His to Ruin

Copyright HIS TO RUIN THORNS AMONG ROSES BOOK 1 Copyright © 2023 D.M Roberts All rights reserved. Published 2023. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by means of photocopying, electronic, or recording without permission and written consent of the author. All the characters and places in this publication are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or locations in this book is purely coincidental. Cover design by The Pretty Little Book Design.Edited by Melanie Yu at Made Me Blush Books.Formatting by Atticus. Contents Dedication Content warning Fullpage Image Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-one Chapter Twenty-two Chapter Twenty-three Chapter Twenty-four Chapter Twenty-five Chapter Twenty-six Chapter Twenty-seven Chapter Twenty-eight Chapter Twenty-nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-one Chapter Thirty-two Chapter Thirty-three Chapter Thirty-four Chapter Thirty-five Chapter Thirty-six Chapter Thirty-seven Chapter Thirty-eight Chapter Thirty-nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-one Chapter Forty-two Chapter Forty-three Chapter Forty-four Chapter Forty-five Chapter Forty-six Chapter Forty-seven Chapter Forty-eight Chapter Forty-nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty-one Chapter Fifty-two Chapter Fifty-three Chapter Fifty-four Chapter Fifty-five Chapter Fifty-six Chapter Fifty-seven Chapter Fifty-eight Chapter Fifty-nine Chapter Sixty Chapter Sixty-one Chapter Sixty-two Chapter Sixty-three Afterword About the author Dedication To my readers This book is my proof to you that if you manifest hard enough anything can happen. All you need to do is ask the universe, trust, and receive. It’s that simple. Always follow your dreams. Don’t ever let anyone put you down or shame you for the spicy books you enjoy. No matter how taboo, how forbidden, or how dark they may be. Life is too short to give two fucks what people think. Stay true to who you are. To Meghan I started TikTok in hope that I would get some decent book recommendations and to share my love of books. Never in a million years did I ever think it would meet my best friend. I can’t put into words just how much it means to have you in my life. To talk to you every day, sharing our love of books and supporting each other through our journey as authors. You helped to grow so much this past year and gave me the encouragement I needed to believe not only in myself, but also in my writing. I am so grateful to call you my best friend. You are an incredible writer and I want you to know that I will always be your biggest fan xxx Also, a special thanks to Sonya for always supporting me chapter by chapter, and to all my beta readers Ashley, Sally, Montana, Jessica, Amy, Teresa, and Jessica for loving the story and keeping me on track. It really means the world. Content warning This book may contains some sensitive topics that you may not feel comfortable reading. This includes the following: Mafia, scenes of murder, torture, violence, drug and alcohol use, bullying, non-consent, dubious consent, arranged marriage, criminal activities, domestic violence, and voyeurism Chapter One Caleb I fucking hate being made to wait. Once again, I check the time on my phone and sigh deeply. It’s been almost an hour and I have places to be. I look over Saint who looks as anxious to find out what the fuck is going on as I do. Leaning back into the hard leather chair I take in the mould growing on the walls. It almost reminds me of the waiting room Saint and I would be sent to as boys before we were called into the principal’s office awaiting our reprimand for fighting with the other boys. Unlike the safe space of the room next to the principal’s office, this is a ten room underground soundproof bunker that was built in the caves under Saints house. Innumerable secret meetings have been held here, and many have been taken to die slow, painful deaths in its depths, and buried into the concrete walls. It’s eerie as all hell down here and the sooner we get this over with, whatever that may be, the better. Loud yelling from inside the room continues to echo and I recognise one of the voices as Eric. Fuck. I haven’t heard him this riled up in a very long time. Two of Eric’s men that I’ve never seen before stand guard at each door with their guns showing in their holsters. I begin to pace as my patience wavers. He doesn’t need to make his own son wait almost an hour. Sometimes I think he does it to intimidate us, to make us sweat. “Please don’t kill me. Please. I’ve told you everything I know, I swear. Just let us go,” Steve screams painfully from inside the room. “How much fucking longer are we going to have to wait? I’ve got shit to do,” Saint says impatiently. We had planned for a day at the beach to chill out after the stressful few days we had chasing down Steve, but everyone here knows that when the boss of a highly organised crime family calls you in for a meeting, you be there no questions asked, otherwise you can forget about using your arms or legs for a while, maybe even worse. I’m all too aware of what happens to people who refuse or disobey an order. Hell, even his own son is not immune to his level of cruelty. I’ve seen it first-hand many times. Eric Garo is a ruthless bastard. Underboss and only living son of Francis Garo, head of the Garo mob in the East Coast. Each job I do for him strips away a piece of my soul, what’s left of it anyway. I can’t count the number of bones I’ve broken, and bullets I’ve sprayed into bodies all on the order of one man. But that’s not even