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Brianna escapes from a dysfunctional family and makes a life for herself in London. Unfortunately, she falls for a charming man and her life spirals into an ever-deepening disaster. As she begins to despair of gaining her freedom from the life she has been forced into she literally falls into Gabriel's arms. An agent for The Company, who rescue people in need he manages to start her on a new path. Then Gabe's life takes a turn for the worse and it is Brianna who saves him. Together they fight against the men who prey on the vulnerable. Their adventure takes them from the lowest to the highest in the land, threatening even their lives. Their story will keep readers gripped from the first dark page.

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Erotic literature

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	31 août 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781789826579
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Shattered
Jilly Bowling

Published in 2021 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2021 Jilly Bowling
The right of Jilly Bowling to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Prologue
Brianna sat in the corner of her bedroom, hugging her knees, hands tight over her ears. Mum and the latest boyfriend were fighting again, about sex or rather the lack of it. The new bloke wasn’t getting any. Heavily pregnant again,Tracy, Bri’s mum wasn’t up for it and her bloke wasn’t happy. The youngest kids were all crying and Tracy was screaming obscenities at the top of her voice.
Looking up Bri checked the chair pushed under her bedroom door handle. It was firmly in place. Not daring to go and check on her half brother and sisters, she picked up her haversack and checked that the money she’d saved, by working two jobs over the summer holidays, was safe in the inner pocket. Then she frowned and took out the small pile of five and ten pound notes and considered the safest place for them. Finally she picked up a thin chiffon scarf and rolling the money into it tied it tightly around her waist under her jeans. Looking around the space which was laughingly called her bedroom, she took her few items of clothing off the hooks she’d hammered into the only wall not covered in black mould and pushed them into the bag. Taking the bag with her she went back to her corner and waited.
Slowly the house quietened down, the kids crying slowing down to quiet sobs, they knew better than to cry for too long when Mum was angry. The new bloke, a complete jerk, had slammed out of the house in search of alcohol, and would return later, either to knock Mum about or have sex with her. It was wise to be quiet when he was in that mood.
Two hours later Bri heard her door handle squeak and jumped upright.
“Bri, sweetheart. `U ok? Let me in, just to make sure you’re ok.
“Get lost, you jerk.” Bri shouted, but not too loud. If her mum woke up she’d accuse Bri of leading him on. It had happened before when he’d touched her.
“You little slut. I feed you, you bitch. You should keep me happy.”
“Feed me! I pay my own way, and for your brat.”
“Poxy fifty quid a week, dun’t even keep me in fags. Come on, it’s time you knew what it was like to have a man.”
Luckily at that moment Tracy wandered out of her bedroom, half asleep, and the jerk transferred his attention to her.
Bri let out a sigh of relief and climbed up onto her bed, a futon she’d dragged out of a skip. Before that she’d had an old smelly mattress on the floor, with old blankets to cover her. The sleeping bag she’d bought, with her first wage from the cafe she’d worked in, from seven until two every day was kept hidden under the loose board behind the futon. If her Mum or the jerk found it, it would be pawned for the price of a litre of cheap cider and some fags. Fully clothed she lay there until the house was quiet, apart from the jerk’s snoring, then she slid to the floor and stuffed the sleeping bag into her haversack. Pulling on an oversized leather jacket, a charity shop find, she silently removed the chair from under the door handle and crept out onto the small dark landing.
There was no carpet on the stairs, which seemed to creak at every step she took, but she made it downstairs, unheard, and let herself out of the battered front door. With a sigh of relief she ran to the corner and across the road without looking back.

