Roman Read online Samantha Whiskey (Raleigh Raptors #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Raleigh Raptors Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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Headlights flashed through the living room window as a car rounded the curve of my winding driveway.

“What the fuck?” Both Walt and I got on our feet. There were only a handful of people who knew the code to the gate, and I sincerely doubted Mom and Dad were popping by for a midnight snack.

I had the front door open by the time the white Mercedes parked in the loop of my driveway. The humid southern night air and recognition hit me simultaneously. Teagan was here?

My stomach tightened with a sense of foreboding as I headed down the sidewalk, Walt at attention by my side. The second Teagan stepped out of the car, he relaxed, thumping my thigh with his wagging tail. He caught on the same second I did, and the wagging stopped. She stumbled around the hood of the car, tears streaking down her heart-shaped face.

Holy shit.

“Teag—” I started. She was in my arms before I finished calling her name.

“I’m sorry, Roman,” she blurted into my chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” Her words came so quickly that I barely caught them, but her panic was palpable.

“Jesus, Teagan, you’re shaking.” I held her tight. “What’s going on?”

She shook her head, gripping my shirt in her fists like she needed an anchor. I needed answers before I lost my shit. I’d only seen her this upset once before, and I’d ended up in a fucking bar fight with her douchebag ex sophomore year.

“Teagan. Honey,” I pulled back gently, bracing my hands on her upper arms so I could get a good look at her.

She winced and scrambled backward, yanking down the short sleeves of her t-shirt to cover fresh, reddish-purple bruises in the shape of fingerprints…from a Rick-sized hand.

“What the fuck happened?” My voice dropped low.

“I didn’t know where to go.” She batted away a tear as she rushed an explanation, but only specific words cut through the haze of anger in my head. “…birth control…but he found the pills…he’s never been this bad before...”

Every muscle in my body locked.

“But then he put me into the wall—” she crumpled.

“It’s okay.” I wrapped my arms around her partially to keep her from shaking, and partially to hide the rage I knew had to be apparent in my eyes. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she cried.

“Here. You come here. Always.” I tucked her underneath my chin as my thoughts swirled a mile a minute.

First and foremost, I was going to fucking murder Rick Baker.

Another set of headlights flashed around the curve, and I instinctively held Teagan tighter. That had to be Rick. Had to give it to the guy—he had the balls to drive himself to his own execution.

Teagan gasped. “He must have followed me through the gate. Oh God, Roman…you have to get inside.” She untangled herself from my arms and tried to put herself to rights.

“Me get inside?” I gawked at my best friend.

“I can handle him,” she promised, swiping her cheeks dry.

“Fuck that. You shouldn’t have to.” I swept her into my arms and strode to my front door.

“Roman!”

“I’m not arguing with you.” I set her on her feet inside my entry hall, then faced Walt. “Guard Teagan.”

He immediately sat at her side, his ears perked. The thing about Walt? He was harmless…until he wasn’t.

“Roman,” she whispered, fear lacing her tone.

“I’ll be fine. He’s the one who should worry,” I promised her as I shut the door behind me. My arms swung loosely at my side as I made my way back to Teagan’s car, which she’d left running. Rick now sat behind the wheel, and he killed her engine.

Control. You have to stay in complete control.

My anger iced over, becoming something even more dangerous.

He snarled and slammed her driver’s side door with enough force that my jaw locked, not in fear, but in disgust. Is this the face he used on Teagan when no one was looking?

“Who the hell do you think—oh, hey, Padilla.” Rick’s features smoothed into a practiced smile I knew all too well. I saw it every day at practice, on the field, and in the post-game interviews.

Fuck him. I didn’t slow my approach as he came toward me, hands up in supplication.

“Look, I know she’s your friend, but Teagan is my woman, and we had a little spat tonight. Nothing to get your panties in a twist over, I promise. I just want to talk to her.” He flashed that smile again.

I stepped into the stream of his headlights and punched him in the jaw with a satisfying crack, the force spinning him toward Teagan’s car.

“What the hell?” He shouted, grabbing his jaw and rotating it.

“I hope it’s fucking broken, you piece of shit,” I said slowly. Rick had an inch and fifteen pounds on my six-foot frame, but I had enough righteous anger to make up the difference and then some.


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