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  Mixed with Trouble

  A CASH BAR NOVEL

  Hayley Faiman

  Hayley Faiman Books, LLC

  Mixed with Trouble

  Copyright © 2019 by Hayley Faiman

  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Other Titles By Hayley Faiman

  Stay Connected

  About the Author

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  EPILOGUE

  SHOT WITH FREEDOM

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  EPILOGUE

  Special Thanks

  Other Titles By Hayley Faiman

  MEN OF BASEBALL SERIES

  Pitching for Amalie (Men of Baseball #1)

  Catching Maggie (Men of Baseball #2)

  Forced Play for Libby (Men of Baseball #3)

  Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball #4)

  RUSSIAN BRATVA SERIES

  Owned by the Badman (Russian Bratva #1)

  Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2)

  Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva #3)

  Living for the Badman (Russian Bratva #4)

  Tempting the Badman (Russian Bratva #5)

  Protected by the Badman (Russian Bratva #6)

  Forever my Badman (Russian Bratva #7)

  Betrothed to the Badman (Russian Bratva #8)

  Chosen by the Badman (Russian Bratva #9)

  Bought by the Badman (Russian Bratva #10)

  Collared to the Badman (Russian Bratva #11)

  NORTORIOUS DEVILS SERIES

  Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1)

  Rough & Raw (Notorious Devils #2)

  Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils #3)

  Rough & Ruthless (Notorious Devils #4)

  Rough & Ready (Notorious Devils #5)

  Rough & Rich (Notorious Devils #6)

  Rough & Real (Notorious Devils #7)

  Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection - December 2019

  CASH BAR SERIES

  NOTORIOUS DEVILS SPIN-OFF

  Laced with Fear (Cash Bar #1)

  Chased with Strength (Cash Bar #2)

  Flamed with Courage (Cash Bar #3)

  Blended with Pain (Cash Bar #4)

  Twisted with Chaos (Cash Bar #5)

  Mixed with Trouble (Cash Bar #6)

  SAVAGE BEAST MC

  UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC #1)

  UnBreak Me (Savage Beast MC #2)

  UnChain Me (Savage Beast MC #3)

  UnLeash Me (Savage Beast MC #4) - January 2020

  ZANETTI FAMIGLIA SERIES

  Becoming the Boss (Zanetti Famiglia #1)

  Becoming his Mistress (Zanetti Famiglia #2) - October 2019

  UNFIT HERO SERIES

  CONVICT (Unfit Hero #1)

  HERO (Unfit Hero #2)

  FRAUD (Unfit Hero #3) - November 2019

  ESQUIRE BLACK DUET

  Discovery (Esquire Black Duet #1)

  Appeal (Esquire Black Duet #2)

  FORBIDDEN LOVE SERIES

  Personal Foul (Forbidden Love #1)

  Kinetic Energy (Forbidden Love #2)

  STANDALONE SERIES

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  About the Author

  As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.

  Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the love of her life.

  Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

  Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.

  Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.

  Plautus

  PROLOGUE

  LEA

  FOURTEEN YEARS OLD

  Baby watches me from across the room. He always watches me. I don’t mind because I watch him, too. He looks at me like I’m this kid he needs to protect. Except today he isn’t looking at me like he has been the past couple of years, this time it’s different.

  He’s different.

  I know why.

  It’s because I went out partying with Règle, because he touched me. I’m no longer that little girl, that innocent girl that he held when my stepfather, Fish, died.

  I’m tainted.

  Tarnished.

  No longer the sweet girl that I once was. No longer a little girl to protect from the bitter outside world.

  Nobody has really noticed that I haven’t been her for a while. I don’t plan on ever being her again. I’m tired of being some baby, some little girl. I want to be differe
nt.

  Besides, Baby doesn’t take sweet girls back up to his room. He doesn’t wrap his arm around them and pull them down on his lap. He doesn’t kiss them and grab their ass. He doesn’t want a sweet girl.

  I want to be someone that he wants…eventually.

  Baby shakes his head and turns toward someone. I watch as he lifts his chin then stands to his feet. I’ve been interrogated, asked a million and ten questions and given all the information that I have about La Foule and Règle.

  Had I known that he was in some kind of group like that, a group that was looking to get information and damage the Devils, he would have never talked to me. He never really acted like he was trying to get anything from me though.

  Règle talked to me, he listened to me.

  He showered me with attention that I craved, that I crave. My mom is busy living her life with Skinner and I’m happy for her, but I don’t really fit into their new relationship. I just wanted someone to pay attention to me, to look at me like I was more than just some club kid hanging around.

  Skinner tries, he tries a lot more than Fish ever did, but at the end of the day, I’m just this teenager he has to deal with because he loves my mom. He’s nice and I can tell that it bothers him that I won’t let him in, but I can’t.

  I want Baby.

  I want to be wanted.

  I want to be seen as more than just some kid.

  Closing my eyes, I vow to myself that I will be the kind of woman Baby wants one day. He’ll want me, he’ll beg for me. One day, he won’t look at me like some little kid. One day, he’ll see me and feel everything about me that I already feel about him.

  One.

  Day.

  BABY

  Fuck.

  Lea was hurt today. Little Lea. Shaking my head, I try to get the image of her shaking and terrified out of my head. That little punk assed motherfucker is going to bleed for what he did to her, unfortunately, it won’t be by my hand. As her stepfather, Skinner has already called his dibs on the punk.

  Standing from my seat, I turn away from the girl and head upstairs. I need to be alone. Lea is like a little sister to me and there’s no way I can look at her the same again.

  That fucker hurt her. But she put herself in that situation, she put herself in a place to allow that shit to happen to her. I’m so goddamn pissed at her, at myself, at everything.