Chapter 1
Gabriel looked up as half a dozen, loudmouthed, `business` men walked across the lobby to the lift, followed by a smarmy cheap looking bloke, in a fashionable suit, herding four hard faced `ladies`. Well, three were hard faced, one had the face of an angel and a body to die for..
Her hair was auburn and wild and he was positive her eyes were violet and suddenly he’d lost interest in the business in front of him. As he gazed at her she looked up, and the look of disgust in her eyes almost brought him to his feet.
The beauty who had attracted Gabe’s attention, had been unaware of her surroundings. After her latest protest she was just recovering from a week of `punishment`, which had consisted of five days of regular heroin hits then four days of withdrawal. Drago, her pimp didn’t believe in damaging his goods when he knew the thing she feared the worst, was to be made a drug addict. Her body still hurt and she felt sick but Drago knew the men would pay well for her, so she had to work. No one else in his business had a looker like her.
As the group disappeared into the lift, Gabe returned to the business in hand, getting information. Dressed in a shabby leather jacket, he fitted in with the clients of the sleazy hotel he’d agreed to meet the grass in. However he was only listening with half his mind as he wondered about the beauty who’d, so obviously, not wanted to be where she was. Finally he paid off the informer, who scurried off, and settled in the corner of the lounge to think about the girl/woman?
The man who’d been in charge of the women entered the lounge, ordered a drink from the bar and turned to look around. Seeing Gabe he nodded and picking up his drink walked over to him.
“Hello there. Couldn’t help but notice you liked what you saw earlier,” the man said, then stuck out his hand and said “I’m Drago, by the way.”
“Gabe,” ignoring the hand Gabriel nodded.
“Well, am I right? She’s a bit special isn’t she?”
Forcing himself not to hurt the piece of crap, Gabe nodded “She’s certainly unusual.”
“And as hot as they come,” Drago grinned, “I taught her all she knows.”
“So what’s her hourly rate?”
“By the night only, old chap, and she isn’t cheap?”
“Well she’s probably out of my price range,” Gabe downed his drink and stood up. “Have you got a number, just in case I get lucky.”l
“Yeah, sure, here’s my card,” he handed over a piece of card, black, with Drago picked out in gold and a mobile number written underneath. “You come into a couple grand let me know,” then he laughed as Gabe turned away. “I can tell you that body looks better naked.”
Gabe gritted his teeth and nodded, forcing himself to grin he turned and walked away. Leaving the hotel he turned left then left again into a dark alley, He’d parked his old Volvo behind the hotel, and walked lost in thought, towards the piece of rough ground, laughingly called a car park. Halfway along the dirty smelly lane he heard the sound of a fire alarm and a noise from above, and looked up. A window opened and a body squeezed through onto what had been an old style fire escape. He watched with interest as a pair of legs searched for each broken step until they ran out.
“You need to let yourself down by hanging onto the last step, then let go. I’ll catch you,” he said conversationally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a half naked woman to be doing.
There was a gasp and the body retreated a few steps “Go away,” a gentle voice said.
“No, you’re going to either get caught or hurt yourself. I’ll help you to get away from him.”
“Who are you?”
“I was in the bar when you passed through looking like hell and wishing you were somewhere else. Met your pimp, didn’t take to him, so I’d like to help.”
“I’m not a whore!”
“This isn’t the place to argue, reckon Drago will notice you are missing in about two minutes. Now do as I said and jump.”
The woman snorted then as she heard a noise behind her said “Ok.”
She let herself drop without any warning but Gabe caught her easily, she was as light as a feather and felt like a child in his arms. As soon as he had a good hold on her he ran quickly towards his car, put her in the passenger seat and in minutes they were heading out of town.
“You can let me out anywhere you like,” she said after a few minutes.
Gabe glanced at her “Tell me where to take you, you can’t run around the streets like that.”
“It’s got nothing to do with you, just let me out,” she undid her seat belt and jiggled the door handle.
“I rescued you and don’t intend to let you get caught by that weasel. By the way I’m Gabriel Black, Gabe to my friends.”
“Like the angel?”
Gabe laughed “A dark angel, maybe. Now do you have any friends, family or enough money to stay somewhere safe?”
“I’m Brianna, Bri to my friends and do I look as if I’ve got money tucked away on me.”
“Well, unless your birthday suit has pockets I’d say no.”
She looked down at her bra and pants and despite her fear laughed dryly. All she had on was her bra, and a thong. “I didn’t have a chance to get my dress, all I wanted to do was get out of that room.”
“There’s a blanket on the back seat, put it on.” Gabe ordered.
She sighed in exasperation but did as she was told. “So, I suppose you’ll need paying?”
“No! Look, I’m going to take you to safety. If you don’t trust me I’ll take you to the nearest police station and they’ll help you.”
She gave a coarse laugh “Yeah, right back into Drago’s hands.”
“Then trust me, I’m