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    His Virgin Angel
    His Virgin Angel
    His Virgin Angel
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    His Virgin Angel

    By Sam Crescent

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    Jack Sosa knows the world of violence, sex, and danger. He grew up in that world, and as a man, he owns it. Then one day, while he is waiting for some cleaners to dispose of a body, a chubby girl sits with him, trying to make him feel better. He is a stranger and she only a young girl, but when she leaves, she takes a part of him with her.

    Jack can’t let this angel go, so he keeps her, determined to protect her. Now four years later, she’s no longer a girl, but a beautiful woman, and Jack’s feelings have changed, too, growing into something far beyond protectiveness. He cannot hide them for much longer.

    Piper has fallen in love with the man who saved her, but she never expects Jack to feel the same way. However, one kiss is all it takes. Even though Jack is twenty-four years her senior, she doesn’t care. He is the man she fell in love with, the man who makes her body burn hotter than any fire.

    However, Piper doesn’t know the truth about the man she loves, and when she’s taken by his enemy, her world is turned upside down. Can she find it in her heart to love a killer? Can Jack live with nearly killing his virgin angel?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateOct 24, 2016
    ISBN9781773390505
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      Piper was too much of a doormat and incredibly naive and her justification for not losing weight talking having to eat celery all the time sounded so childish. For a 21year old she was incredibly immature.
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    His Virgin Angel - Sam Crescent

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-050-5

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    HIS VIRGIN ANGEL

    Sam Crescent

    Copyright © 2016

    Prologue

    Jack Sosa sat outside of an apartment block where the woman he was supposed to marry had just been caught screwing his enemy. Running a hand down his face, he waited for the rage inside him to dissipate. He was alone, which in itself was a miracle. Usually he was surrounded by guards, but they were inside dealing with the mess that he’d created.

    No one made him look a fool, and that was what Beverly had tried to do. He would have married her, and she’d have been a perfect choice to keep in place. She liked his money, his connections, and the fear he created. She reminded him of another person who’d tried to make him look like a fool—Ronald, an enemy of his that always tried to fight for turf. Most of the time, Ronald lost, but on occasion they lost people on either side. Death was something that Jack was used to. He took life so often that he was numb to it, just like he was numb to the dead bodies upstairs. There was never going to be a nine to five life for him.

    That life, and any other life, was gone. Staring down at his hands, Jack wondered if anyone would ever realize the damage he could cause. He didn’t need any other kind of weapon. His hands were all he needed. It was a good job that Ronald had never come near him. The bastard would be dead.

    Getting dirty had never been a problem for Jack like it was for most.

    Beverly and her little lover boy had taken their last breaths.

    Out of the corner of his eye Jack saw movement, and he turned in time to see a chubby young girl walking down the street. She wore pants rather than a skirt, and Jack had seen plenty of girls wearing short skirts. What also surprised him was this girl was walking and reading at the same time. There was no one around as she walked. Jack couldn’t help but watch as she seemed completely oblivious to the dangers that surrounded her. Anyone could pounce, kidnap her, and take her away from this life. Didn’t she have any self-awareness?

    She passed, and suddenly the girl stopped and turned toward him. The first thing that struck Jack was the depth of her brown eyes, and the concern shining inside them.

    Are you okay? she asked, moving toward him.

    What the hell are you doing? he asked. The girl frowned. She couldn’t be a day older than fourteen. She didn’t even have makeup on. Looking around the streets he saw no one was paying them any attention. Do you just go around talking to random strangers?

    No. You looked kind of sad, and I don’t like the thought of seeing you sad. She put her book away, shoving it into her backpack, and zipping it up. She further annoyed the hell out of him by taking a seat beside him. Where was this girl’s fear? He could have attacked her by now. Pushed her around the darkened alley, and raped her, yet she sat down as if there was not a single care in the world.

    You don’t even know me.

    She smiled. So? I think if everyone took the time to have five minutes away from their life, everyone would be a whole lot happier. I’m Piper.

