Table of Contents
Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 3)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 4
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 5
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 6
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 8
Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 3)
Kylie Parker
Copyright © 2017 by Kylie Parker
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 6
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 8
1. Sarah
2. Robbie
3. Sarah
4. Robbie
5. Sarah
6. Robbie
7. Sarah
8. Sarah
9. Robbie
10. Sarah
11. David
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Chapter One
“Get ready. The truc
k’s coming.”
Jimmy Holden’s order to his partners meant that they had to hide behind the stolen Cadillac, which was blocking the tree-lined road right outside Highland Park, Dallas. Jimmy, Martin and Nicolas had been scouring the vast state of Texas, looking for opportunities like this. Armored truck drivers usually changed their itineraries, but that was not the case with Andy Reigns, the man that they had recently met in a bar in downtown Dallas. Despite being a raging alcoholic and a bad gambler, he appeared to be an honest man and kept talking about his boring life. In three weeks, Jimmy managed to earn his trust. He stole the weekly schedule from his desk on one of his visits to “Centurion”, the security company that employed his newly acquired friend. Andy used to work nights; he was carrying more money but the pay was better.
But Jimmy and his small crew were not exactly honest men. Jimmy himself believed that shooting people was just part of his job. Neither Martin nor Nicolas had the stomach for it. What Jimmy loved to do though was stealing. He actually enjoyed it. Amounts did not matter; anything above $50,000 was good enough. That Friday night was different, though. The armored truck would be full of money. It was a perfect chance for him and his crew to make the score of a lifetime. None of them would have to worry about money for a long time.
Jimmy pressed his eye to the optics of his M4. The night vision scope of his rifle allowed him to see everything, as clear as broad daylight. Their plan was simple: Kill the truck driver and his colleague and steal the truck. They would blow up the rear door later, miles away from the small town. However, Jimmy was stunned to discover that Andy was not behind the wheel that night. In his stead, there was a young woman. He couldn’t make out her identity, but, even if he could, Jimmy had never shot a woman before. Adding to his already big surprise, there was another woman in the passenger seat.
“Shit…” He hummed, frowning, as the truck approached at a steady pace. Jimmy leaned back, taking his eye from the scope. For the first time in more than three years as a robber, he was in a dilemma. He was torn by indecision, but Jimmy had to think fast. Tension tightened the back of his neck. The high beams of the truck blinded him, but he would not back down now. The three men had been waiting for this for a while; wasting their chance was not an option. He put his right hand on the edge of his black, ski mask and pulled it down.
“Jimmy? Talk to me baby, what’s going on?” Marty’s question in the intercom forced a quick, but decisive response.
“Change of plans, boys…” Jimmy said. “We blow it up right here.”
The truck began to slow down, as the driver noticed the big Cadillac blocking the way. She pulled over on the right side of the empty, quiet road, less than ten yards away from Jimmy, but neither woman got out. They kept staring at him, as he aimed the driver.
“Out of the truck! Right now!” His stentorian voice rumbled like thunder, audible over the sound of the diesel engine. The driver opened her door with fear-clumsy fingers. She stepped down from the tall vehicle. Jimmy discovered that she was a lot prettier than he could possibly have imagined. Her colleague followed her example, but she was much calmer than her. Her grip on the door handle was firm and her hand did not shake at all.
“On your knees! Hands behind your head!” Jimmy cried, as he approached the truck with caution. Marty and Nicolas brushed past him, as he made his way towards the driver. Her long, whiskey hair was neatly gathered in a ponytail and her chocolate skin shimmered in the ample moonlight. But, her light-green eyes were only partially open and the skin on her face tingled with fear.
“Please, don’t hurt us.” She begged, her voice trembling, looking up at Jimmy. “Just take the money.”
