The Saviors: Part one

The Saviors PART ONE FOREST GROVE SERIES AMES MILLS Contents Dedication Authors Note Warnings 1. Chelsea 2. Chelsea 3. Sean 4. Chelsea 5. Axel 6. Sean 7. Chelsea 8. Sean 9. Chelsea 10. Kai 11. Cole 12. Nolan 13. Sean 14. Chelsea 15. Cole 16. Axel 17. Sean 18. Nolan 19. Cole 20. Chelsea 21. Kai 22. Axel 23. Sean 24. Chelsea 25. Cole 26. Nolan 27. Axel 28. Chelsea 29. Sean 30. Chelsea 31. Kai 32. Axel 33. Cole 34. Nolan 35. Chelsea 36. Sean 37. Nolan 38. Kai 39. Axel 40. Cole 41. Chelsea 42. Axel 43. Cole 44. Nolan Afterword Acknowledgments The Saviors part two blurb Also by Ames Mills About Author Copyright © 2023 by Ames Mills The Saviors part one First publication: 2023 Cover art: RJ Creatives Formatting: Ames Mills Editing: Jenni Gauntt All rights reserved. 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Dedication The girls who’ve always wanted mercenaries to drop to their knees for them. Authors Note Welcome to Forest Grove, home of the Saviors! This is part one of a duet. Warnings Content and trigger warnings include: murder, kidnapping, mention of severe domestic violence, assault, torture of the FMC, torture, explicit sex scenes, DP, DVP, mf, mfm, mmf, mm, mmm If any of this is triggering, this probably isn’t the book for you. PS: Mom, at this point, I’m about to tell you just to read them. But I’m not responsible for the therapy bills. Chapter 1 Chelsea “Scotch on the rocks,” I tell my favorite bartender, Jason. He smiles knowingly and starts filling my order. I’m at my favorite little bar in town, High Flyer, like every Friday night. Only because this is where my best friend, Amber, makes me go. I used to complain about it, but I’ve come to enjoy this place. It’s lowkey, and everyone is a regular, so they know how to read the ‘fuck off’ vibes rolling off me in waves. I toss my long, blonde hair over my shoulder, looking for Amber. She likes to mingle to find her latest hookup. Even though that isn’t my style, I don’t begrudge her. I’d do the same if I were built like her, with long, curly, brown hair, a model-worthy body, and legs that seem to reach her chin. I catch sight of her, laughing with a tall, muscular guy in the corner, and know it won’t be long until she’s coming to tell me she’s taking off with him. His hands are lingering on her body, and I shake my head with a smile. I wish I could be free like her, but I’m not built like that anymore. Too many things from my past have stopped me from being a normal, single twenty-four-year-old. “Excuse me?” a voice says from behind me. Thinking they’re talking to someone else, I ignore it. “Excuse me?” the masculine voice says louder this time. Occasionally, a guy doesn’t pick up the vibe. I’m not a bitch, so I usually let them down gently. It’s not them. It’s one hundred percent me. Suppressing a sigh, I turn toward the voice, and I’m met with the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re like the ocean, framed by long, black lashes for which girls pay top dollar. Dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a proud nose with a thin hoop through one nostril. He has full but not plump lips and a thin hoop in the corner of his bottom lip. Wavy, dark brown hair tops off the package. Realizing I’m staring, I tilt my head to the side. “Yes?” I finally answer. I’ve never seen him before. He’s what Amber calls pretty, and that’s a high compliment coming from her. “Is this seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the bar stool beside me. His voice is deep and kind of raspy. I surprise myself by shaking my head no. I don’t entertain anyone here; this is my space. My time away from normal, whatever normal is for me anymore. He smiles, and it lights up his face, a dimple popping out on his right cheek. He sits down and props his arms on the bar top, making his tight V-neck shirt stretch on his arms, and I have to fight myself not to look. Oh fuck. This dude is dangerous. “What’s your name?” he asks, leaning in close so I can hear him over the music. His expensive cologne hits me, and I find myself leaning closer. Lie. “Dawn. Yours?” I don’t know what tells me to lie, but I don’t want to be on a first-name basis with him. Dawn is my middle name, so it’s close enough. I don’t get a bad vibe from him, but something is making me keep my guard up. “Sean,” he replies, still leaning close, but it’s not overwhelming. “I haven’t seen you here before, Sean.” “I’m new in town. Just moved here two weeks ago.” He finally turns toward me and rolls his teeth across his lip ring. “Are you from here?” My eyes are riveted to his lips which I realize is his plan when my eyes snap to his, and he has a sly smile on his face. “All my life.” Why am