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  THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

  Misha Anderson

  Translated by Luciana

  “THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN”

  Written By Misha Anderson

  Copyright © 2017 Misha Anderson

  All rights reserved

  Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

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  Translated by Luciana

  Cover Design © 2017 MK Designer

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

  OWN

  SUMMARY

  PREAMBLE | THE STRAGGLERS | Book 2 | OWN

  HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  PROLOGUE | HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 2 | HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 3 | HUNTER

  CHAPTER 4 | MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 5 | HUNTER

  CHAPTER 6 | MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 7 | HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 8 | MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 9 | MAGGIE

  HUNTER

  CHAPTER 10 | HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 11 | MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 12 | HUNTER

  CHAPTER 13 | HUNTER

  CHAPTER 14 | MAGGIE

  HUNTER

  CHAPTER 15 | MAGGIE

  HUNTER

  CHAPTER 16 | HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  CHAPTER 17

  HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  “I had to leave early to solve some serious problems with Adam, later I’ll get you at the clinic. Take care, kisses, baby.” | Your Big Guy

  CHAPTER 18 | HUNTER

  CHAPTER 19 | MAGGIE

  HUNTER

  CHAPTER 20 | HUNTER

  TWO WEEKS LATER | MAGGIE

  EPILOGUE | HUNTER VAUGH

  BONUS CHAPTER | THE STRAGGLERS | BOOK 3: CARE | A FIRST LOOK: CONNOR VAUGH & LUNA AGNELLI | CONNOR VAUGH

  PROLOGUE | CONNOR

  CHAPTER 1 | CONNOR

  LUNA

  THE STRAGGLERS

  OWN

  Misha Anderson

  Cover: MK Capas

  Illustration: Mia Klein

  Revision: Sabryne Cunha de Matos

  Kindle Diagramation: Danieli Hautequest

  1st Edition

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  It is prohibit the distribution or reproduction of any part of this body of work without the written consent of the author.

  THANKS - ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I thank God and my hunter of joys, for making my dreams come true.

  In memoriam of the lideres of my pack, my mother and father, Elite de Souza Siva e Osvaldo Leônidas da Silva, who conducted me with mastery through the road of life till it was possible.

  To Elize Souza, my suster and friend around the clock, the anchor that brings me back from the deepest end of this parallel universe that is writing and brings me back to real life.

  To my husband, Vivaldo Bomfim, for the companionship and understanding that these “exciting wolves” only exist in my imagination.

  To my puppies, Pieta e Pierre, for understanding that my aspirations and my feelings, thank you for your wisdom.

  To Adriana Pinheiro, bookseller and book lover, my thanks for the propagation of my work and the untiring support.

  To my dears “species”, a group of fantastic readers, voracious and demanding, who made me always want to do my best.

  To my friends readers, my partners in this crazy journey that is reading, Wattpad and Amazon wouldn’t be the same without you.

  And with all my affection, to my Editor in Chief, the genius Christiane Spezzaferro, from SPZ Editora, for believing I could and for always conducting me forward and beyond.

  LYCANTHROPY

  It’s the ability or curse that makes a human turn into a wolf. Greek Mythology tells stories such as Lycaon or Damarchus from Parrhasia.

  Lycaon (Greek: Λυκάων) in Greek mythology was the son of Pelasgus (king of Arcadia), the first mythic king of Arcadia. In Pausanias (geographer), Lycaon was king of Arcadia at the same time that Cecrops I was king of Athens. He was really adored by his people, because he had abandoned the wild life he had had in the past and had became knowledge and very a religious man.

  Lycaon founded the city of Lycosura, one of the oldest of Greece and in it he created an altar to Zeus, but his beloved religiosity took him to perform human sacrifice, what denigrated his position. He got to the point of sacrificing all foreigners who got to his home, violating the consecrated law of hospitality.

  Disapproving these abominable acts, Zeus, god of gods, made himself into a traveler and became a guest in Lycaon’s palace. Lycaon prepared himself to sacrifice him, as he had done to other in the name of his religiosity. However, warned by some divine signs he wanted to make sure his guest wasn’t a god as his feared subjects were saying. For that he ordered to cook the flesh of a slave and serve ir to Zeus. Enraged, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a wolf and, for being witness of such cruelty, he set fire to his palace.

