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The Last Book in the
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Where love tries to
triumph and darkness continues to reign....
It all comes down to
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Love versus life.
Debts versus death.
Who will win?
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Excerpt: Final Debt
“READY TO DIE, Nila?”
Cut’s voice physically
hurt me as he forced me to my knees. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I
bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner.
Velvet and
hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks
smuggled—a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of
the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised podium, framework
cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side.
“Don’t do this.
Cut…think about what you’ve become. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg
but I’d vowed not to beg. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered
things I never thought I would be able to endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I
wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“In five minutes, this
will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket.
The wicker basket.
I didn’t want to think
about what its contents would be.
He placed it on the
other side of the wooden block.
My lungs demanded more
oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart…it demanded more hope, more
life, more love.
I’m not ready.
Not like this.
“Cut—”
“No. No more talking.
Not after everything you’ve done.” Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he
didn’t hesitate. No fanfare. No second guesses.
I cried out as the
scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat.
The Weaver Wailer
chilled me. The diamond collar that’d seen what I’d seen and whispered with
phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around
my neck.
This was it.
The Final Debt.
Cut pushed my shoulders
forward.
A heavy yoke settled
over the top of my spine.
I closed my eyes.
I said goodbye.
…
I waited to die.
“NO!”
I pushed back, gripping
the handrails of the private jet, throwing my weight against Daniel’s incessant
pushing. “Stop!”
“Get up the fucking
stairs, Weaver.” Daniel jabbed his elbow into my spine.
I stumbled, bashing my
knee against the high tread. “You can’t do this!” How had this happened? How
had mere hours turned the entire universe against me? Again.
I wanted to smash every
clock. Tear out the cog from every watch.
Time had once again
stolen my life.
Jethro!
Daniel cackled. “I
think you’ll find we can.” He shoved me higher.
My heart hurt—as if
every mile between us and Hawksridge was a blade slicing me further from
Jethro’s protection—a disharmony in an already discorded symphony.
One moment, I’d been
love-bruised and adored, tiptoeing back into the Hall; the next, I was trapped,
forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie, and obey Daniel as he lurked in my
doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre belongings.
He hadn’t left me
alone.
His eyes followed my
every move. I couldn’t grab the gun I’d hidden thanks to Jasmine. I couldn’t
text Jethro to tell him I’d been caught. All I could do was run around my room
with my lover’s release still damp on my inner thighs and submit to my nemesis.
The only saving grace
was beneath Daniel’s hateful stare, I’d managed to pack the clothing I’d
altered a few weeks ago. The cuffs full of needles and hems armoured with tools
of my seamstress trade. Those garments were my only hope. There was no
loophole. No way to refuse.
I had to trust Jasmine
would get word to Jethro. That he would come for me…
Before it’s too late.
The desolation I’d
suffered when Daniel first caught me faded to indignant anger. I’d been so
close to being free. I’d been in Jethro’s arms. I’d been away from his
psychotic family. My heart hardened a little toward Jethro for making me go
back.
Why? Why did you send
me back?
I didn’t know if I’d
have the courage to forgive him.
You know why. And you
will. Of course, you will.
I couldn’t hate him
because I wasn’t selfish. He’d sent me back to protect all of us. Those
precious few who’d accepted him and he’d accepted in return. Love was the worst
enemy, winding its commitment, ensuring no freedom when it came to clearheaded
thinking of adversity.
Jethro loved too much.
Felt too much. Suffered too much. And his siblings would be our downfall.
Kestrel and Jasmine relied on him—just like I did. The responsibility of
settling his family’s wrongs was a terrible burden to bear.
But he’s not alone.
I might’ve been stolen.
Jethro’s plans to save me might be ruined. But I was still alive. Still
breathing. I wasn’t the naïve girl who’d first arrived at Hawksridge. I was a
woman in love with a Hawk. A Weaver who would draw Hawk blood.
It’s not over…
Pain exploded in my
spine as Daniel stabbed me with his fist. “Get in the fucking airplane.”
“No!” I threw myself
backward, looking frantically at the private hangar. We weren’t at Heathrow,
but a small, private airfield called Turweston. “I won’t!”
No strangers I could
call for help.
No police or air
marshals.
When Daniel had stalked
me from my room and shoved me outside, Cut had been waiting. With a victorious
smile, he’d stuffed me in the back of a limousine.
With a purring engine,
we’d pulled away from Hawksridge, tyres crunching on gravel as we followed the
long driveway off the estate.
My eyes had scoured the
trees, their silhouettes growing stronger as the sun tinted the sky with pink
blushes. Daniel and Cut sat opposite me, toasting each other with a chilled
bottle of champagne. However, I hadn’t been alone on my side of the limo—I had
a guard.
