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Obey
KINGS OF CALIFORNIA 2
KINGS OF THE UNDERWORLD
BOOK THREE
KL DONN
Copyright © 2024 by KL Donn
OBEY
Kings of the Underworld 3
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Models: Alex & Luna
Editing: KA Matthews
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Contents
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Introduction
Synopsis
1. Adonis
2. Soren
3. Adonis
4. Soren
5. Adonis
6. Soren
7. Adonis
8. Soren
9. Adonis
10. Soren
11. Adonis
12. Soren
13. Adonis
14. Soren
15. Adonis
16. Soren
17. Adonis
18. Soren
19. Adonis
20. Soren
Epilogue
Epilogue
Predator
Chapter One
Kings of the Underworld
About the Author
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Introduction
The Kings of the Underworld series is a multi-state interconnected series with the Kings of California, Kings of New York, and King of Nevada. While each book is a standalone, the characters from state to state will appear in other books. These are considered mafia light contemporary romances with dark elements. Some themes may be triggering with graphic violence, death, and in some cases abuse.
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Kings of the Underworld
Synopsis
One look is all it takes, and she’s mine.
Obey is book 3 in USA Today Bestselling Author KL Donn’s Kings of the Underworld series.
The day I found Soren Chambers was one of the worst days of her life.
A bank robbery had left me shot twice and her covered in my blood.
While unconscious and bleeding out, I have the thought of when I’ll see her again.
I’m nothing if not persistent and claiming Soren is the only thing I want.
But it’s not quite as simple as I’d intended.
Her parents are marrying her off to some crooked lawyer, but she won’t cooperate.
Instead, my woman looks to me for things she shouldn’t even know about.
She begs me to keep her.
And keep her, I will.
After an attempt on her life, I lock Soren away, not letting her out of my sight.
My sweet girl has strength and fights me at every turn, however.
So the moment I give her freedom, she’s taken.
What’s worse is that the man who stole her plans to take out his hatred for me on her innocent body.
I am Adonis Lorde, and I don’t bargain, barter, or trade. I’ll make you obey with every fiber of your being before turning you loose to heaven or hell.
Dedication
Is it love…obsession…infatuation? You don't know.
But you’re about to find out.
CHAPTER 1
Adonis
I shouldn’t have followed her. Zak is shaking his head at me outside the building right now, calling me all kinds of a fucking fool. But he doesn’t understand my obsession. The need prickling at my spine. He didn’t see her heart-shaped face, her plump lips, those creamy thick thighs topped off by a pretty white dress. He didn’t crave molding his hands to her flared, perfect childbearing hips.
So here I am, standing in line in the bank, two customers behind her just so I can catch a whiff of her scent. I need to know her name so I can find her later. Bring her home and lose my dick in her slick cunt for hours…no…days…maybe even weeks on end.
It’s mid-morning, so the bank isn’t as busy as it could be, meaning there’s only one teller, a security guard at the front desk, a few employees in the back, and a receptionist.
Taking my eyes off the girl long enough to case the place, I see four other customers—the two in front of me, one at the ATMs, and one male talking to the receptionist. But none of them hold my attention like her.
She is the perfect specimen of female innocence. And she is innocent. I recognize it in her wide-eyed, golden honey stare, the high almond-colored ponytail laced with girlish butterfly clips that she likely hopes will give herself a little flare, and her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink fingernails that match her toes wedged into a pair of tan Birkenstocks.
She is the precise package I never knew I was looking for. And I fucking blame Nick Gambino and his pretty little Rue. The girl stirs something in me that I didn’t realize I was missing or wanted.
I fuck as often as I want to, but it’s always one time with a woman; there’s never a second, and it’s all become mundane and boring. Just like everything else in my life. Sure, Nick’s little mission to claim Rue wound up with me gaining more territory outside Anaheim, San Bernadino, and Riverside. But Irvine was a problematic acquisition that didn’t take as long to complete as I thought.
In no time, Zak and my crew ousted Ricci’s men, left a warning in no uncertain terms that tainted opioids were no longer an option on our streets, and now, I’m back to feeding bored soccer moms the Oxy they crave. Their husbands still get their whores, but I collect double the income because my girls aren’t strung out and forced into the life; they’re there of their own volition, having chosen the path they’re on. I only supply the safety so many are missing.
And no, I don’t have any challenges.
But this girl…
Brushing a hand across my stubbled jaw, I wonder if she’s got some fire in her. Will she talk back, or will she come willingly? I’m all for taking what I want, and when it comes to her, I’ll carry her out of here over my shoulder if I have to. No one would dare stop me.
