Savage Lovers

SAVAGE LOVERS THE CARAKSAY BROTHERHOOD : BOOK 4 ASHE BARKER ASHE BARKER BOOKS COPYRIGHT Copyright © 2023 by Ashe Barker All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Editing by www.studioenp.com Cover Art by http://www.fiverr.com/designrans Warning : This book contains sexually explicit content which is suitable only for mature readers. If such content upsets you, please do not purchase this book CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Untitled Chapter 3 Untitled Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Untitled Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Untitled Chapter 8 Untitled Chapter 9 Untitled Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Untitled Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Untitled Chapter 19 Untitled Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Untitled Chapter 22 Untitled Chapter 23 Untitled Chapter 24 Savage King (Book 1 in the Caraksay Brotherhood series) Also by Ashe Barker From the Author From the Author She needed a saviour. What she got was a savage protector. Jenna is in trouble. She’s borrowed money and borrowed money, all from the wrong kinds of people. Even worse, her brother’s best friend has come sniffing around, wanting to know why she can’t pay her debts. The only thing more embarrassing than admitting she’s broke is the shameful way her body reacts to Tony’s humiliating discipline. Now, one of her debtors has come to collect. And the price for not paying up is far steeper than Jenna ever expected. She came searching for her sister. What she found was a savage family. All of Ruth’s sources say her sister is in Glasgow, in bed — literally — with the infamous Savage family. Desperate to reconnect with Beth, Ruth breaks into their headquarters. And finds herself in a holding cell, her bottom sore from the business end of Jack Morgan’s belt, and the rest of her aching for his punishing touch. The longer she stays in that cell, the more unlikely it seems that she’ll ever see her sister, or any of her family, ever again. Because men like Jack don’t have patience for intruders. PROLOGUE London, UK November 1994 She covered her ears, but nothing would deaden the thin, high-pitched wailing. The baby was hungry. Cold, too, probably. The last of the formula had been used this morning, so even if she had a couple of pounds to put in the meter in order to boil a kettle, she couldn’t make any milk. Her own meagre supply had long since dried up. She picked up the fretful child, held her to her chest. “It’s okay, baby. Mummy will find a way.” But would she? Could she? At seventeen, with no job, and soon to have no home either since she had about as much chance of finding another month’s rent as flying to the moon, what possible way could she find? She’d managed to get this far, surely a few months more… But how? And what then? As far as she could work out, the only sources of income open to her were prostitution and begging, and neither of those could really be done with a six-month-old crying baby in tow. There was no one she could ask to mind her infant daughter. No one she could trust anyway. She stiffened her shoulders. She would not give in now. They had come this far, her and Naomi. She could manage. She had to. The next morning she was awake at dawn, holding her whining daughter, waiting for the shops to open. She had no money, but surely they wouldn’t deny a hungry baby a carton of ready-mixed formula. That didn’t even need heating up. She could offer to work for an hour or so to pay for it. Mrs Patel who ran the mini-market on the corner had four children of her own, she’d understand. Mrs Patel understood nothing of the sort. “You pay,” was all she had to say on the matter. When the bedraggled, desperate girl pleaded for help, she offered to phone the police if she didn’t get out of the shop. Trudging back onto the pavement, she was seized with one final mad impulse, one last act of defiant desperation. One moment the empty cola bottle was in her hand, the next she’d hurled it through the shop window. Momentarily transfixed with shock at what she’d done, her feet broke into a run of their own accord, but the police car parked on the corner was faster than one young woman carrying a baby. She sobbed as she was bundled into the back seat of the car, begged the officers to let her go home. “My baby is hungry. I need to feed her, change her…” “Well, love, we can do all of that at the station.” The policeman wasn’t unkind, but neither was he changing his mind. She was arrested for criminal damage. “Don’t lock me in a cell. Please, my baby needs me…” She wept, clung to Naomi and huddled in a hard plastic chair in the custody area. The sergeant brought her a cup of tea and sat next to her. “How old are you, love?” “Seventeen,” she sobbed. “Is there no one at home to help? Your mam an’ dad, maybe?” She shook her head. “They told me to go. It’s just us, me and Naomi.” “And how old is Naomi?” he asked. “Six months.” “She’s certainly not very happy,” he observed. Naomi had never let up her pitiful wailing. “Sh-she’s hungry. I asked at the shop for milk, but they wouldn’t let me have any. I’ve no money to pay for it, and they wouldn’t let me work.” “You’ve no job then?” She shook her head. “A place to live?” “Until the end of the week. Then the rent’s due, and I don’t have it.” The sergeant shook his head. “Eh, lass.