  Lycaon was father of a number of sons, around fifty. Lycaon’s sons were as cruel as their father and became famous for their insolence and their crimes.

  Soon it was known of the barbarie Lycaon’s son were committing, Zeus disguised himself as an old beggar and went to the house of Lycaon to confirm the rumors.

  The young princes had the audacity to murder their own brother Nyctimus and serve his entrails mixed with animals to their guest. Upon discovering the cruelty, Zeus enraged transformed all of them in wolves, banishing them.

  OWN

  Being in possession of; have something yours, take possession of. Have sexual or intense relationship with someone. To dominate, submit.

  SUMMARY

  TITLE

  CREDITS

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  LYCANTROPY

  OWM

  SUMMARY

  PREAMBLE

  HUNTER

  MAGGIE

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER15

  CHAPTER16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  EPILOGUE

  BONUS HAPTER

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  PREAMBLE

  THE STRAGGLERS

  Book 2

  OWN

  HUNTER

  I have a feeling there’s a heavy metal band playing only in my head, I open my eyes very slowly and light hits my iris like a thousand needles.

  With difficulty I sit on the bed and look around, two naked women sleep entangled together and I make and effort to remind me how did I end up here. This is not my bedroom, I drag myself to the edge of the bed and I get up, stretching myself. The sheet falls off and I hear one of them whistling, provoking me.

  “What a tasty little ass, right, Sickle?”

  I smile ratter yellow and get the sheet from the floor, covering myself again.

  Oh my, please, give me a hand, I just need to know the name, what are these women’s names?

  ‘Dear’, I better call them that, is sweet and I won’t betray myself saying the wrong name.

  “Hey, dear, I’ll take a shower.”
/>   “I’m waking up Paige, could you pay us now, tasty?”

  I go towards my pants on the couch and I trip on a bunch of empty whisky and champagne bottles on the floor.

  “Sure, just give me a minute, how much, how much...

  How can I ask how much I settle the night for with her, without seeming vulgar?

  “We deserve an extra for being able to take you whole, but if you don’t have it five hundred dollars will do and we don’t say anything else.”

  I counted eight hundred and gave it to her before going to take a shower. The one called Paige woke up with her mascara stained face, looking like a panda bear. They got dressed quickly and Paige threw me a kiss before closing the door, licking her thick lips, drawn by some kind of plastic surgery.

  I take a cold shower and dress slowly because of the migraine that’s fucking with my day.

  Did I say fucking with my day? It wouldn’t be the migraine doing that but, Calvin calls my cellphone insistingly, till I answer it and hear him screaming like a mad man on the other side of the line.

  “Sickle, what the fuck did you do, man?”

  If I know everything I had done, I could risk it defending myself, but my mind got stuck on the moment I went through the front of a restaurant and saw Pamela, my ex fiancé, swallowing the mouth of my biggest enemy, a kiss worth of a magazine cover.

  I need to stop thinking about it, words have power, did I say magazine cover? Newspapers? Yes, that was what I told Calvin, that Pamela was fucking Snake in a a newspaper-front-page-kiss, Calvin yell hallucinating, making me very awake.

  “It wasn’t just her on the newspaper front page, I have my hands on today’s edition of the New York Times, with your picture on the it, drunk as a skunk, dancing only in your underwear in a nightclub. I’m out Sickle, if you don’t do something to solve your drinking problem, I’m going to leave you alone, man. Since you have been suspended from UFC, you’re doing shit after shit, do your brothers know you’re sinking this way? Do you think the old man Jeremiah would be happy to see his son being defeated by alcohol like this?”

  My brothers, my parents, I think about them, this shit I’m burying myself in deeper everything and the knot in my throat that stops me of telling Calvin, I finish our conversation, murmuring in a low voice:

  “I”ll solve this, today I’ll fix my life, Calvin.”

  A long pause on the phone silences the place and Calvin sighs saying, “I hope, man, before being your manager, I’m your friend, remember that, Hunter.”

  MAGGIE

  “Yeah, like this, Fred, fuck me faster, faster, you tasty whore.”

  I slowly open the apartment door I share with my fiancé and I slowly walk down the hall thinking I have heard too much.

