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  Wayward

  Book 1

  Via Mari

  Copyright © 2019 by Via Mari

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for the adult readers ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you are in. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by underage readers.

  This book is rated: For substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.

  This book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Portions of this work have been previously published in interconnecting novels. The work, in whole, has not been previously published and is not in the public domain.

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  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  A Note From the Author

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  About the Author

  A Note From the Author

  Books by Via Mari

  Acknowledgments

  I will always be grateful to the following people for their dedication and the support they have provided along the way:

  Wayne, my husband, thank you for always believing in me, supporting my passions, and helping me make my crazy dream come true.

  My parents and family who have been a solid and steady reminder that goals can be achieved with determination, hard work, and commitment.

  Karla, my dear friend, thank you for your unconditional support through all the insanity! Who read the first book first and encouraged me to keep going. Who also recommended getting other beta readers, because, “You can only read a book for the first time once.”

  Debbie, thank you for your encouragement and willingness to tour Chicago and New York with me while researching for the story!

  Debbie, my editor, thank you for putting hours and hours into these books, carefully poring over them to ensure the reader has a wonderful experience.

  Suzannah, my graphic artist who made the images of my covers come to life.

  Tonia, Roslynn, Carryl and Deb, our mastermind group, thank you for the endless hours of comradery, thoughtful reflection, and dedication to each of our goals. I would not be here without you!

  A Note From the Author

  The Billionaire Bodyguards series was created in response to the overwhelming number of readers who asked if the bodyguards of the billionaires they protected had stories of their own.

  While a new novel, this is an interconnecting novel, so some scenes may seem familiar.

  You will get a chance to follow the bodyguards you have fallen in love with as they deal with danger, find romance, and their own happily ever afters.

  Thank you for loving these heroes as much as I do! I can’t wait to see what you think!

  Xoxo Via

  Jay

  An altercation in the seven-story glass Bel Air mansion’s sex club for Los Angeles’s most powerful and elite can’t be good for anyone. I send a message to my security team who are outside, alerting them to stand by, not knowing what we’ll encounter when we reach the playroom. Brian Carrington is my boss’s best friend and one of the wealthiest billionaires in the world, someone that our security team has been asked to protect, and he looks grim as we make our way downstairs.

  As soon as we enter the lounge and I see the monitors on the screen, my blood starts pumping with rage. The angel I’ve been dreaming about ever since I took over Carrington’s security screams in anguish as the long whip cracks against her tender flesh. Brian’s moving fast, hearing the sound of a non-consensual exchange, and he knows exactly where the weapon and key is, but my job is to protect him at any cost and I’m not about to let him hit the headlines tomorrow or go to jail if I can prevent it. I grab both the weapon and key from him and burst through the door of the secured playroom.

  The man looks drugged out, but I don’t give a shit what his issue is. If he hits her again, he’s going to die on the spot. I give him a chance and tell him exactly that, even though taking this fucker out right here and now would give me great pleasure. He knows he’s done; I see it in his face as he turns to glare at me, and then hear it as he yells in protest as my security team overtakes him.

  The woman of my fantasies is chained and hanging from the ceiling with angry marks on her back. I know in this community play gets hard. I’m all for that when both parties want the same thing, and it’s consensual, but this was clearly not.

  Brian is giving instructions to call his physician and talking to her, trying to make things better while she continues to sob, but I just want her down, and after the videos I’ve seen of them together, I don’t want his hands anywhere near her.

  Brian is still talking, trying to assure her that she’s going to be okay, but I can’t wait anymore. I tell her what I am going to do, then release her and take her in my arms before carrying her to the bed on the other side of the room.

  When I lay her down, she cries out softly and I cringe at the pain she’s in. I feel her chest and back as she tries to inhale and tries to hold back a sob, gulping in large quantities of air. I know right then and there that the fucker who did this is going to pay severely for every bit of pain that she’s feeling right now. I gather her long silky blonde hair, removing it from her back, and pull the blanket up to conceal her legs and ass. The wounds on her back are too fresh to cover with anything right now, at least until they’ve been treated.

  I want to stay by her side, but I have a job to do. I tell her that I’ll be back soon, wishing that I didn’t have to leave her in the care of Brian Carrington, but knowing he has the best physician money can buy and that she will be well taken care of while I’m gone.

  I get outside, and my team has the dickwad safeguarded, ready to take him wherever I tell them to. The protocol is to secure him until the billionaire we work for decides what he wants to do with him, but this asshole isn’t getting that luxury.

