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27. avgusta na prodajne police prihaja nova romanca Abbi Glines, Torrid. Gre za drugo knjigo v seriji Judgement, ki se je februarja letos pričela z romanom Bombshell. To je Liamova zgodba, burna motoristična romanca, v katero nam je pisateljica pred nekaj dnevi dala vpogled z ekskluzivnim odlomkom, ki si ga lahko preberete v nadaljevanju.
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“Do you know who is in that office right now?” I asked her through clenched teeth.
She inhaled sharply, lifting her chin up in defiance. “I don’t care. I told you last night I wasn’t sitting in that room all day. I need a job.”
Leaning down, I placed my palm flat on the wall beside her head. “The fucking mafia, Liberty. They didn’t stop by for a chat. Did you notice how quiet it was last night? That was because some shit went down that we are having to deal with. Now, I need you to take your ass back into that room and stay there until I come and get you.”
Her eyes glanced behind me at the closed door. There was the briefest glimpse of fear in them. At least she was smart enough to understand the situation. Maybe she’d listen to me then and stop being a fucking brat.
When they swung back up to meet mine, that moment of fear was gone. Determination shown bright in them instead. “I am sorry I interrupted. But I am leaving. I’ll be back this evening.”
The door opened up behind me and I tensed. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Gage lean against the door frame with an amused grin. “Am I interrupting?” he asked.
I sighed. “I’m coming. Just give me a minute.”
He looked from me to Liberty, then smirked. “Alright, but we don’t have all day.”
Cocky fucker. I turned back to Liberty, anger radiating through every cell in my body. I was going to have to explain it to her. Blaise would have questions, and I had to make sure whatever he told my daughter didn’t make this look like something it wasn’t. It also couldn’t be the truth. I hoped Madeline never had to know about this. I just needed that paternity test to come back negative.
The door clicked closed behind me. “It’s a hundred fucking degrees outside, and the closest bus station is three miles. You might not care about your health or safety, but until I know if that baby is mine or not you’re carrying, I fucking do. So take your ass back into that room and stay there. I don’t have time to argue with you. That man that just came out here is a damn psycho. I have to get back in there.”
She blinked, then bit her bottom lip nervously. I tried real hard not to look at her plump lips because even now when I hated her, I wanted a taste. Shoving off the wall and stepping back to get distance from her, I pointed to the bedroom door. “Go.”
Thankfully, she didn’t say anything more and walked toward it instead of the stairs. I waited until she was inside before going back into my office. Glancing at Drifter, I nodded my head toward the hallway.
“Make sure she doesn’t leave the room,” I told him.
He didn’t question me but left to go do as he was told.
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"Moja mama D je govorila, da se napake dogajajo in da je izjokati vedro solz nad njimi neumno. Kajti modrost je zgrajena iz kupa napak."
Liberty
Stvar je v tem, da moja mama D nikoli ni imela zveze za eno noč s starejšim moškim, ki ji ni nikoli povedal svojega priimka in je za seboj pustil spominek, ki bi ji spremenil življenje – meni se je zgodilo vse to.
Moje življenje se je začelo kot pravljica, nato pa se je do desetega leta spremenilo v nočno moro. Od trenutka, ko so me pri osemnajstih postavili na cesto, sem našla način za preživetje. Vse je bilo boljše od doma, ki sem ga pustila za sabo. Na neki točki si vsi oddahnemo, kajne? Tako bi si lahko mislili, a usoda kar naprej vame meče stvari in skuša videti, koliko lahko prenesem.
Videti je, da je zmagala, ker sem obstala tam, kjer sem začela. Živim v hiši svoje sestre, ki me sovraži, in ura tiktaka, dokler spet ne bom brezdomka.
Liam
Čas je bil, da se ustalim. Našel sem žensko, s katero bi se lahko postaral, ker, priznajmo si, bil sem tako blizu petdesetim, da bi lahko iztegnil roko in se je dotaknil. Hči, ki je nisem mogel vzgajati, je zdaj del mojega življenja. Odrasla, poročena, z dvema sinčkoma. Želel sem biti nekdo, na katerega bi bila lahko ponosna in kogar bi lahko spoštovala. Pred kratkim sem začel hoditi z zdravnico, bila je čudovita, pametna in neodvisna. Vse je bilo videti dobro, ko odkljukaš seznam njenih lastnosti. Moja hči je komaj čakala, da jo spozna. Hudičevo sem si želel, da bi nekaj čutil do nje. Iskrica, kemija, karkoli na tej točki bi zadostovalo.
Potem pa neke noči, ko zapuščam njeno spalnico, zagledam znan obraz, ki me gleda z drugega konca hodnika. Seksi natakarica, katero bi pred šestimi tedni moral pustiti pri miru in si je nisem mogel izbiti iz glave, ne bi smela biti tukaj. Ampak je. Kar pomeni, da je zdravničina razvajena, sebična mlajša sestra. To se ne bo dobro končalo.
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