointing at me like I was some sort of zoo animal.

  Hello? I was a fucking person. Just because my life was publicized, it didn’t mean they had to act like I was less than human.

  I was taught from a young age to be unbreakable like a diamond. To withstand the pressure that came with my last name. Uncut and rough, but still shiny. I was used to the glitz, glamour, cameras, flashlights, and whispers. The taste of lies for breakfast and deceit for dinner was something I’d learned to acquire. I didn’t really trust anyone.

  People were good at two things: fucking you and fucking you over. It was better to have fun in the meantime.

  Once I made it to the front of the line, I flashed a smile to the bouncer. That was all it took for him to let me in, bypassing everyone who had been waiting for hours.

  “That’s not fair!” some girl whined. “We’ve been here for an hour.”

  I turned around, grinning at the girl while she glared at me. To drive the point home, I opened my Alexander Wang clutch and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I lit my death stick, took a puff, and turned to her, blowing the smoke in her direction.

  “It’s the way of the world, kid. Life. Is. Not. Fair.”

  I walked in while the bouncer shook his head. I heard the girls call me a bitch, and without turning around, I stuck my middle finger out. Once inside the club, I made my way to the VIP section. I didn’t come here to make friends. I didn’t have any—life at the top was rather lonely. Perhaps stupid, but honestly, I didn’t care.

  “What a surprise,” David said.

  He’d been a bartender here for a while, and since I was a regular, he knew me pretty well. And by saying David knew me, I meant that he knew my moods and what kind of drink I preferred. He knew when I was wired, high, or just plain pissed at the world.

  “Oh, cheer up, Davie. You know you’d miss me if I didn’t come.”

  “Where’s your goon?” He smirked at me.

  I grabbed some cashews from the tray nearby and threw a few in my mouth. “I ditched him.”

  David made a face. “Is that wise?”

  “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” I smiled at him. “Now, give me a tequila sunrise.”

  As David went to work on my drink, I turned my head with the nagging feeling that I was being watched. It had been happening since that day I’d almost made the biggest mistake of my life, but I was sure I was just being paranoid. When I scanned the club and didn’t notice anything, I turned back to the bar. Of course people were looking at me; it came down to my name.

  The next morning, I woke up feeling like I had a little person in my head doing renovations. I groaned and sat up. Fuck me. I’d forgotten to take my aspirin and water last night.

  “Hey, Siri,” I shouted.

  “Good morning, Ember. How may I assist you?”

  The surround sound was to the max, and I shrieked. My head was sure to explode now.

  “Text Dr. Wozniak.”

  “What would you like to text him?”

  “Come now, exclamation point, exclamation point.”

  I waited while she repeated the text to me and then sent it. Dr. W would come with a banana bag, and I would feel so much better. I laid in the dark for a few more seconds, and then I got up, went to my nightstand, and blew out the white candle I’d lit before leaving the house last night: Angel de mi Guardia, my guardian angel candle that I got from a little Mexican flower shop every time I went. The lady said it was for protection. Angels didn’t play where demons went to prey, but that was just my opinion. Still, like clockwork, I kept going back for more candles. Before I left my room, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was still in last night’s barely-there dress and makeup.

  “Oh good, you’re up,” came Sammy’s, my dad’s head of security, cheery voice as I made my way down the stairs of my three-floor penthouse.

  I loved Sammy. When I was young, he’d been my bodyguard. He’d taken care of me, and when I went through my rebellious stage, he hadn’t judged me. He still didn’t. Sammy was the best, and my father knew it, since he’d made him head of the whole family’s safety. The bad thing about that was, when he’d made Sammy head of security, he’d taken him away from me.

  “Barely. Is Dr. W here?”

  “Not yet. Come here, kiddo,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes but followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry about yesterday, but as you can see, I’m safe and in one piece,” I said to him as he came into view.

  Sammy gave me a disapproving head shake and took a sip of his coffee. “Well, he’s fired.”

  I sat on the stool of my breakfast bar and scrunched my nose when my maid, Karen, put food in front of me.

  “Ewww, take that away,” I groaned.

  She immediately did as I asked.

  “Sorry, I guess. I mean, it’s like, he should have known I would ditch him,” I told Sammy.

  “Your safety, Ember, is no laughing matter.”

  “I’m safe and sound. No harm, no foul.”

  Sammy ignored me and motioned for someone to come in.

  “Don’t tell me you got another poor schmuck to watch over me already?”

  Sammy gave me a you should know better look.

  “Ember, meet Ren Falcon. Falcon, meet your worst nightmare.”

  I didn’t have the energy to turn around, but I did it anyway.

  Fuck. Me. Sideways.

  I’d had good-looking bodyguards before. I’d let them guard my body real well, if you know what I’m saying, but none of them looked like the man in front of me. For one, he was not in a suit. I let my eyes trail up from his black combat boots, to his dark jeans, gray V-neck, and leather jacket. His chest looked hard and defined, and from what I could see of his arms, they weren’t too shabby either.

  He had a lovely neck, not too thick or thin. I wasn’t one to stare at throats, but then he swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed, and don’t ask me why, but I thought it was hot. He had a full beard, neatly trimmed. Blond. I’d never had a thing for blond guys—until now. His hair wasn’t too short, but not too long, and was sli
cked back without looking greasy or grimy. It just looked…hot. His face was hard and rugged. Even though his jaw was covered in facial hair, I could still see how sharp it was.

  Once my eyes made contact with his, I forgot to breathe for a quick second. Either that or I still had junk in my system and was about to OD. He had gorgeous blue eyes, like the sky with no clouds. I quickly averted my eyes from him without registering the look he was giving me.

  I gave him another glance. My new bodyguard was the definition of masculine beauty, and he was looking at me like he hated me.

  “He’ll be gone by the end of the month.” I turned around to Sammy, dismissing my new security.

  Sammy shook his head. “I hope not.”

  Just then, my bell rang and in came Dr. W.

  “Finally! I felt like I was about to diiiiiiie,” I told Dr. W, aware that Sammy and Ren were looking at me. I got up from my stool, waltzed to my couch, and extended my right arm for the good doctor.

  “You would feel much better if we didn’t do this every other day, Miss Remington.”

  “Look, I pay you, you come, and it’s a win-win for both of us.”