  Walking into my room, I slam the door closed behind me and let out a sigh. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair and tug on the ends before wrapping my fingers around the back of my neck.

  “Hey,” a soft voice calls out.

  Spinning around, I see Gracie standing in my door frame. “Shouldn’t be here,” I warn her.

  “She’s only fourteen,” Gracie reminds me, just like everyone fucking reminds me.

  I know that Lea looks at me like I’m something special. She’s young. She doesn’t realize that she wouldn’t ever really want to end up with a man like me.

  She’ll grow up one day and want a good man, a man she deserves. No fucking sweet kid like her deserves a man like me, a man like any one of us under this roof.

  Narrowing my eyes, I refuse to respond to her. Gracie doesn’t take the cue to shut up about it though. She just barrels on through.

  “She thinks you’re some knight. She’s searching and I’m afraid of what she’ll find,” she admits.

  “It won’t be me,” I announce.

  Gracie gives me a ghost of a smile. “I know, Baby. Believe it or not, I’m not worried about you. She’s only going to become even more rebellious though, angrier, and more lost. I’ve tried all that I can, but honestly, she’s too much like me.”

  With a snort, I take a step forward and reach my hand out. Extending my index finger, I touch the end of her nose.

  “Worse women to be like, babe.” I grin.

  Gracie’s lips turn up into a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes and fuck me it’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen in the whole fucking world.

  Gracie is sweet, it’s where Lea gets it from. She’s soft and gentle too. Another thing that Lea is. She’s too good for this life, but fuck she’s here and we all do our best to shield the Old Ladies like her from the reality of this life.

  “I’m sending her away for school,” she whispers.

  “Gracie?”

  She shakes her head. “I know you have a special bond, so I wanted you to be the first to know. She needs time away before she’s so angry that she can’t deal with the emotions inside of her. I have a therapist set up at the school.

  “Skinner is so mad at me for doing it, he’s not even talking to me right now. He loves her and he wants time to build their relationship, but it’ll never happen with her here.”

  Gracie is explaining things to me like I have some kind of input on this shit.

  “She’ll be all right, babe,” I lamely state.

  She smiles again, it still doesn’t reach her eyes. Reaching out, she wraps her hand around my bicep and squeezes. “I hope so,” she whispers.

  I watch her turn around and walk away from my room. My eyes staring but not seeing anything. Lea is leaving. She’s being sent away and something inside of my heart breaks at the thought of not seeing her anymore.

  We won’t have our lockdown late night chats with Oreos and milk. She won’t be around at the family parties for me to harass or to school her on being cool and stop being a bitch to her mom all the fucking time.

  She’s going to be gone and fuck me, I’m going to miss her.

  CHAPTER ONE

  BABY

  SIX YEARS LATER

  Closing my eyes, I bury myself inside of the bitch. She’s warm and wet. If I don’t open my eyes, I can almost imagine that I actually like where I am, at least my cock does. She makes a loud moaning noise that sounds like nails on a chalkboard, ruining the moment.

  Fuck, I really can’t stand her.

  “Baby,” she whimpers as I pound into her cunt harder. When I feel her nails dig into my lower back, I growl and shift to my knees to give her even more of my strength. “Yes,” she hisses, loving the pain.

  Sweat gathers against my forehead and my chest as my back tingles and my balls draw up, moments from coming. Releasing my grip on her waist, I shift one of my hands between us and find her clit, pinching it before I rub my thumb against it, drawing the climax from her faster. I need her to get there so that I can be done with her for another day.

  “Look at me,” she begs.

  She always begs for that and I’ll never fucking give it to her. Not ever. I don’t want her, don’t want any part of her. Chardonnay was forced on me, at least that’s how I feel about the whole situation.

  Grinding my teeth together, I ignore my thoughts of the past and continue to pump away at her until I finally empty my cum inside of the condom at the same time I feel her pussy flutter and squeeze me as she lets out the most obnoxious fucking scream.

  Without wasting a second, I pull out of her, my cock still twitching from its climax. Rolling onto my back, I continue to shift until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling over and my back to the bitch.

  “You can’t hate me forever, Baby,” she announces as the bed moves and dips behind me.

  I feel her cheek press against my back as her arms slide around my waist and I grunt. I can fucking hate her forever and I always will. Choosing to ignore her, I jerk out of her grasp and stand to my feet.

  “Baby,” she sighs.

  Turning around, I finally look at her. She looks sad, and if I thought it was genuine, I would maybe feel bad about always treating her like shit, but she’s not.

  The bitch tried to trap me, tried to force my hand at making her an Old Lady. Fucker of it all, it worked. Tugging the condom from my dick, I toss it into the trash can at the side of the bed.

  “You’re a bitch I fuck when I feel like it. You’re a bitch that sleeps in my bed, not because I want you there, but because you manipulated your way there. You’ll neve
r be my Old Lady. You’ll never be more than a wet hole. Wish you would just fucking go,” I say, not for the first time, not for the tenth or even the hundredth time over the last year.

  “Daddy wouldn’t like to hear you say that,” she states, a gentle reminder and threat all rolled into one.

  “One day I won’t give a fuck about your daddy,” I spit.

  Her lips curve into a wide smile. “Today isn’t that day, Baby. Now, come back to bed. I want more,” she purrs.

  Shaking my head, I let out a bark of laughter. “I am not your whore, bitch.”

  Reaching for my jeans, I tug them up my legs and hips, zipping them before I grab ahold of my cut and slip my arms through. Pulling my boots on, I reach into the pocket on the inside of my cut and grab a joint.