| BOOK ONE | THE LONDON CRIME KING | A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE NOVEL |
2020 Fiction Award winner for The Best Protagonist, The Best Supporting Character, The Best Friendship and The Best Plot.
2020 Choice Award winner for The Best Series.
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I survived an entire month working for Liam Warren. I deserved a medal. Club 11 is hard graft. Despite sleep deprivation, hostile co-workers and unspoken illicitness, I earned a decent wage. Everyone hated me. Well, that's a slight exaggeration. It's the women who loathe the sight of me. I am friendless, no female amity. I got along with the Suits, though, and Josh, the head barman, is pleasant to be around. He's also funny, charismatic, cheeky, and smart. Why am I mentally obsessing over Josh?
I spooned ice cream into my mouth.
In regard to my sister, I have reached a stalemate. If I hadn't witnessed Kathy entering Club 11 with my own eyes, I'd start to doubt she even worked there.
Kathy practically lived inside the building, so there must be traces of her left behind, right? Wrong. I ransacked every room, nook and cranny, omitting the handbag, which is now tucked under the bed. I have discovered useless knowledge. If the bar is quiet and the dancers are standing around chin-wagging, I pretend to be busy and tune into their conversations, ignoring their vulgarism and theatrical giggles, hoping one of them might discuss Kathy. My sister performed beside those people every day, yet nobody mentioned her name.
What am I missing here?
Since most of Club 11 is off-limits to low-ranked employees, I cannot extend the investigation further. I am in no safe position to question anyone, especially those ill-natured, rancorous women. In particular, Natalie and Cherry. Those two are waiting for the prime opportunity for me to expose ulterior motives so they can run to our boss and tattle.
Yes, I became a team member under false pretences, but I am not primed to engender those scornful women or beguile their beloved boss. What Liam does in life is none of my business. Hand on my heart, I wish him no harm. If he finds out I wanted a job for reasons other than cash, though, I might be screwed.
Liam Warren.
I groaned over a mouthful of ice cream.
To whom it may concern, I, Alexa Haines, have a huge crush.
God, why are you punishing me?
When that man makes an appearance, which is infrequent as he seldom leaves the office, I am impossibly drawn to him.
Liam is agonisingly handsome, and he quite literally steals my breath away whenever our eyes collide. I am not sure when or how, but somewhere along the way, I developed romantic feelings. He's the first person I think about in the morning and the last person I think about before bed. I experience butterflies when he's nearby. When I hear his voice, I become nervous.
It's new to me, in-chest flutters, skipping heartbeats.
I am conflicted about newfound emotions. Liam is dangerous to females. You are safe if you enjoy meaningless sex and unromantic affairs because the man will not date, but if you see him as more than brisk amorousness, then he is poison to the heart. And I had to protect my heart. It has endured too much pain already.
