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She has her price, and I'm paying…
Colt:
They killed my best friend, and they're coming for me next.
I got out of Detroit that night, and I've been on the road ever since.
But twelve hundred miles from the Mexican border,
This pretty, pouty little redhead stops me in my tracks,
She looks like trouble, alright.
I need to buy a wife if I want to make it out of this country alive,
I'm gonna take her and make her mine.
Luna:
It's not often a bad boy with a suitcase full of stolen cash comes through my diner,
Even less often a guy walks in and I immediately picture us getting dirty in the back room.
We make a deal: help him cross the border and the cash is mine.
He wants me to pose as his wife. That'll cost him 20 grand,
Everything else comes free…
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Buy Me, Bad Boy - Layla Valentine
BUY ME, BAD BOY
Book One
LAYLA VALENTINE
Copyright © 2022 by Layla Valentine
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
CHAPTER ONE
COLT
It was just after seven when I began to see signs for Iowa City—a dismal, gray Midwestern town I’d never given two shits about before this mad adventure. Growing up on the streets of Detroit, hopping from one juvenile detention center to the next, I’d hardly allowed myself to think beyond 8 Mile Road, never mind imagine life elsewhere.
Of course, now, I didn’t really have a choice. The Detroit Seven had made sure of that.
Speeding down the stretch of highway, I guzzled my drive-thru coffee—which was more like a cocktail of far too much sugar and nearly gone-off milk at this point—and reminded myself of my mission: find the office of Wes Kraemer, crooked loan shark and uncle of my ex-friend, Vinnie, who’d told me that on my trek south, stopping there for cash was a sure bet.
Vinnie hadn’t liked me for a few years by that point, but he’d sensed I was in the kind of trouble that was life-altering and maybe even life-ending. He’d lent me the last hand of help with a yell over his shoulder: As long as I never see your ass around here again.
He’d mostly been Aaron’s friend, anyway. And now that Aaron was dead, my last attachments to Detroit were snipped, gone. I didn’t give two shits about Vinnie, and I would forget his name the moment I ripped off that godforsaken loan shark.
Pulling off the highway, I steered my car beneath the shadows of the overpasses. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling the adrenaline pump within me—a reminder that no matter how many times I broke the law, it still gave me a dangerous high. My eyes watered as I knocked back the rest of my coffee and returned it to the cup holder, then turned up the radio.
It was an old vintage track, one my grandmother had played in her little run-down house before everything had turned to shit. Don’t you fucking hate memories? Blue baby blue,
she’d sung to me, gazing into my eyes. Just a tow-headed kid,
she’d called me, with love in her voice. She died when I was 12, putting me out on the streets. There, I became prime pickings for the juvenile detention system, and for the life of a drug-addled dropout. I was primed for a life of violence.
At 28, I was still blond, but it was a darker shade now, without the sheen of my early 20s. My body was strong and muscular, and I was over six feet tall, although I hadn’t measured myself since high school. I hadn’t seen any reason to. It wasn’t like, before a fight, the man whose face you wanted to blast in wanted to ensure you were shorter than him, or taller. It only mattered who struck first. And with my hard, thick biceps and quick, animal-like motions, I won almost every fight I entered. If I lost, I always left with a grudge.
Of course, those grudges had to be abandoned now—now that all I could see was the horizon ahead of me.
I’d been on the road almost two months by this point—two months since that wild, bloody August night, and it was now nearly Halloween, one of the longest nights in Detroit. Frightened neighbors who couldn’t afford to move to the suburbs of Royal Oak kept their cats and dogs and children indoors with their fingers on their phones, ready to call the police if anything got out of hand.
Not that the police ever did much to help in those neighborhoods. They were lackluster at best, ensuring that gangs, like the Detroit Seven, were the ones who ultimately decided who was safe and who wasn’t.
Shoving my hand into the car’s side compartment, I drew out a cigarette and pushed it between my lips, lighting it with a quick flash. Damn, I hadn’t meant to get involved with the Detroit Seven. It had been Aaron’s game: just sell a few ounces of weed here and there to make enough to pay for rent and food. But rent and food were soon not enough for either of us. We wanted more: nicer cars, nicer women, nicer restaurants—everything. We were soon rolling in dough, stocking it in the cupboards and beneath