Deadly Retaliation: A Dark Bully Harem Romance (A Twisted, Dark and Deadly Romance Book 1) Read online

  Deadly Retaliation

  A Dark Bully Harem Romance

  C.P. MANDARA

  DEADLY RETALIATION

  By C.P. Mandara

  Book One of A Dark Bully Harem Romance

  DEADLY RETALIATION © 2020 C.P. Mandara

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  Contents

  Forewarned

  Deadly Retaliation

  Quote

  Join Me!

  1. Adie

  2. Adie

  3. Adie

  4. Leader

  5. Adie

  6. Adie

  7. Adie

  8. Adie

  9. Adie

  10. Elizabeth

  11. Elizabeth

  12. Leader

  13. Elizabeth

  14. Adie

  15. Elizabeth

  16. Adie

  17. Leader

  18. Adie

  19. Leader

  20. Adie

  21. James

  22. Leader

  The End of Book One

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  Forewarned

  C.P. Mandara writes dark, fantasy BDSM and erotic thrillers. Inside these pages there may be spankings, medical play, menages, love triangles, drugs, violence and more. Just as James Bond is not real, neither are Christina’s stories.

  In real life, you should practice safe sex and use RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink) principles. You should also use condoms!

  For now, buckle up and enjoy the insanely fucked up ride because…

  ADRIEN DUMORTIER IS BACK!

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  Deadly Retaliation

  My name is Adrien Dumortier. My best friend, James Leveritt, has just married the woman I love. That’s not the worst of it. She’s also pregnant with his child. To be fair, the man thinks I’m dead. He was supposed to rescue me from the clasps of my brother, but turned up ten minutes late, so had I not managed to get rid of the bomb that was strapped to my waist, I would now be dead. Thankfully, I am more resourceful than the bastard gave me credit for.

  So, how do I get even with someone like that? Not face to face, that’s for sure. The man is black ops trained and knows more styles of martial arts than I know ice-cream flavors. No, I’m going to be a little underhand about this. I’m going to kidnap his sister. Then, I’m going to torture her until she’s screaming down the fucking phone and send him the video. Then, I’m going to mess with his wife.

  Buckle up. It’s going to be quite a ride.

  Quote

  There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved – George Sand

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  Adie

  A bullet whizzes past me, embedding itself in the brick wall three centimeters away from my nose. It sends plaster dust flying in every direction, and I have to hold my breath to make sure I don’t choke on the fumes. There’s no way I’m making a sound. The woman who’s hell-bent on killing me would zero in on my position in a second, and I’m not about to give her that kind of advantage. She’s far too big for her boots as it is. She’s beaten me to the chase twice in the past month, and I’m damned if I’m letting it happen again. I can barely hold my head up in the office as it is.

  Today, I’ve made a bet with one of my female colleagues that I will manage to bring home the bacon. If I fail, I promised I’d take her to the cinema this weekend, and I do not take women to the cinema. No way. I might chew their face off, I might fuck them, I might fuck lots of them all at once – but romance? You have got to be kidding me. I’d rather die a slow and painful death, and judging by my competition’s aim this evening, that’s exactly what might happen. Another bullet flies past me, focusing my attention once more.

  “Come and get me, big boy,” a female voice purrs.

  Melinda Leader is dressed from head to toe in black motorcycle leathers. She has flaming red hair, which she regularly dies all colors under the sun to confuse me, and a body that a Playboy pin up would kill for. Everything is just perfect. Too perfect, in fact. The woman knows exactly how to attract attention, and on the rare occasions I get a glimpse of her face, I am left speechless. She has this coffee-colored skin, just like mine, and these amazing almond-shaped eyes that say I am into all kinds of obscene and twisted fucking. At least, I hope that’s what they say because when I get her into my bed, I am going to be very disappointed if they’ve been saying anything else.

  Leader has no idea how much I want her. At the moment, I am picturing her in my dungeon, strapped to my leather chair, while I slowly proceed to break her apart – a bit like a Kit-Kat. I want to see if behind all that chocolatey exterior there is something worth sinking my teeth into. I suspect there isn’t because no one compares to Lois, but the fantasy is nice. Lois, by the way, is the woman I’m currently in love with. She married my best friend a few months ago. Yep, my best fucking friend. What a nice guy, huh? To make matters worse, they both left me for dead while my brother tried to execute me. My brother was something else. He strapped a suicide belt to my waist and locked me in a room, just waiting for the chance to press the button and blow me to smithereens. He should have known better. The only people who get to blow me are hot chicks.

