My husband is cruel, ruthless, and despicable. I hate him with every fiber of my being. The only reason I haven't killed him or tried to run away is because of the promise I made. I sold myself to save someone I loved...and this is the price I have to pay. I was sitting alone in a bar when the most handsome man walked inside. Striking blue eyes, cheekbones as sharp as glass, and a muscular body fit for a war. He was gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he bought me a drink, I didn't say no. I'd been unfulfilled for so long, and I wanted a real man for the night. My husband had his affairs so why couldn't I? I noticed the peculiar ring on his right hand, a diamond carved into a skull. If only I'd known what that meant, I would have known who this man was. The Skull King. A man more cruel and ruthless than my own husband.
Mon mari est cruel, impitoyable et méprisable. Je le hais de toutes les fibres de mon être. La seule raison pour laquelle je ne l'ai pas tué ou tenté de fuir, c'est à cause de la promesse que j'ai faite. Je me suis vendu pour sauver quelqu'un que j'aimais ... et c'est le prix que je dois payer. J'étais assis seul dans un bar quand le plus bel homme est entré. Des yeux bleus saisissants, des pommettes saillantes comme du verre et un corps musclé digne d'une guerre. Il était magnifique. Je ne pouvais pas le quitter des yeux. Quand il m'a acheté un verre, je n'ai pas dit non. Cela faisait longtemps que je n’étais pas satisfait et je voulais un vrai homme pour la nuit. Mon mari avait ses affaires, alors pourquoi pas moi? J'ai remarqué la bague particulière sur sa main droite, un diamant taillé dans un crâne. Si seulement j'avais su ce que cela voulait dire, j'aurais su qui était cet homme. Le roi crâne. Un homme plus cruel et impitoyable que mon propre mari.
Skull, Tome 1 : The Skull King
Two Years Ago
The Mediterranean style mansion was several miles outside of Florence. Tucked away behind lush landscaping and a limestone wall, it was carefully hidden in plain sight. The iron gates with his family seal integrated into the metal were left wide open.
Tensions ran high.
This was the deal of the century.
Lucian was getting what he wanted.
As was I.
But we were exchanging two extremely valuable things, commodities men would sacrifice anything to get their hands on. Neither one of us wanted to give up what we had, but we also needed what the other offered.
Instead of meeting in a neutral, third-party location, I agreed to meet him at his estate. He might assume he had the upper hand, but I never went into a meeting without being prepared for battle.
Lucian sat across from me, a man nearly ten years older than me, with greasy black hair, sparse eyebrows of the same color, and lips so thin they looked like pencil marks. It made him appear constantly displeased. A gold cross hung around his neck, visible in the V neck of the shirt he wore. It was a hot summer day, humid as fuck, and it was no time to wear a suit.
I didn’t even own a suit.
Fuck that shit. I didn’t need a designer suit worth thousands to prove my worth. I could be buck naked, and people would know exactly who I was. They would know exactly what I was capable of.
He took one more drag of his cigar then put it out in the ashtray. “You first.”
I’d already agreed to have the meeting on his property, but that was because I was fearless, not cooperative. His limestone wall and armed men would be helpless if I decided to turn on him. I had every single man on this property targeted by a sniper, not to mention the man I’d brought with me to this rendezvous. I always came prepared—and I outsmarted my opponent before he even realized his lack of cleverness.
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