  “You hit a woman, and we do the same to you,” I say, donning my piece and clocking him square in the mouth, feeling his teeth break under my fist before he screams. I grab hi
m behind the neck and bring him down onto my knee, breaking his nose along with every other fucking rule and protocol we have as a security team.

  “Deal with him,” I say as I leave my entire crew with mouths hanging wide open and entirely stunned to handle the mess I’ve made. I get back into the lounge, and the scene on the monitor above the bar sends me into a blind fucking rage.

  The camera is still fucking on, and the blonde is lying rigidly still. Brian is rubbing her back, stroking her before he slides his hands lower, caressing the bottom of her back right above her buttocks, and that’s all I fucking need to see to propel my ass forward. I get close to the door and hear voices, and that’s the only thing that causes me to pause and listen instead of bursting in like I intended.

  I’ve seen the tapes of the same blonde beauty repeatedly making advances to Brian, and time and time again he’s turned her away, and now he’s got his fucking hands all over her.

  I see Jenny standing at the bedside with him. Her being in the room, the trust she has that her boyfriend is just taking care of Sasha’s injuries and nothing else is the only fucking reason I don’t knock him on his fucking ass, but she’s still being displayed all over the fucking BDSM bar right now and I want that shit turned off right the fuck now.

  The cameras are turned off and I watch as the guy places a mask on her tear- and makeup-stained face, letting us know it’s to keep her from going into shock, gives her something for pain, dresses her wounds, and then tells her that the injuries are superficial and she’ll be feeling better in no time at all, but she’ll need some observation for a couple of the lacerations. I know exactly the ones he’s referencing because the bright angry red welts running the length of her back make me wish I had squeezed the life out of that fucker. Superficial my ass!

  When she hears him mention that she needs someone to watch her, she manages to free herself from her mask, crying, telling the physician that she can’t go home and that she doesn’t have any family in the country but doesn’t want to stay where she is.

  I place my hand on her neck, under her hair, running my fingers along the rapidly beating pulse and rub her nape in an attempt to calm her.

  Brian explains to the physician her status in the country and her connection with the Russian ballet and offers his home. He’s not kicking her out and will provide her a place to stay, and while I have to admit that’s admirable, even though his new girlfriend my not like it, I respect him for making the offer to ensure her safety and have Celia, his house manager, care for her.

  I may respect him for how he’s handled this, but she’s not staying in this house with him if I have anything to say about it. My mouth opens before I have clearly thought things out, letting Brian know that I will take both Sasha and his house manager to his condo in the city. I ask her if that’s okay, and she looks at me intently and nods slowly before putting her face back into the pillow, starting to drift from the pain meds.

  Brian asks Celia a question that I don’t fully catch, something about her taking care of Sasha because he needs time with Jenny, and thanks me for taking Sasha to his condo to care for her.

  As soon as Chase asked me to take over as head of the Carrington security in addition to Prestian Corp, I researched everything there was to know about Brian. A billionaire with more money than he could ever spend. An inheritance handed to him when he was too young to do anything with it, kept in trust until he turned of age, but he earned my respect spending five years working with Chase Prestian, my boss and the most acclaimed entrepreneur across the globe, learning the industry from the ground up.

  A player, through and through, and while I don’t hold that against him, the pictures of him and the blonde angel with deep blue eyes, the woman now lying on the bed in front of us, the one that keeps me awake at night, and that he used to date, make me see red.

  “Yes, go, I’ll get Sasha dressed and situated at your condo,” Celia says to Brian as the physician packs his bag. He turns to me and hands me a bottle of meds and gives me instructions.

  I listen to him and take note of what we need to do. “Will do, thanks, doc,” I say, taking the bottle from his hand as he removes her mask and rechecks her vitals. Once she’s cleared, Brian and Jenny say goodbye and head out for the night.

  “I’ll help her get dressed, Jay. The pain meds will hit her shortly,” Celia says.

  “Thanks, Celia, I appreciate that,” I say, stepping out of the room and closing the door to give them some privacy. She’s dressed and sitting up in bed when I return, and I scoop her sleek body into my arms carefully. “This okay with you, Angel?” I ask, looking down into her deep blue eyes.

  She nuzzles into my chest and her arms tighten around my neck in response, and something in my chest expands, at the same time my balls tighten, and that’s all the confirmation that I need. I pull her lithe little body against me and walk her out the private exit and toward the awaiting limo. The driver opens the back door, and the grimace on her face as I settle her into the back seat makes me want to go back and pummel the asshole who hit her with that bullwhip all over again.

