Page 103 of Ruthless Raiders

I look at Landon.

At Conner.

At Marcus.

Then I lower my head, bite down the scream in my throat, and say, “I’m sorry.”

Landon flinches.

Conner curses.

And I raise my eyes to Marcus and whisper, “I’m yours.”

Marcus’s smile is slow and victorious, like a wolf sinking his teeth into its kill.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Now let’s see what kind of Raider we can make out of a little murderer like you.”

Thankyou for reading Jasmine’s story, if you enjoyed it, please help me grow and write more stories by sharing it with your fellow readers and leaving a review now.

More coming soon. . .Valentina’s story followed by the conclusion of Jasmine’s story.

Follow me on Amazon so you don’t miss your next obsession.

If you haven’t read Willow’s story, you’re in for a treat, she has three ruthless kings who vow to punish her, spoil her, and worship every inch of her, start will Lords of Ruin.

Here is a sneak peek…

Willow

Don't say you wouldn't do the same thing. If your father was drowning in debt from your hospital bills, I know you would also find yourself standing naked before three gloriously beautiful guys with a proposition and a check for one hundred thousand dollars.

Trust me, no one in my situation would turn that cash away, no matter how proud they are. But in this case, you’re me, and your pride left you when you saw the foreclosure notice on your front door.

Your morals disappeared when you saw your giant teddy bear of a father crying as he held the only items you have left of your mother. You became fearlessly stupid when you heard him contemplate in hush whispers to your Aunt Nikki whether or not to sell your mother’s engagement ring to cover a couple of nights in a motel.

When you're desperate to protect the only person in this world you love and have no other options, you'll do whatever it takes, even if it means selling your soul to three guys who despise you more than anything, just like I did.

Chapter1

Willow

“This is a stupid idea, Will,” Jasmine mutters, fixing her mascara in the rearview mirror.

“Never said this was a smart idea; I just said it was an idea.” I mess around with the faux septum ring in my nose.

Now that I’m eighteen, I want a real septum piercing, but Dad won’t let me in case I get an infection. I have had this new heart in my chest for sixteen months, and most heart transplants are considered a success after four months, but my body can reject this heart at any time.

I will never truly be out of the woods. This heart saved me, but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“You want to steal from the King, Willow.” Jasmine enunciates every syllable in my name, and I flinch, looking away from her and at my reflection.

My black hair with washed-out pink tips falls in loose curls around my shoulders, and my smokey eye makeup brings out the green in my hazel eyes. My skin has lost most of its vibrant complexion, and I am just getting some of my curves back after barely eating during my two years of hospitalization.

Jasmine’s voice breaks me out of the trance I’m in. She cocks her head at me as if to emphasize how stupid of an idea it is. “We’re going to get killed.”

I roll my eyes. “No, we won’t.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan, superstar? Are we just going to waltz up into the King of Thornhaven's place and enter like it’s nothing when we weren’t invited, and you're here to steal?”