NEW DARK ROMANCE by Heather C. Leigh
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Junkie
Book Summary
I'm a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I'll do anything to
get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin's most
ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don't know his name, only
that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won't think twice to put a bullet in
my head.
But like I said, I'll do anything to get my next fix. Even
if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Excerpt:
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite
Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the fact that
her maybe-boyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt
responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed…
frail and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were
sent here as penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides,
Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t just toss her
out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them down here
with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to
get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I
barked.
One of my
men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me
the kit.”
With a sharp
nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes to hand me a
small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you
leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined the items up
on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my command but
one.
“Boss, come
on…”
“Milo, don’t
push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a dark stare that
said don’t fuck with me. He better
not press his thoughts in front of a stranger.
Milo’s lips
pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow my orders.
Nothing new from the big, strong-willed man. He was very opinionated at times.
Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then, Boss.”
“See you in
the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to the sweaty, gross,
trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an
alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up a tiny packet
of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon designed
to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long
compared to Miri’s razor-thin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding
back a pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check
on her, I found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from
those wide green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on
her scar-riddled arm.
“Shit,” I
muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“I-I use my
feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in
the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute to reply.
“All right.”
I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and placed her left
foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single bluish
vein stood out, surrounded by a half-dozen faded and fresh track marks. “There
it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand, I
uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the
powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the
mixture was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals
to cool, Miri became frantic.
“I-It’s
okay. I c-can take it hot. Really. I-I don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I
shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t
care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of
tipping it over again.
Fed the fuck
up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin between my
thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this
immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to
say it once. I’m never, ever
hospitable to intruders, so you should consider yourself lucky to still be
breathing right now and not being driven to a remote location where no one will
ever find your body.”
Those dull
eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m g-good. I’ll be
good. I’m s-sorry.”
I ripped
open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie. Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the
syringe using a filtered needle and made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m
not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the question was asked.
“Yes,
please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite the
fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my family implode from
drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in my house or
permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I believed
personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back to
watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a
vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system
until the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the
used items in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at
the sink.
Then I sat
down and waited.
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Meet Heather C. Leigh
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the
Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of
fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live
in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New
England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and
French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and
anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real
chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will
to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while
her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken
Follett, and Stephen King.
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