Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,6

shiver of dread went through her.

Then he smiled.

Goosebumps crossed her skin and she thought she might vomit. She rushed up the stairs as he let out a deep roar. Her aunt’s cry following.

Jesus. Jesus. So gross.

She flung herself into her bedroom, and quickly turning, locked it. The lock was pretty flimsy and she didn’t really trust it. She should move the dresser.

She spun around, heaving out a breath of relief.

And realized that in her haste, she’d failed to pay proper attention to her surroundings. Her heart beat sped up, her stomach dropping as she took in the heavily-tattooed man lying on her bed.

“Hello, Marisol. Long time, no see.”

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Marisol froze.

She stared.

“Have you got no greeting for your brother?” he said with a purr.

“You’re not my brother.” The idea of it was ridiculous. And horrifying.

“When our parents get married, I will be.”

“She’s not my mother,” she spat at him. Married? Oh God. Please don’t tell her that Rosalind was marrying Saber?

He narrowed his gaze at her. Those green eyes turned dark. They were so like his father’s that another shiver worked its way through her. “What’s wrong, Marisol? Don’t like the idea of being my sister? It won’t stop us from becoming more intimately acquainted. It’s not incest, after all. But it does add a certain taste of the forbidden, don’t you think?”

What she thought was that she was about to throw up.

She needed to get this asshole out of her bedroom.

Why hadn’t she thought about the fact that Tiger would be with his father? He might be twenty-four, but he’d been raised in his father’s gang. He was being groomed as his Saber’s right-hand man.

And he seemed to believe that he had some claim on her.

Not. Happening.

She’d rather take her chances on the street than end up under this man. No, boy. Linc was a man. Tiger was a spoiled little boy who didn’t like hearing the word ‘no.’

Actually, her telling him ‘no’ seemed to make him dig in his feet. It seemed to be some sort of challenge to him. A game. He couldn’t seem to comprehend that she didn’t actually want him.

Sure, under other circumstances, if he was a guy just walking down the street, she might have thought he was cute. But because she knew him, knew what he was capable of . . .

He was ugly.

“I’ve been having to entertain myself until you got home.” It was then that he held up the thing in his hand. Too late, she realized what it was. Her heart beat sped up.

“That’s mine.”

Her precious eReader. The only thing that kept her sane. If she didn’t have her books, she didn’t know what she would do. The characters in those stories were her friends.

Her only friends. Her only escape.

“Give it back.”

“Some very interesting stories in here. These are some very kinky desires that you’ve been hiding, Marisol. Tell me, does your aunt know about the stuff you read?”

Her entire body shook. She didn’t know if it was in reaction to his words or her blood sugar levels getting too low. A mix of both, she was betting.

He stood, moving with the elegance of a coiled snake waiting to pounce. She watched him, barely breathing. He grew closer and her fear grew. If he wanted to hurt her, he could. There was no one here to stop him. She doubted her aunt would care and his father would probably cheer him on.

Now she was wishing that the sheriff had taken her to jail and locked her up. She’d take her chances with that soap shank.

“What was it you called me last time I saw you? Depraved?”

“You suggested I have a threesome with you and your dad!”

“You should have been flattered.” He started to circle around her and it was all she could do to stand there. To not follow him, not show how afraid she really was.

How terrified.

“F-flattered? He’s my aunt’s boyfriend!”

“So? She could have watched.”

“Eww.”

Too late, she realized she should have guarded her words better as he grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards him. He squeezed her wrist until she cried out in pain.

“You want to be very careful about the way you treat me, Marisol. You think you’re better than the whores who hang around me and my dad, trying to get their hands on our cocks? You’re not. And very soon, my old man and I are gonna be your family. Then I’m going to be in charge of you.”

She forced herself to stay still, hoping if she didn’t