Once she’s finished with the teller, collecting a small sum of cash that she tucks into the tiny wallet in her hands, I wait to get a glimpse of her eyes. As she turns, I start backing up out of line so I can make my move. Briefly, our eyes meet, and when she notices me watching her, a smile quirks up one side of her lips before her gaze shifts, and stark fear slips across her delicate features.
I don’t get a chance to turn before hearing, “Everybody on the floor. Now!” followed by a quick burst of gunfire.
Motherfuckers.
Just had to go and ruin my fucking day.
I don’t move. I already know Zak will have clocked these assholes, or he will in a minute, and then nothing will stop my crew from getting down here and creating more chaos if they arrive before the cops.
What impedes me from whipping out my own Glock is the girl trembling two feet away. She’s pale as death and terrified as hell.
“I said”—I’m jabbed in the back by the muzzle of a gun—“get on the fucking ground.” Raising my hands, I keep my eyes on the girl as I slowly lower to my knees. If these fuckers are from around here, they should recognize my face and have one of two reactions.
They’ll run in fear.
Or they’ll become reckless and think they can one-up me.
It remains to be seen how fucking stupid they are right now.
“You too, sweetheart.” Another guy grips the back of her neck viciously, and she gasps as she drops. “Although, maybe you should spread your thighs, too.” She whimpers in fright, and a fierce growl rips from my chest.
Three sets of eyes whip towards me: the girl, the dead asshole holding her neck, and the third robber. A quick glance around indicates it’s just the three of them.
“Oh fuck,” says the third guy.
“What?” snaps the first guy, the one who pushed a muzzle into my back, as he comes around and stops. “Fuck.”
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” asks the dead asshole, still holding my girl.
“That’s Adonis Lorde,” number three mutters, a healthy dose of fear in his tone as his eyes venture a look outside. The ski masks covering their faces likely make them sweat even more as they wonder what to do.
“Who the fuck is that?” dead man blurts.
“I’m the guy who is going to tear your skull from your body if you don’t take your hands off my girl.” He doesn’t move, but the other two take a few healthy steps back.
“This girl?” He lets her neck go but slides his hand down her front and grabs one of her luscious tits. “What are you going to do about it? Huh? I’m the one with the gun, and you’re on your knees like a little bitch.”
Sirens wail in the distance, but it’s the tears rolling down her cheeks that get me to my feet. Dead guy steps back, raises his gun, and yells at me, “Get down!” I don’t listen. “I’ll shoot you!” This fuck doesn’t scare me. Zak is likely shaking his head at me right now. I can feel his eyes boring into my back from outside.
“You shouldn’t have fucking touched her.” My menacing tone elicits p
“Oh no,” my girl gasps. The pain is only absorbed by my fury as I take another step. “Please stop,” she pleads and crawls to me. All three robbers are so stunned by what dead guy has done that they stand there for a moment before remembering what they came here to do.
The girl, now at my feet on her knees and giving my dick all kinds of wicked ideas, is pressing on the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. I bite through the pain, watching these assholes force the teller to fill their bags with cash.
Holding the back of her head, I press her to my body, her forehead burying into my thigh as she shakes in distress. “You’re fine,” I reassure her. My voice sounds harsh because it goes against everything I am to not kill these fuckers. If it weren’t for this angel with her hands all over my leg, I wouldn’t have spared anyone else a glance and simply started dropping bodies.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see my top soldiers, Zak, Eli, Joe, and Drew, standing out front. The cops attempt to push them back, but they don’t budge. Craig must be in the alley behind the bank.
“How are you doing, my brave girl?” I spare a look down to find tears flowing steadily, her eyes red-rimmed, and her dress stained with my blood.
“You’re going to want to leave out the back before the cops discover that exit,” I caution these idiots. Waving Zak to go around, I wait until the three stooges listen and make their way out there before calling my second-in-command.
“Yeah?” Zak grunts.
“Catch these motherfuckers.” I hang up before he can ask if I’m alright. I’m not, I’m fucking livid.
“Hey, dickface!” The dead asshole pops his head back around the wall, lifts his arm, and fires another shot. This time, he doesn’t miss.
“No!” I hear my girl scream as I’m propelled backwards and hit the ground with a hard thud. Pain pierces my chest as I lay there stunned.
He’s so fucking dead.
“I’m going to fucking gut him,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Ssshh, don’t talk.” My sweet, beautiful girl kneels over me, another wound for her to press on at my shoulder. “Please be okay,” she cries. For me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone cry for me before.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Lifting my hand, I cup her chin, brushing my thumb across that plump lower lip.