  “Drive slow and don’t hit any bumps,” I say to Chase’s driver as Celia settles into the front seat. Sasha’s holding herself ramrod straight, trying not to lean back against the leather, and her jaw is tightly clenched.

  I hit the privacy glass and turn the audible off. “You’re in pain,” I say, and her head nods in confirmation, ever so slightly. I undo my seat belt and shrug off my jacket before releasing her buckle. “Lay across the seat, use my jacket as a pillow,” I say, repositioning her, hoping the material creates enough of a barrier that she’s not uncomfortable with the fact that her face is now in my lap.

  She nuzzles into my jacket, and her body visibly relaxes once she’s lying down. “What’s your name,” she says, so softly that I barely hear her.

  “It’s Jay,” I say, pushing her long blonde hair to the side so I can take a good look at her in person. She glances up at me sideways, and the deep blue of her eyes mesmerizes me.

  “You don’t even know my name, and you’re helping me,” she says, drowsily.

  “I knew your name from the moment I saw you. It’s Angel,” I say, and am rewarded with a bright wide smile, a perfect set of shiny white teeth framed by naturally pink heart-shaped lips.

  “You don’t know me, or you wouldn’t call me that,” she says, and I see a flash of emotion in her eyes as she begins to chew her bottom lip.

  “You let me be the judge of that. In the meantime, close those baby blues and get some sleep before we get to the condo.”

  Sasha

  The pain meds are making me groggy, but not so much that I’m not entirely aware of the man who saved me. The very tall, lean, and muscly man that burst through the door threatening the man hitting me with the whip, letting him know if he didn’t stop that he was going to take him out, and I have no doubt the gun in his hand would have done just that. Never once in all my life have I had a man stand up for me, defend me, or take care of me. All I know is that I feel safe nuzzled against his lap as I drift off to sleep.

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  I wake in a haze, cradled in Jay’s arms, hanging on to his neck as he walks us into an elevator.

  “Where are we?” I ask, glancing at the men around us in embarrassment.

  “Heading to Brian’s penthouse and these men are part of my security team. They’ll keep you safe and secure, and you know Celia, right? She’s Brian’s house manager, and she’ll make sure you have everything you need tonight,” Jay says.

  I nod, but the night’s events are too much to deal with, and my stomach churns with the reality of what transpired.

  “I think I’m going to throw up,” I say, swallowing hard past the lump in my throat just as the elevator opens to the penthouse.

  “Hold on Angel, let me get you there,” Jay says, carrying me quickly through the living room and into an a
djacent bathroom. He lowers me gently and pulls my hair from my face as I embrace the toilet bowl and start vomiting violently, round after round until there is nothing left.

  I am still strung out over the toilet bowl, with Jay rubbing the back of my neck trying to soothe me through it when finally, about a half hour later, the dry heaves subside.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up. Come on, up you go,” Jay says, lifting me from the floor into his arms and carrying me past the living room, through a bedroom down the hall, and into the bathroom that has a sleek black marble and chrome shower and matching whirlpool in the corner.

  “I just want to sleep,” I say, the effects of the medication and my nausea leaving me wiped and just wanting to lie down and rest.

  “You need a shower, and it will help your back.”

  I scowl up at him, really wanting nothing more than to rest, and Jay’s eyebrows raise in response. “Angel, you can do this alone, or I can do it for you,” he says, leveling me with his dark hazel eyes as he settles my feet onto the ground.

  He is six foot two of raw manpower and my sex clenches with desire at the way he just takes control. “You are such a bossy man,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

  Jay shrugs, and his lips turn upward in a smirk as he looks down at me. “I’ve been called worse. Now are you going to get into that shower?” he says, gesturing with a nod of his head towards the glass and steel enclosure.

  “I don’t want to be alone,” I say, looking into his eyes.

  “You won’t be, on my watch, Angel. I’ll step out of the room and let you undress, but I’ll be right outside in case you need me,” Jay says, turning the water on.

  “What if I want you to help me wash,” I say, looking into his eyes, sliding my dress up my waist with a medicated smile, but something shifts in his eyes and before it’s halfway over my belly button Jay has pinned my hands in place above my head.

  “Don’t try topping from the bottom with me, Angel, or you’ll find your ass on fire in short order.”