  Anyway, my best friend – James Leveritt – married my fucking girl. Obviously, I can’t let this go. I have my reputation to maintain. I am king of the fucking underworld, after all – or at least I was. Anyway, this means I have to kidnap his wife, fuck her over and over again until she sees sense, and then kill the bastard. He’s nowhere near as pretty as I am, either. Fuck my life. Fuck James. Fuck Lois. Crap. I’m now thinking about fucking Lois.

  Another bullet zings into the plaster above my head, this time giving me a bit of an impromptu haircut, and I have to dive around the other side of the beam I’m supposed to be hiding behind. Pay attention, you dimwit. Jesus, this woman is good. Yet again, I have no clue where the bitch is hiding.

  This job should have been easy. Get in, grab the bloke and his squeeze, get out. It’s not rocket science. So why is it that when I’m given an assignment, I always seem to be up against her? I’m beginning to wonder if the powers that be are messing with me.

  Firing a couple of shots across the warehouse, aiming at nothing in particular, I hit the floor and wonder how the hell I’m going to cross the entire distance of this plac
e without requiring at least six extra liters of blood and a good ER surgeon. Where the fuck is this woman? I am extremely pissed I can’t find her for three reasons. One: I can’t complete my assignment with her in the way. Two: I don’t want to die until I’ve killed James. Three: She’s fucking gorgeous to look at and I want my fix now.

  “You’re not as big as I thought you would be.” The sound comes from behind me and I spin round, trying to pinpoint her voice.

  “You haven’t seen my cock,” I shout back. There no point keeping my silence as she knows exactly where I am. If she wanted to hurt me, she’d have done so already. Besides, she’s having too much fun tormenting me.

  “If your bedroom prowess is anything like your skill with firearms, I’d be surprised if you knew which hole to aim for, let alone anything else.” She’s laughing at me. That’s fucking great.

  “Well, if you stopped hiding, maybe I could show you just how amazing my aim is.” I’m on the move again. Following the direction of her voice, I’m heading west, past stacks of timber which are hopefully going some way to disguise my whereabouts. One can only hope. When I finally get to where her voice is coming from, I swing my pistol round from side to side, waiting for it to lock on to a target. There is nothing. What the fuck is wrong with me? Maybe I need a hearing test. Christ. There’s then the distinctive click of a safety being removed, and I feel the butt of a gun come down upon the back of my head. She’s above me, up high on one of the metal shelves. Great. I walked right into that one. Standing there in absolute silence, I wonder whether she might decide to kill me after all. Perhaps I’m not quite as attractive as I thought.

  “Drop the gun,” she barks.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” My gun clatters to the floor as my hands slowly come up in the air. Some days you win, some days you lose.

  “Any last words?” she purrs. I keep waiting for her to come around into my line of sight, but she stays safely in the shadows behind me, where I can’t see her. Smart kitty, this one.

  “Yes. Don’t miss.” While I say this, I debate doing something very stupid. So stupid, in fact, that someone should probably shoot me. I give myself two seconds to talk myself out of doing it, and when that doesn’t work, I just turn around and get on with it.

  Spinning around to face my nemesis, I grab hold of her gun and press it into my chest. I’m not going down with a messy head shot. No, not me. When they bury me, I’m going to look angelic. It’ll be the only angelic moment I’ll have in my life, but it’s better than nothing.

  Melinda’s mirror shades stare back at me, and I can’t help but check myself out in them. She then shakes her head. “God, your vain,” she says. “When they gave me a dossier on you, I thought most of it was bullshit, but now I’m not so sure.”

  I look her up and down, giving her a good, long stare. “Well, at least I put some effort into my appearance,” I say, while twisting my neck and straightening the collar of my suit. “You, on the other hand, look like someone’s dragged you through a hedge backwards.” This is not entirely true, but we’ll see if she bites.

  In response, she looks at me and smiles coyly. She knows exactly what she looks like, which is pretty damn fucking fantastic. Arse.

  I look pointedly at my watch. “Are you going to kill me or not? If you’re not, I’m on a schedule here. I have people to save, bad guys to deal with, and a whole hotel’s worth of women to fuck. Either shoot, get in line, or get the fuck out of my way.” I’m not sure where my suicidal tendencies have come from lately, but I think they have something to do with my best friend stealing my girl. Did I mention that already? My bad?

  “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone this impatient to die before.” Melinda looks at me thoughtfully, pushing her tits out so my eyes zero in on them. God, they are magnificent. In the next second, she has one of my hands handcuffed and the other end of the remaining handcuff is around her own wrist. What now? Is my day not bad enough already?

