The Vow

THE VOW CLUB INDULGENCE DUET BOOK TWO MAGGIE COLE PULSE PRESS INC This book is fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. All names, characters, plots, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Maggie Cole 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. CONTENTS WARNING Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Epilogue Club Indulgence-Steamy Bonus Chapter Illicit King Illicit King Prologue Ready to Binge the Original Mafia Wars Series? Get to know the Ivanovs and O'Malleys! CLUB INDULGENCE COLLECTORS BOX-LIMITED TIME! CAN I ASK YOU A HUGE FAVOR? More by Maggie Cole About the Author WARNING Warning: This series is a dark romance that has graphic sexual scenes both in and out of Club Indulgence which may be disturbing to some readers. Mature audiences only. 1 Blakely Fox Madden Sunlight streams through the small slits of the shades. It's barely morning. I've tossed and turned all night, with stale air in my lungs, hardly able to breathe. Now, all I can think about is Riggs fighting the waves on his surfboard and the calm chaos twinkling around him. What am I going to do without him? Is this really it for us? It has to be. What he did was unforgivable. I turn the burner phone on, cringing as I scroll through the messages for what feels like the hundredth time. No matter how often I listen to my voice, see risqué photos of my body, or read the taunting messages, it doesn't change my reaction. Every second is another slap in the face. The picture of me in my wedding dress blowing Riggs a kiss, beaming with happiness, almost kills me. Riggs claimed it was his favorite, and everything about that moment makes me start to cry again. I thought my entire life was complete when he snapped that photo. Was it only to make my father angry? No, Riggs loves me. Does he? Everything I thought I knew about Riggs and our relationship shatters into smaller pieces. The longer I stare at the moment I thought I had it all, the more betrayal seeps into my bones. I tear my eyes off the photo and reread the messages. My father's angry threats and Riggs's taunting ones become blurrier. When I can't see the screen through my tears, I toss the phone on the bed and force myself to get up and shower, standing under the water in a haze until it turns cold. I dry off, get dressed, and fight the urge to get back into bed, hoping Noah's not awake. He wouldn't stop pushing me to tell him what Riggs did, but I couldn't. How would I even begin to explain what my husband—the man I committed forever to—did? Cringing again at my new reality, I go out into the main room. Noah's drinking coffee, working on his laptop, and a pain shoots through me. I always loved walking into the room and seeing Riggs working. Looking at Noah is another reminder I'm far from our Malibu beach house, and everything I thought about my marriage is now in question. Noah looks up, questioning softly, "Hey, are you okay?" I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin. "Yeah. What time is it?" "Barely five." "Why aren't you still sleeping?" I ask, trying to keep him off the topic of my issues with Riggs. Plus, I didn't expect him to already be working. I'm used to Riggs being up early, but I know he doesn't sleep well. The image of Riggs calling out in his sleep over his nightmares pains me, and I wince inside. Noah shrugs. "I don't sleep too many hours." What is it with these men who barely sleep? I need tons of it. And lately, I need even more. Except last night when I couldn't rest, I've never slept so many hours. I'm always exhausted, but I assume it's from all the work at the studio and Riggs's relentless sex drive and dedication to wearing me out. Noah demands, "Blakely, I need you to tell me what happened between you and Riggs." I'm unsure why I don't want to divulge anything to him, but my gut's telling me not to answer him. So I respond, "It's not a big deal. I'll figure it out." A stern look appears on his face. His voice matches his expression, and he claims, "I'm here to help you, Blakely. But in order to do that, I need to know what I'm protecting you from. So tell me what's going on." My emotions creep up, and I fight my hardest not to cry again. I claim, "There's nothing to protect me from." "Yes, there is," he insists. "No, I'm fine," I assert, shaking my head. He scowls. "What did that bastard do to you?" "Don't talk about my husband like that," I scold, then my cheeks heat. I look away. My heart races faster. Why am I sticking up for Riggs? Tense silence fills the air. I can feel Noah peering at me. I find my confidence and lock eyes with him, forcing myself to ask, "Do I have any money coming in yet?" Noah's eyes turn to slits. "You don't have access to a bank account?" My cheeks turn hotter. I lift my chin and lie, "We talked about going to