Wicked Intentions

WICKED INTENTIONS ASHBY CRIME FAMILY ROMANCE BOOK 1 KB WINTERS Copyright © 2023 by KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing Inc 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 Authors Note 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 Epilogue Chapter One Thank You So Much! Also by KB Winters About The Author ABOUT WICKED INTENTIONS I never thought I'd fall for a cold blooded killer. On the surface, Virgil Ashby is sweet and charming, but I know better. He's a heartless criminal. So why did he save my life? He's as dangerous as the men who captured me. I should be afraid of him, but I can't help myself. There's something about Virgil that sets my soul on fire. I should run as far and as fast as I can, but the coiled darkness inside him draws me in like a moth to a flame. I just hope I don't get burned. Love a little spice with your crime? You got it! Wicked Intentions is the first book in the captive and thrilling Ashby Crime Family Series! Scroll up and one click your copy today! Previously published as Velvet Fire. AUTHORS NOTE Get ready to dive into a world of darkness, passion, and danger, inspired by the legendary Tommy Shelby himself. This heart-racing series will take you on a wild ride through the seedy underbelly of society, where nothing is off-limits and everything is at stake. Buckle up, because this is not a story for the faint of heart. It's raw, gritty, and as intense as they come. From pulse-pounding action to steamy scenes that will leave you breathless, this is a journey you won't forget. But beware - this isn't a lighthearted read. The pages are filled with graphic and vivid depictions of the criminal underworld. So, if you're ready to take the plunge, join me on this thrilling adventure. Just be prepared for the ride of your life. Warning: This book touches on addiction and abuse. It contains strong language and graphic violence. CHAPTER ONE Virgil Sitting inside my all-black Porsche, I stared up at the Black Stallion Casino in all its cheesy, neon glory and then down at the picture of my target in my hand, thinking it was a shame what was about to happen next. If Luck really was a lady, then she was one cold-hearted bitch and I was happy she was on my side. The same could not be said for the raven stunner with the white velvet beauty pageant-style sash draped across her chest stamped with Birthday Girl in bold black letters. She was surrounded by friends, dolled up for a night on the town, and they were cheering her on. She came to the right place to celebrate. It’d be a shame if she had to die. Savannah Rhymer. She was pretty enough with dark hair and big blue eyes that were far too innocent, considering she was the heiress of The Crusaders. And not just any old heiress, but the old man’s right-hand woman. That made her the kind of person who knew too much for her own good. Like where the bodies were buried. And who put them there. The Crusaders were a newer organization compared to my family, but they were making a name for themselves with their brutality and their reputation for doing anything to keep cash flowing. There was nothing they didn’t do, including human trafficking, drugs and guns, underground gambling, extortion, blackmail, and the occasional murder for hire. And now they were trying to take over Ashby's interests. And I was here to stop them. It was no coincidence that Savannah was here, too, celebrating her birthday at Bullets & Beer, the nightclub owned by my family, inside the casino also owned by my family. The Ashbys didn’t just own Black Stallion Casino and nearly all the businesses contained within the massive structure at the heart of Glitz, Nevada. We owned the whole goddamn town. Our money was old but our blood was anything but. Not one of us, not me or my brothers, Jasper and Calvin, or even our sister Kat, gave one flying fuck. Just like the Rockefeller and Vanderbilt families, the Ashby clan earned our money by duping people. Not with railroads or oil, but gaming. Some might call it bookmaking or whatever other name the government uses to separate people like us from the blue blood families who do the same fucking thing. We owned casinos, underground gaming rooms, underground casinos, sports betting facilities, bars, restaurants, and anything else we needed to maintain our power in Glitz. Our influence. And tonight, that meant teaching The Crusaders a lesson. Nobody fucks with the Ashby family, at least no one who was alive to tell the fucking tale, as they say. Not only did these assholes think they could try to do business on Ashby territory and get away with it, but booking the princess’s party at our fucking establishment? Hell, no. In the past, I’d barge ahead without an order from Ma to do what needed to be done, but I wouldn’t make that mistake again. Sadie Rose Ashby was a formidable woman, more dangerous than all three of her boys combined despite her petite, almost society woman outer shell. Going against her wishes would put me in the shit house for sure. Again. No thanks. I stared at the photo sent to me by Colby, the head bartender at Bullets & Beer, not thirty