The King (Gentlemen Rogues #2) - Nana Malone

THE KING

A GENTLEMEN ROGUES NOVEL

NANA MALONE

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Saffron

Chapter 2

Saffron

Chapter 3

Lachlan

Chapter 4

Saffron

Chapter 5

Lachlan

Chapter 6

Saffron

Chapter 7

Saffron

Chapter 8

Lachlan

Chapter 9

Saffron

Chapter 10

Lachlan

Chapter 11

Lachlan

Chapter 12

Saffron

Chapter 13

Lachlan

Chapter 14

Saffron

Chapter 15

Saffron

Chapter 16

Saffron

Chapter 17

Lachlan

Chapter 18

Lachlan

Chapter 19

Saffron

Chapter 20

Saffron

Chapter 21

Saffron

Chapter 22

Saffron

Chapter 23

Lachlan

Chapter 24

Saffron

Chapter 25

Lachlan

Chapter 26

Saffron

Chapter 27

Saffron

Chapter 28

Lachlan

Chapter 29

Lachlan

Chapter 30

Saffron

Chapter 31

Lachlan

Chapter 32

Lachlan

Chapter 33

Saffron

Chapter 34

Saffron

Chapter 35

Lachlan

Chapter 36

Lachlan

Chapter 37

Saffron

Chapter 38

Saffron

Chapter 39

Lachlan

Chapter 40

Lachlan

Epilogue

Lachlan

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1

SAFFRON

It wasn't like I was sneaking out.

I was a grown adult, and I could do what I wanted.

Except it was midnight, and I was sneaking around the back of the property. The moon hung low in the sky, brightening up the whole side of the gardens and expansive rolling hills, bathing the grounds, and subsequently me, in bright light.

Shit.

When I told Tabs I would handle the midnight run down to the shops three kilometers away to get ice cream, I hadn't wanted to risk going out the front in the likelihood that my brother would see me, stop me, and ask me a whole slew of questions I didn't feel like answering.

Big brother Gabe had all kinds of rules about my presence on the compound. Which was bullshit, because dammit, I was a grown ass adult.

So really, he was forcing my hand.

You could just move out.

I could, but that would be surrender. Besides, the enormous compound that was the Gentlemen Rogues headquarters was my home. So for now, I'd stay subversive.

Dressed in all black, I kept to the shadows along the edges of the trees heading toward Tabatha's car on the north lot. She’d left it parked at the bottom of that hill, and her keys jingled in my pocket as I headed that direction.

She liked to see if she could find a way to sneak onto the property. Every time she managed it without someone stopping her, she gave herself a high five and then properly closed up that security gap. We all had our oddities. I wasn't going to begrudge Tabatha hers.

When I passed the training lodgings, I crouched under a window by one of the hydrangea shrubs. God, this was ridiculous. I should be able to take my own car and come and go as I pleased.

As if your brother is going to allow that.

Ever since my birthday three months ago, he'd been a little extra about security. Almost as if he'd known what I was up to. I vanished off the security cameras for a whole four hours, and he'd gone mad when I came home. I'd gotten a lecture, and he'd gone on and on about responsibility. But I'd explained that I'd left the club early and gone to Tabatha's, giving our guys the slip. Needless to say, he didn't buy that for a minute.

I was twenty-two years old. I hardly needed a security detail. Hell, I was my own bodyguard. I was well-trained, almost always well-armed, and…

A rustle behind me made me hold perfectly still in the shadows. What the hell was that? Had someone snuck past the perimeter?

It was one thing to get out; it was a whole other thing to get in. I reached for my phone, ready to make an SOS call if needed. And just as I turned my attention back to my original target, a hand clamped over my mouth and a hard body jerked me up. My body went ice cold and burning hot all at once.

I struggled against the hold, and a very male voice behind me whispered in my ear. "Hold tight. I don't want to hurt you."

Hurt me? The fuck? I was going to hurt him.

I slapped my hand back toward the easy target, his groin. But he blocked it, which left me few other avenues. I clamped both hands on the hand that was covering mine, peeled it down just enough to get my teeth free, and then bit him with every ounce of pressure in my mouth. With a muffled curse, he groaned and released me, pitching me forward.

I stumbled, but then I caught my balance and whipped around.

I couldn't see him well in the dark, but he was big. Taller than my five-foot-eight frame at least. Was he familiar?

“You don't want to do this," I warned.

"Are you sure? Seems like I'm about to enjoy dragging you in."

His voice was low and smooth. It sounded like whiskey pouring over rocks, and I could almost see that sort of amberish smoke coming off a solitary ice cube in a glass. Holy hell. Why did he feel familiar?

“Dixon, is that you?" Ryan Dixon had been a recruit a year ago, and he'd flirted