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Keep Her From Harm
Keep Her From Harm
Keep Her From Harm
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Damian Denton lost the mother of his child because he could never love her. That guilt won’t go away, and he can feel it eating away at his soul no matter what he does. His only hope is to find someone deadly enough to kill him.

Mia Banks doesn’t want to ask Ivan, the father of her child, for help, but she has no choice. If she wants to survive, she will have to beg him. But when a man crashes into Ivan’s office, her life changes forever.

The moment Damian sees the beautiful Mia, he knows without a doubt that she belongs to him. Taking Mia and her son away, Damian is determined to do everything different. He’s not going to scare Mia with who he is or who his family is.

But with the revelation of a secret brother the Dentons are no longer united. They are separated, and that makes them weak. There is someone waiting to rid the world of Dentons for good, with this fresh danger, can Damian keep Mia and their children safe?

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Release dateJun 26, 2017
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Keep Her From Harm - Sam Crescent

Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2017 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77339-326-1

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.

KEEP HER FROM HARM

The Denton Family Legacy, 4

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2017

Prologue

Mia, nine years old

Mia Banks stared up at the sky. In the distance, she could hear her mother arguing with the man that gave her drugs and to men. Mia had been told to stay out of the way, and she was. The guys that came around to the apartment sometimes gave her the creeps.

Resting her hands beneath her head, she looked up and wondered what it would be like to be far away from this horrible place. Every time she left her apartment, the stink of weed and mold was so overpowering that it was a struggle to leave. Her mother never walked her to school anymore, and she was glad.

Some of the dads would pull her mother aside, and ask how much for a visit. It was … gross. Some of her classmates looked at her with disdain, and she had no friends at all.

Suddenly, her mother came toward her.

What’s the matter, pumpkin? her mother said, sitting on the ground.

From the smile on her face, she’d gotten what she wanted, and the fresh mark on her arm was all Mia needed to know. Nothing.

Her mother would be happy for a little time, and then she would start screaming, and things would go bad for a little while.

Honey, don’t ever let a man control you, and you stick up for yourself, okay? No one is ever worth this, she said, pointing at herself.

It wasn’t the first time her mother had advised her against being like her, and Mia doubted it would be the last.

Leaning against her shoulder, she smiled. I was wishing on the stars.

What were you wishing? Her mother was already falling asleep. It was warm outside, and so there was no worry of having to take her to their room.

I was wishing that when I was older there would be a man. A man that is handsome, protective, and so sweet. When he looks at me, I’m the only one for him, and he can’t imagine a life without me. I’ll be his everything, and he’ll be mine. Mia smiled thinking about her wish, and when she turned to her mother, she was already asleep.

If she hadn’t heard, then she hoped with all of her heart that it would come true.

Chapter One

Damian Denton stared down at his drink of whiskey, and wondered if he should order another one or the damn bottle. He was getting tired of waiting, and all he wanted to do was fucking drink. Staring at his empty glass, he slammed his hand on the table.

Fill me up, asshole, Damian said.

He’s cut off.

He groaned as his oldest brother stood beside him. Jacob Denton was a force to be reckoned with, but yet they were all forces to be reckoned with. They were the Denton family, the coldest, hardest crime family in the world.

What the fuck are you doing here, brother? Don’t you have a place to fight for? Damian smirked at his own joke. Six months ago the entire Denton clan had been handed something fucking hilarious. Not only was Jacob Denton not the firstborn, but they all had a half-brother, Gabriel Colton, who was in fact a Denton. Long story short, their dad had slept with Gabriel’s mom, who was married to a Colton at the time. All this time their father’s kid had been growing up under his enemy’s care. Of course, Gideon had been the one to bring the truth to light. Since then, everything had gone to shit, but as far as Damian was concerned, he didn’t care.

His life was at the bottom of the bottle, and that was exactly where he intended to stay. He liked it here.

Don’t start, Damian, Jacob said, taking a seat. Why are you here again?

I’m sitting at a bar. I’d say it’s pretty much self-explanatory.

Why are you here, again?

Shouldn’t you be at home with your wife and kids? She’s got another bun in the oven.

Shouldn’t you? Jacob asked. What about Martha? Who is looking after her?

Our mother, and she’s more than happy to do it.

So that’s what you’re going to do with your kid? Pass her onto her grandmother?

All things considered, I don’t think we turned out too bad. Why aren’t you fighting for your place? Damian asked, getting angrier by the second. Why are you even here?

You should be at home caring for that little girl, Damian. Jacob slammed his hand on the counter and glared at him.

His big brother didn’t care about who stared at them, and Damian simply rolled his eyes. Last time I checked, I’m old enough to do whatever the hell I want, and you know what? I’m going to. He was nearly twenty-six years old now, not a child. Fuck, he’d fathered a child, and the mother had killed herself.

You owe it to Martha to be the best dad in the world. Betty would have wanted that.

The moment Betty’s name was mentioned, Damian stood, slapping down his bill, and leaving without a word. He didn’t come to a bar to be reminded of her, to be told about her. He was fucking through with this bullshit.