Marquise, Bonnie’s damn
henchman, sat beside me; a mountain of muscle, unyielding and impenetrable.
“Come along.” A strange
voice raised my gaze.
A man in a captain’s
uniform smiled from the top of the aircraft steps. The private plane’s fuselage
glinted in graphite grey. Sparkling diamonds, inlaid in the shape of a
windswept ribbon, decorated the tail.
“I don’t want to leave
England.”
Daniel laughed behind
me. “Like you have a choice.”
“I always have a
choice, Buzzard.” I glowered over my shoulder. “Just like this choice of yours
will not end well for you.”
If I don’t kill you,
Jethro will.
As far as Daniel knew,
his slain brother was supposedly rotting in some unmarked grave. Jethro was right.
The element of surprise trumped any of Cut and Daniel’s grand delusions.
He snarled, “Watch it,
bitch. Everything you say to me here will be paid in full when we’re there.”
“Now, now. No need for
threats.” The captain climbed down a rung, holding out his hand. “She’ll get on
board. Won’t you, my dear? No need to be afraid of flying. I have an exemplary
record.” White hair tufted from either side of his pristine flying cap. In his
mid-fifties, he looked fit and toned and impatient to take off.
“I can’t leave.”
I can’t be so far from
Jethro.
The captain smiled,
waving at his vessel. “Of course, you can. Plus, I bet you’ve never travelled
in such style.”
“It’s nothing against
your mode of transport. It’s the destination I disagree to. I’m staying here.”
I dug my heels into the metal grate, fighting against Daniel’s perpetual
pushing. “I don’t have my passport, visa… I can’t travel across borders, so you
might as well let me return home.”
Home.
Had Hawksridge Hall
become my home?
No, don’t be absurd.
But Jethro had. It
didn’t matter where we ended up. What we did for work. How our lives panned
out. As long as I was alive with Jethro by my side…I would be home.
“Don’t fuss about
that.” The captain waved his hand in invitation. “Travel is good for the soul.”
Not my soul.
Travel meant my soul
would become untethered from my body, thanks to Cut and the Final Debt.
The sun barely peeked
over the horizon, hidden by soupy fog and reluctant night. The world refused to
warm, unable to shed the morning frost or dislodge the claws of winter. England
didn’t want to say goodbye as much as I did, its reluctant dawn wanting me to
stay.
“If you don’t get on
the motherfucking plane in two seconds, Weaver, you’ll live to regret it,”
Daniel growled.
I glared at the
youngest Hawk. “Haven’t you learned by now your threats don’t scare me?”
Forcing myself to stand
taller, I hid the quaking in my bones, the quivering in muscles, the rampant
terror scurrying in my blood. “I know where you want to take me, and I refuse.”
Daniel pinched the
bridge of his nose. A second later, he cuffed me on the back of the head.
“Behave!”
I gritted my teeth
against the wash of agony.
“Almasi Kipanga is a
fucking treat for the likes of you, Weaver. Get on your knees and show some
goddamn appreciation. Otherwise, I’ll rip out your fucking tongue and ensure
peace for the rest of the trip.”
“Ah, as I said, there’s
no need for violence.” The captain took another step, prying my hand off the
railing and tugging me upward. “Come along, my dear. Let’s get you inside. And
don’t you worry about visas and things. Leave it to me. Airport control won’t
be an issue.”
Vertigo cast the world
in monochromatic greys as I swayed toward the captain. “But—”
Cut barrelled past
Daniel—reaching the end of his patience. Grabbing my arse, he shoved me upward,
forcing me like unwilling livestock up the final steps. “I have your passport,
Nila. Get on the plane.” His breath skated over the back of my neck. “And don’t
think about refusing again. Got it?”
Gripping the fuselage,
I looked over my shoulder. “My passport? How did you—”
He waved a black binder
in my face. “Everything is in here. You have no more excuses, and I won’t ask
again. Get on the fucking plane or I’ll knock you out and you can wake up when
we get there.”
Series Reading Order
Debt Inheritance
(Indebted #1) FREE
First Debt (Indebted
#2)
Second Debt (Indebted
#3)
Third Debt (Indebted
#4)
Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)
Final Debt (Indebted
#6)
Indebted Epilogue
(Indebted #7)
About the Author:
Pepper Winters wears
many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves
dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the
better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh,
and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and
has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book
boyfriends.
Her Dark Erotica books
include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters
in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q
(Monsters in the Dark #2)
Her Grey Romance books
include:
Destroyed
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