He was about to verbalize, when he settled his gaze on her nametag, on the left side of her chest. It read: “A. Reigns”. Baffled and with blood pounding through his veins, Jimmy could not force a word out of his throat. Something had happened to Andy, but this was not the place or the time to think about it and the woman in front of him was definitely not the one he should discuss it with. Jimmy’s blue, shadowed eyes took every bit of her. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old. Her tiny nose and her full lips struck him. Had they been somewhere else, Jimmy would seriously consider courting her. He averted his gaze from her and threw a rapt glance at her colleague. She squeezed her lips, in an attempt not to speak. Jimmy realized that she was boiling with rage. A simple look in her eyes was enough. They were black with shock and anger, but he couldn’t care less. An angry security clerk would not stop him and his crew. Moments later, a loud, powerful blast rocked the ground, lighting up that warm, early September night. Marty and Nicolas jumped into the truck, as smoke rose from the rear.
“I hope you’ve made peace with God.” Jimmy did not appreciate the blunt tone in the older woman’s voice. Two steps to the left brought him much closer to her. He pointed his rifle at her, gritting his teeth. His fingers clenched the handle on the powerful weapon so tightly that his knuckles nearly snapped out of place. Jimmy leaned his face into hers.
“Have you, missy?” He whispered. At that moment, the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Marty was coming his way fast, followed by the much shorter and heavier Nicolas. They both had had large bags in their hands.
“We’re good. Let’s go.” Marty suggested.
“See you in heaven…” Jimmy winked at her, leaning back, as his thick lips curled into a slow, razored smile. He turned around, following his men. They started running towards Marty’s pickup truck which lay thirty yards away from the stolen Cadillac. Jimmy, Marty and Nicolas jumped in it. This was no time for celebrations; they had to leave that place as quickly as possible. They disappeared into the night, leaving two women behind, shocked to their core…
Chapter Two
“Four hundred and thirty, four hundred and forty, four hundred and fifty… Three million, four hundred and fifty thousand bucks!” Nicolas finished counting the lute with a loud cheer in their safe house, somewhere in the Texas wilderness.
“That’s what I’m talking about…” Martin added, while Jimmy gave a satisfied nod. Relief flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Yes, they had accomplished their objective, leaving no trail behind whatsoever. It was a clean, professional job. The world would have no idea about who was behind one of the biggest armored truck robberies in the US. Of course, they would have to be extremely careful from now on, but he trusted them, even though Martin was sometimes a little too impulsive. Nevertheless, Jimmy didn’t share his partners’ enthusiasm. More than that, he couldn’t hide his concern, preferring to stare at the stack of money on the small kitchen table.
“What’s going on, Jimmy?” Nicolas wondered.
“Can somebody tell me where the hell Andy was tonight?” Jimmy answered his question with a question, as his face hardened, raising his eyes from the money to glare at Nicolas.
“Yeah, I noticed Andy wasn’t there tonight…” Martin agreed. “But, who cares anyway?”
“Did you notice his nametag?” Jimmy posed one more question, fixing his gaze on Martin, sat on his right.
“Nope…” Martin shook his head sideways.
“She wore Andy’s nametag…” Jimmy added. However, his friends’ reaction disappointed him even further. Martin and Nicolas glanced at each other, trying very hard not to laugh. To no avail. They burst out laughing, as if they had just heard the funniest joke ever. It then occurred to Jimmy that neither of them was paying attention to his words, despite his persistent attempts to educate them on how security companies operate.
“Jimmy…” Martin chuckled. “I think you worry too much.”
“Do I?!” Jimmy yelled, banging his fist on the table. “What have I told you about security companies?”
“They’re pretty thorough…” Nicolas was quick to reply.
“Right. Which means that she’s either his sister, his wife or something happened to him at the last minute, he couldn’t make it and they gave his nametag to some random chick. We’ve been here for three weeks
. Did you notice any… wives or sisters? Because I sure as hell didn’t.” Jimmy stated, finally grabbing their attention. Their smiles were wiped off their faces.
“Jimmy, what are you saying?” Martin asked.
“Andy’s a bad gambler. I don’t know. Maybe they whacked him. Lots of people have seen us hanging out with him. What if the cops show up and start asking questions? What are we going to say? ‘We didn’t do it. We were busy robbing a truck’? That’s one hell of an alibi.” Jimmy’s sharp response made them worry even more.
“Ok, this may sound a little stupid but weren’t you going to take him out?” Martin squinted at him.