“S-s-s-soren. Soren Chambers.”
“Soren.” It fits—gentile, exactly as she is. “Come here.” She lowers with the guidance of my hand at the back of her head. “Give Daddy a kiss.” Her whimper is the last thing I hear as I take her lips moments before I pass out.
CHAPTER 2
Soren
Daddy…
The word plays over in my head. With his strong voice and possessive eyes, I obeyed him like a good girl.
His good girl.
How did he know?
There’s no time to dwell on it before I hear shattering glass and a lot of yelling. Scrambling over his body, I try to protect him from further harm as police come crashing into the bank. Madness ensues in the following minutes as I’m dragged off the stranger’s body.
A perfectly sculpted body, if I’m honest. And I always try to be honest with myself. From the second our eyes met right before the robbers made their move, I’d felt a bone-deep connection to this mysterious man.
“Miss, I need you to get off him so we can check him out.” Someone tugs at my shoulders, dragging me away. “Are you okay?” another asks, obviously seeing the blood staining my hands and dress.
“I’m fine, it’s his. I tried to stop the bleeding.” Even unconscious, he’s commanding.
“Do you know this man?” I shake my head as they continue to pull me away.
Outside is loud, so loud that my ears ring. When my teeth start chattering, I realize the adrenaline has worn off, and I’m about to crash. What I don’t expect is to be placed in the backseat of a police car as the paramedics roll my savior out of the bank. I lost my purse somewhere in there, and it has everything in it. Including the last of the money I needed.
It’s for a Pitbull at a shelter that’s about to be put down due to aggression after being groomed in a dogfighting ring. He’s huge, scared, and scarred. Very much so because nobody has given him a chance.
Three times a week, I visit this shelter to walk the dogs, play with them, or do whatever else I’m asked to do. When I met Blue, I was shaken at first—learning what happened to him and the way he lunged at the cage when I stopped in front of him. But slowly, I built his trust. He was supposed to spend the rest of his days at a sanctuary dedicated to dogs like him, but Blue refused to leave his kennel.
It was decided then that he would be euthanized. That’s when I started pushing past my fear and spending more and more time with him. First, by sitting outside his kennel and reading books to him, then once he began showing signs of interest at hearing my voice, I begged Pete, the man in charge of volunteers, to allow me to change his food and water bowls. We worked through that tenuous interaction, and eventually, Blue began crawling into my lap and offering me his belly.
Adopting him is costing me a fortune, with all the licenses and permits I need, but I finally have enough money. Or I did.
Banging on the window, I yell at the officer standing guard outside my door that I need my purse. Not just for the money, but everything I own—my keys, my ID, my phone—my whole life—is in there.
“It’s evidence now, ma’am. You’ll get it all back once it’s been processed.” The officer’s voice comes out monotonic. He probably repeats that a dozen times a week.
My parents are going to be livid. I’ve put all this money, my weekly allowance for the last six months, into Blue, and now I won’t even get to bring him home. Not that they’ll care about that. They don’t like dogs. Or animals in general.
Despite my dad being a wealthy criminal attorney, he’s very stingy with his cash, which I find hilarious considering that even though I graduated high school this year, he doesn’t want me to get a job or go to college. He just reiterates that it’s his job to take care of me. Whatever that means. All my friends have gone off to college, their parents thrilled to have them out of the house and learning to be adults.
Meanwhile, mine want me to remain dependent on them forever, it seems.
The ambulance leaves, sirens blaring, and I chew my bottom lip, worrying for the handsome stranger. He passed out a second after our lips met, so I didn’t even get a full kiss. It would have been my first, too.
I sit in the back of the car for what feels like hours, but when we arrive at the station so the detective can take my official statement, it’s only slightly after lunch. I’m so exhausted I could sleep for a week.
“Miss Chambers?” he prompts for the third time after asking me how I know my mystery man. “I already told you, I don’t know him.” I’m getting more and more frustrated by the minute.
“We’ve reviewed the footage; he was very familiar with you.” I can only shrug. I don’t know what they want me to say. I’d never seen him before in my life. “How do you explain his defense of you, then? The way he handled you?”
“I can’t. I don’t know what you want from me, I just want to go home.” My tears spill over now, hot and heavy, as they slide down my cheeks and plop on the table I’m leaning over. They wouldn’t even let me call my parents. “Can I have my stuff back now?” I’m being treated like a criminal, and when my father finds out, there will be hell to pay.
