Tortured By The Knight

TORTURED BY THE KNIGHT THE MURDOCH MAFIA SERIES BOOK 3 SAMANTHA BARRETT Copyright © 2022 by Samantha Barrett 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. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Cover by Leah Maree at Designs by LM. CONTENTS Authors Note 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty 21. Chapter Twenty-One 22. Chapter Twenty-Two 23. Chapter Twenty-Three 24. Chapter Twenty-Four 25. Chapter Twenty-Five 26. Chapter Twenty-Six 27. Chapter Twenty-Seven 28. Chapter Twenty-Eight 29. Chapter Twenty-Nine 30. Chapter Thirty 31. Chapter Thirty-One 32. Chapter Thirty-Two 33. Chapter Thirty-Three Epilogue Thank you! Tempted By The Queen Also by Samantha Barrett Acknowledgment About the Author For my Angel baby, We may never have got to hold you but we sure as hell loved you. Your wings may have been ready but our hearts sure as hell weren’t. AUTHORS NOTE This book may make some uncomfortable with the content. I have always sworn if I ever wrote a Mafia book, I would go dark, in order to stay true to my characters and that is what I have done. Some scenes and descriptions may make you uneasy, make you feel squeamish but rest assured there is an HEA. For those who have read my PNR and thought they were dark, well this is worse, so much worse but in the best way possible. Welcome to the Murdoch Mafia and all their fucked up shit. Knight The taste of nicotine relaxes me. I inhale the smoke, hold it inside me and savor it before blowing it out in a puffy white cloud. I lean against my Dodge and wait for her to come out of the gym. She comes here every day with Allison. Ally was sweet and tender, viewed the world through rose gold glasses until they took her. Koby has been with us for months, her and that pathetic wimp of a brother stay in the guest house. I know Bishop and King must have a plan but they never include me and Rook—they think we can’t stomach this life. I chuckle to myself, if only they knew what I was really capable of. The shit I can do makes King’s work look like child’s play. I’m the quiet brother. I don’t need to speak to fill the silence, I relish in it. Rook is the one who laps up the spotlight. I only joined the team at school because he asked me to. Rook wants out of this life—I don’t. I want to maim and hurt, I want the blood of my enemies to coat me and watch the life drain from their eyes. I want to hear them beg and scream for their pathetic excuse of a life. I want to break them. “Stalking again?” I smirk as I slowly turn around and face the Russian bitch. She thinks she’s cute sneaking out the back door and trying to catch me off guard. She never will. I heard the gravel crunch under her feet as soon as she rounded the corner. I take in the sight of her. She doesn’t wear a sports bra like Ally and Kiara. She wears a loose shirt that hides her shape, her tiny shorts peak out from her under it. Her blonde hair is piled on top of her head and her blue eyes burn with hate. Good, I fucking hate you to! “Planning to kill my family?” She narrows her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “I’m not here to hurt your family.” I drop my smoke and don’t bother to stomp on it as I close the space between us and crowd her until her back is against my car. She doesn’t fight me off like I know she could. I push my chest into her, my close proximity doesn’t cause her to blush or shudder like most girls, no, Anya Volkov is trained well. I run my nose along the column of her neck causing her to stiffen. Her scent invades my senses and I groan. I may fucking hate her but this Russian bitch gets my cock hard. “You have three seconds to back up or I’ll break your fucking jaw.” See, I would believe her if I didn’t hear the slight hitch in her breathing. I do affect this ice queen after all. I pull back and smirk at the disgusted look that mars her face, then open my mouth to taunt her some more but am cut off. “You coming, Koby?” I spin around to see Gage standing a few feet away next to his piece of shit car and scowl. The fucker just nods his head at me as Koby brushes past me and stalks toward Gage. I stand here silently fuming that she is fucking going with him! She normally gets a lift home from one of our guys. Where the fuck are they going? Gage starts his car and peels out of the carpark without a backward glance at me. I grind my teeth in frustration and quickly jump in my Dodge