    He stared at her hand, amazed. This girl was offering him her hand when moments ago he’d killed people with his own.

    Unable to hold back, he placed his hand within hers. Jack.

    Hey, Jack.

    Her smile was beautiful, and so pure. He’d not seen innocence like that in so long, and especially in a teenager. Weren’t they all running around, screwing and taking drugs?

    Why do you feel sad? she asked.

    Jack couldn’t find it in his heart to push her away. My girlfriend cheated on me with another man.

    That sucks.

    Why don’t you have any friends?

    Because I’m fat and weird. She shrugged. I get told it all the time. My mom thinks I’m a loser because I like books.

    Your mother’s a bitch.

    It’s fine. I don’t care. I’m used to it. Here, I’m so sorry about your girlfriend. Mom’s boyfriends cheat on her a lot as well. She handed him the book. When I read it, it makes me feel happy. Like maybe one day there will be that special someone who’ll accept me for me. Piper handed him the book. I better get home. I’ve got to take care of my younger brother.

    Before Jack could say anything more, she was gone.

    Staring at the book in his he saw it was a British classic, Jane Eyre. He remembered reading it in school. The book was well worn. He saw it had been read many times. Opening the book again, he saw her name on the front of the page, Piper Johnson.

    He found it strange that she would give a total stranger a book, especially a book she clearly loved with all of her heart.

    Jack was pulled out of his thoughts by the van pulling up against the curb. His own personal cleanup crew.

    Shoving the book into his jacket pocket, he finished what he’d started, and that was disposing of Beverly’s body. By the time he made it home, the book was forgotten, and he tossed his jacket at his house keeper.

    ****

    The following year Jack was looking through his closet for a tie pin when a large box fell on him. Frowning, he glanced down to find the book he vaguely remembered being given. The chubby schoolgirl came back to him, and he had a sudden rush of guilt. Crap, he’d forgotten about her book, and she used it to feel better. He’d simply tossed it aside, without a single care in the world.

    Picking it up, he flicked open the page to see her name scrawled across it. He knew nothing about her apart from her name.

    Picking up his cell phone, he dialed his contact, Eric, and demanded that he find out the address of a Piper Johnson, giving a brief description from what he remembered. It wouldn’t take long. The girl wasn’t that old. He wondered if she was still as charming as she’d been the day she gave him that book.

    It didn’t take long for Eric to get back to him with an address. Leaving his home, Jack got Drake, his driver, to take him to the address. He wasn’t surprised to find the estate he was looking for to be rundown. The apartment flats were in an awful state, and thinking about the girl, it made him marvel at the fact she’d been so damn sweet.

    Jack stared at the decay all around him. He was the son of a whore and a gambler. Growing up on the streets, dodging loan sharks, and all kind of other crap, Jack had promised himself he wouldn’t be like this. His fists had gotten him out of this crap, and his intelligence had taken him to where he was today. Feared, respected, and above all, King.

    Sir, what would you like me to do? Drake said.

    Drake had been working for him for five years and had proven his loyalty time and again.

    This place stinks, doesn’t it?

    It’s not the best part of the city.

    No, it’s the fucking worst. Jack stared out of the window wondering what the fuck he was actually doing. He paid men to deal with this shit.

    She sat with you that day.

    She tried to put a smile back on your face.

    Had she missed the book? He didn’t know. Considering the state of the paperback, there had to be a chance.

    Wait in the car, he said.

    Yes, sir.

    Several of the men hanging around the apartment stared at him. None of them approached him. They all knew better. When he entered the apartment building, the scent of piss and shit surrounded him. He refused to back down, so he made his way up toward the third floor, along the corridor to the door that housed Piper.

    On the floor was an array of needles, trash, used diapers, and all other kinds of crap. The sight repulsed him.

    Lifting his hand, he knocked on the door and waited.

    Who is it?

    He recognized her voice, and he was shocked by how protective he suddenly felt.

    Piper, he said. "I don’t know if you remember

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