  “If you’d wanted kinky sex, darling,” I drawl, “all you had to do was ask.” I get the feeling the next part isn’t going to be as much fun as I’d hoped, though.

  “Shut up and pay attention. I’ve been waiting for you. Today, we get to work together. How lucky are you?” I wish she’d take off those shades. Eyes are a really expressive part of the face. When they’re covered up, it makes it very hard to read someone. This means I basically have to rely on tone of voice, which is virtually useless when you’re dealing with an agent.

  “Is this the part where you tell me you’re into threesomes? If we’re at that part, I’ll consider myself fairly lucky. If you’re here to tell me anything else, however, I have a feeling that your view and mine will differ somewhat.”

  Melinda gives me a look, which is fairly hard to do when you’re wearing mirrored shades, but somehow, she accomplishes it. “Adrien, this is important. Pay attention.”

  Even her voice is sexy. She has hints of Spanish undertones in her accent that turn me the fuck on, although she could start squawking in Japanese and I’d still bang her.

  “Can I look at your tits while I’m listening?” No one said I had to play nice. She was the one who started this.

  “Feel free. Just be careful you don’t knock yourself out.” I nod in response. I’m currently looking at her tits, as agreed.

  “Right. You’re here for Thomas Montgomery, is that correct?” It is correct, but I see no reason to admit to it.

  “Get to the point,” I say, waving my free hand in a moving circle that will hopefully hurry her up.

  Melinda sighs. “Don’t be difficult, Adrien.” My eyes venture up to her lips, which is a difficult move because her tits really are spectacular, but somehow, I manage it. She is now frowning. Was it something I said?

  Grabbing her neck with my free hand, I run my finger over her pulse. As attractive as she is, I’d still kill her in a heartbeat given half a chance. She’s proven to be quite annoying these past few weeks.

  “Don’t even think about it. I’d plant a bullet in your brain long before you managed to strangle the life out of me.”

  “It’s tempting, though,” I whisper seductively. Walking closer to her, I don’t stop until my crotch is pressed up against her leather trousers and my lips are mere centimeters away from hers. Interestingly, she doesn’t back away. I like a woman who can stand her ground.

  The gun moves from my head down to my dick. I think it turns me on even more than I already am.

  “Are you going to play nice or am I going to have to resort to plan B?”

  “If plan B is dismembering my cock, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. What happens if you want bounce up and down on it later?” I’m ignoring her question. We both know I’m going to do exactly what she says, more’s the pity. It’s not as if I have much of a choice.

  “Why on earth would I want to do that? If you fuck like you shoot, I’d be getting a raw deal.” I get a feisty little smile as Leader takes the piss out of my manhood. She won’t be laughing later when I’m splitting her in two with it.

  “Just out of curiosity, what is the plan?” I have to know. I have a curious mind.

  “It’s the one where I handcuff you to one of those steel shelves, knee you in the balls, pull your pants down and plaster the pics all over Facebook. I might kill you after the event, I might not. I haven’t decided.” She bites her fingernail provocatively as she then pretends to think about it.

  I sigh. “What do you want, Leader?”

  Shaking her flaming red hair out all around her in a glorious halo, she breathes in her victory and smiles. “Why I thought you’d never ask, darling. What say we get this show on the road?”

  As it turns out, Melinda wants a whole damn lot. While I want both spies, Leader just wants the girl, Ruth Gagnon. I should probably start at the beginning.

  So, Sharkey wants Montgomery because he’s been a very naughty boy – no surprise there. He’s a Russian spy who’s been posing as an Englishman for the past twenty odd years, and when h
e began meddling in politics over here, MI5 began to get cross, so they lobbed the job over to us. They don’t want to be associated with his death, but they’re quite happy to outsource. All they needed was someone without a conscience, and voila! Here I am. My job is to nab them both and dispose of them, making it look like an accident. Everything I do these days looks like a fucking accident, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Except now I’m down one spy, and I’m not entirely sure I’m about to get the other, either. Still, it’s not as if I have much choice. If I live to see another day, I’ll be happy with that. I can’t fuck Lois and kill James if I’m dead.

  “Can’t we come up with something where I get to take them both?” I ask hopefully. It’s worth a shot. I’m going to be in all sorts of trouble if I only come back with one of them. They’re a package deal. If we torture one, there’s a good chance the other will squawk. At least, that’s what we’re counting on. If I only get Montgomery, I’ll have to work a lot harder. I hate doing things the hard way.

  “No,” says Leader, unhelpfully. “If you have any objections, I can always kill you now.”