Damian.

Fuck off, Jacob. Go and win some brownie points with Dad. You know it doesn’t mean you get to be kind anymore once he pops it, and to be honest, I hope it’s fucking soon. Ever since his little tryst had come out in the open, everything had gone to shit. It happened before he met their mother, but still, it was a matter of days before he met her. Damian was done with the family. Denton ran in his blood, and so far it had only caused misery and pain. He was completely done with it, tired.

He left the main doors and walked down the street. He should have known that Jacob wouldn’t leave him alone.

No amount of drinking or fighting is going to bring her back, Jacob said, shoving him against the wall. We don’t need this from you right now. Do you understand that?

Why don’t you fuck off? I’m not important to the family, and you can get your own shit done without me. He went to shove him off, but Jacob placed his arm against his neck.

She’s gone, asshole. Betty is dead, and no matter what she’s not coming back.

It was hurting. The pain never left, but with the alcohol he could numb the pain, the guilt of knowing that he failed her.

Over and over Jacob kept repeating the same words, and finally Damian snapped. You think I don’t know that! He shoved Jacob away finally getting the upper hand as his rage turned into strength. He shoved Jacob against the opposite wall, wrapping his fingers around his neck and squeezing. I found her, Jacob. Our daughter was alone, and Betty had taken her life because of me.

It’s not your fault. Jacob struggled to speak, but Damian didn’t care. He was tired of people trying to tell him to face the facts when he already knew them.

No? You heard of that pesky little curse we have? The moment we know our woman is ours and all that shit. You should. You’ve already gone through it with Lou, and so have two of my brothers.

You will find your woman, Damian.

"I don’t want to fucking find her because it should have been Betty. She was the mother of my kid and because I didn’t feel anything for her, she is fucking dead, so don’t you dare tell me it wasn’t my fault. I made her part of my life, part of my world. She saw you, Abel, and even fucking Oliver with your women, and she couldn’t handle that one day I may be like that. Don’t ever try to tell me that this isn’t my fault. This is my fault. This is my blood’s fault." Damian released his brother, and Jacob gasped, taking in air.

Damian, get in the fucking car! Maddox Denton, his father, said, from the limo parked right near where he and Jacob had been fighting.

All of his life he had done as he was told. He’d followed orders without a fight. Everything he had done, he’d done it knowing he was a Denton. The moment Betty took her life, he’d been ashamed. What none of his family knew was that he couldn’t take care of Martha. He couldn’t look at his daughter without being swamped with guilt. The pain was more than he could describe, and he’d rather be drowning in the bottom of a bottle than allowing himself to keep on living.

He stared at his father. For once he no longer saw a force to be reckoned with, someone to respect. He saw nobody.

Fuck you. With that, he moved away, leaving his father and his brother behind.

Damian, we miss her, too, Maddox said, making him pause and turn to face him. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, son. It’s not good for you or for the Denton name.

The Denton name can go rot in hell, and get fucked in the ass for all I care, Maddox. I’m done, and that’s fucking final. Turning his back on his family, which was something a Denton had never done, he kept on walking. He didn’t stop, and even as he felt the limo following him, he ignored it.

It wasn’t long before he cut off across a neighborhood and finally lost his family behind.

His cell phone started buzzing, and if it had been anyone else but Charlotte, his mother, he would have ignored it, thrown the cell phone away. He couldn’t do that to his mother.

He pressed answer and placed the cell phone beside his ear. Hey, Mom, he said.

What’s going on, Damian? she asked, worry evident in her voice.

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore with him, with the family. He had somehow brought himself to a park, and he sat down on one of the swings, and stared across the street but didn’t see anything at all. There was nothing to be seen. I killed her, Mom.

No, honey, you didn’t. You had nothing to do with Betty’s death. We had been to the doctor, and she was struggling.

I should have been there. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done.

What about Martha, Damian?

Will you take care of her for me? I need to get my shit together, and then I’ll be back for her.

You promise?

Yes. I promise.

Silence was on the line, and he knew his mother wanted to argue but she’d cave. She always did. I’ll take care of her, but you’ve got to keep in touch with me. I know you don’t want to speak to your father, and that’s fine. Do not keep me in the dark.

I wouldn’t dream of it, Mom. I love you.

He does love you, you know? He’s worried.

I don’t care. I’m done taking orders from him, of being this guy. He had no intention of going to take Martha back, nor of getting his shit together. Damian was going to wait for death because he was going to be one last Denton that didn’t poison women, that didn’t lead them to their grave.

****

Mia Banks stared at the monster who was her baby’s father. She wanted to hurt him, to make him pay for everything she had gone through, but she would be dead if she even touched him.

What do I owe the pleasure this time, Mia? Ivan Smith asked.

She felt sick to her stomach. She stood in a strip bar, watching as women walked around wearing nothing. She knew without a doubt that some of those women were already fucking clients.

Ivan was a

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