Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy Book 2) Read Free

“Many things. The way you stared at all the drinks, the tentative sip, and the look of horror on your face. Damian Denton.” He held his hand out.
    “Denton? Isn’t that the name of this place?”
    “Usually women offer their names.”
    “Oh, Harper Mavis.” She shook his hand, noticing how firmly he held hers. “So, Denton?”
    “I’m the son.”
    “The only one?”
    Damian burst out laughing. “Nope. Not even close. I have five brothers, and a sister. Not to mention cousins.”
    “Wow, big family.”
    “Yep.”
    She took another sip of her drink, not knowing what else to say. “I don’t do this.”
    “What?”
    “Talk. To strangers.”
    “You’re so sweet.”
    “How old are you?” Harper asked.
    “This is a really interesting conversation.”
    “You do know that is strange.”
    “I’m twenty-three years old.”
    Licking her lips, she nodded. He was close to her in age. “Your family owns this?”
    “Among other things.”
    “Why do I feel like you’re laughing at me?” she asked.
    “I’m not laughing. I find this entirely refreshing.”
    She frowned. “Why?”
    “Most women are impressed to learn I’m a Denton, but you don’t have a clue who I am.”
    “You’re part of a family that owns a casino. Congrats? I don’t know what you want me to say. I own a shit car. You don’t see me bragging about it.” Harper had never been interested in material things. It was nice to have a shiny car, but they still broke down.
    Damian sat down next to her. “I have a nice new car. Few hundred miles on the clock.”
    “I have a shit car, got a few hundred thousand on the clock. I don’t think it could go above fifty.”
    He started laughing. “Well, how about that. I believe I’ll be the one taking you home tonight.”
    Harper snorted. “Yeah, no, you’re not. It’s not going to happen.” She sipped at the horrid drink, liking the way Damian started at her. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a total waste.

Chapter Two
     
    “Can you believe Dad is making him write freaking essays? We’d have been put into every single fight imaginable,” Gideon said. “Just goes to show the younger generation gets it better.”
    Abel laughed. “Better? I’d take a fight over the essay any day. We’re all different. Landon, the fucker, gets off on fights. What you’ve got to think about is our dad can be an asshole. With Mom saying shit like that, Dad is not going to let that stand.”
    Oliver chuckled. “Landon’s going to feel like he’s being tortured. Wish I could see it.”
    “I need a fucking drink,” Abel said.
    “Do you think Mom will ever leave?” Gideon asked.
    Abel turned to look at his brother. He hadn’t for a second considered his mother leaving. Yes, he’d heard the tale that she had. Jacob had even told him a great deal of their … legacy. Each Denton man was destined to find one love, and the moment he saw it, it was supposed to be like a fairytale. Only, it came with a little hiccup. While the men knew without a doubt, the women didn’t. It was all up to the men to fight for them. Abel hoped his woman stayed hidden for the rest of her life, and he didn’t have to worry about a single problem.
    “Don’t know. I doubt Dad will let her leave. It’s Mom. His one and only.” Abel rubbed at his temples, exiting the elevator onto the floor that contained the tower overlooking the nightclub. Gideon and Oliver joined him as he first had to check out the security before relaxing for the night.
    “Can you believe Jacob is away again?” Oliver said. “Our brother has turned into a pussy.”
    “I like Lou. She’s good for him.” Abel stared at the screens, checking everything out. He spotted Damian, and shook his head. A little older than Landon, Damian was a lazy fucker, who needed to learn to do shit. It would suit Abel for Damian to be replaced by Landon, as then shit would get done. He watched on the screen as Damian ran his hands over some woman’s ass, pulling her in