Bad Boy's Revenge: A Small-Town Romantic Suspense by Sosie Frost Read Free Book Online Page A

job prospects were thin enough.
    His driver opened the back door for me.
    Nolan Rhys greeted me with a devil’s grin. I offered him a martyr’s silence. Blood could boil and bones break, but nothing would tempt me to jeopardize my vengeance. Nolan was the true criminal—a man who bought my muscle and shuffled his dirty work onto others. Money bought power and a form of innocence. I lost mine long ago. The least I could do was get a couple grand for my trouble.
    My past was ruined and lost, but I had a future to plan.
    A future with Josie.
    If she’d have me.
    Nolan gestured to his driver. “Go. Maddox and I need to talk.”
    The driver obeyed, adjusting his suit and tie before parading his charge throughout Saint Christie. The mayor had bulked up since I saw him last. Nothing like me, but he filled his suits with more than just money now. Apparently, he had someone new to impress.
    “Has your debt to society been paid?” Nolan smirked.
    His politician charm transformed into sheer condescension. I still remembered him from high school. His scrawny ass would have landed in the dumpsters had his father not pay-rolled half the town.
    Nolan tried again. “Do you think you’ve been rehabilitated, Maddox, or did the system fail your family again?”
    I didn’t answer. The SUV lurched onto the road and took a right off the main drag, surveying the more affluent parts of town. These were streets where I didn’t belong. Chief Craig had a habit of sending out his officers when I crossed the intersection.
    Hell, if the chief knew I was in town, cruising by his house, he’d toss my ass in jail cell for any bullshit excuse he could falsify.
    I waited for the moment I’d meet with him again. I’m sure the chief and I had a lot to discuss.
    And a lot of blood to draw.
    At least when I banded with men in the city, people knew we were no good. Here, I couldn’t shed any reputation. I didn’t belong in their town—not because of my crimes, but because of the family that shat me into the world and the addictions that eventually killed them.
    Nolan stared ahead, his voice flat. “I thought I told you to stay away from her.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “One request, Maddox. That was all.”
    I gritted my teeth. The asshole had no authority to corral Josie. I wasn’t about to honor anything that kept me from her.
    “So you didn’t learn any obedience in prison?” Nolan asked.
    “You thought I would?”
    “I hoped you’d gain some respect for authority.”
    “You’re not my authority.”
    Nolan disagreed. “Look, I arranged for your parole. Made a couple calls, pulled a few strings. Not to sound conceited, but I expected a bit of gratitude from a convicted arsonist, especially for saving you from another ten years in a six by six cement block.”
    “Six by eight.”
    “A veritable mansion.”
    “You’ll be measuring for curtains soon enough.” I let my warning rumble. “They kept the cell next to mine empty for you.”
    “Unlike you, I make the laws, I don’t break them.”
    “No. I’m just the one who got paid the price.” I gritted my teeth. “But you knew I was innocent.”
    “I knew you were a gang member. Priors on your record from your teenage years. You associated with known criminals, drug dealers, and whores .”
    My teeth would crack if I clenched my jaw any harder. Pain didn’t make me any more patient or tolerant, but neither did defending my sister from the judgment of the world.
    “What the hell do you want, Nolan?”
    “I have work for you.”
    “Not interested.”
    “Oh?” He pocketed his phone. “And how did the interview with Freddie Baulder go?”
    “Think I can’t find my own work?”
    “In this town?” Nolan gestured beyond the SUV as we toured his kingdom. “What jobs do you think are available to you?”
    “I don’t know, Mayor Rhys. Have an unemployment problem here?”
    “Only with convicted felons.” He paused. “You honestly believe you’ll find a living here?”
    “I