  It wasn’t Fred’s name I’ve just heard, or was it? And these sounds I hear coming from the bedroom, are they moans? My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus.

  Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe.

  “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.”

  Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicable.

  “Please, Maggie, let me explain, I drank, I don’t know what came up of me.”

  The big breasted blondie gets her latex outfit on the floor, dresses herself quickly, complaining, “I didn’t come here to witness a couple arguing, could you pay us now, so we could leave and you two can get a long?”

  Fred and I get along? Never more.

  Before leaving the apartment, I told Fred, “Leave my key with the doorman and never look for me, understood, Fred?”

  Three weeks later, I sold my apartment in California and bought Pet Save, a veterinarian clinic in Portland, the city my mother was born in.

  Six months went by flying since I had dived into work and I had no time to think about my life. I think I can count on my fingers the number of times I went out with my new friends. Fred’s betrayal still depresses me, sometimes I cry curdle up on bed, hugging an old stuffed bear, with its eyes patched back. There are certain things in life that we can’t patch it back, a broken heart is one of them. It has been four years dedicating my life to a relationship I had bet all my chips on it and to realized I had been fucked over it was hard, really difficult to swallow.

  Janet, Latoya, Tiffany, Rebeca and Penelope made a girls night, and I went on not to be the boring one of the group. They set it up at a new bar near downtown Portland, Sickle Bar, or Hunter’s bar, like everyone called it.

  I get to the bar with the girls and tonight is ballad night, which is terrible, in the depressing state I’m in listening to romantic songs it’s the same thing as shooting my own foot, pure torture.

  A huge guy passes by our table and asks if we are being well served. Very tall, slightly tanned, short black hair, dark eyes and full, plump lips. There’s nothing smooth or harmonious in his face, his traces were hard and viril, but not even the two little scars, one on his chin and another one on the eyebrow were able to take away that man’s beauty. The strong face and muscle in a way that hit was impossible not to look at him. He smiles with the corner of his mouth, in a way kind if dirty way that made me hold my breath for a few seconds.

  One word, just a thought hammered my head while he went away, parading his well shaped ass in jeans involving it perfectly.

  TEMPTATION... And I’m running away from some kind of provocation like this, that’s why it’s better not to look.

  He goes on to the pool table and talk to a few clients, Penelope whisper in my ear, making me embarrassed:

  “Hunter, his name is Hunter Vaugh, he’s the owner of this bar, close your mouth Maggie, you almost drooled after he went by our table.”

  “Me? No, that’s what you think, I thought I knew him from somewhere else.”

  Penny laughed throwing her head back.

  “Only if it’s from planet orgasm! Because it’s the only thing I think of when I look at that man, he could be that hot on my bed, and the voice, what a voice?” He looks like some hot action movie star, ah! I know! His voice sounds like Vin Diesel’s, only even more yummy, ah, my panties, I think they’re soaked.”

  “Stop it, Penny, you’re engaged, Andrew wouldn’t like a bit to hear you complimenting the big guy like that.”

  “If I had the luck of grabbing that man, I would never let him escape me.”

  He goes from the pool table, to the bar and our eyes cross.

  For a few minutes, I allow myself to be a woman again and I openly flirt with this beautiful specimen of man in front of me. After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine.

  Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION... Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

  PROLOGUE

  HUNTER

  “The Sickle” was crowded tonight, with all kinds of people. My idea, at first, was to have a bikers bar, but I won’t throw clients out just because they are not coloring books, just like most of my tattooed friends, or because they enjoy country music instead of rock music.

  I look around me and I think, where damn Lupita is when we fucking need her most? The counter is full of orders and right now, she decides to go over the pool table.

  Tonight is Black Music night, but it plays everything. It’s the only bar around where patrons can have a cold Budweiser, watch NFL games, and pick some sappy song on the jukebox. Besides being able to taste a delicious rare steak a la Hunter.

  On a corner table a bachelorette party was takin
g place. Imagine a bunch of noisy, drunk and hot women... Ah, my god, focus, focus, on work, but it had been sometime I haven’t found a women to fuck with my mind.

  Soon enough I’m going to get the same nickname as Adam, my older brother, “Mr. Wanker”.

  But, honestly, I’m not in the mood for empty conquests, fake boobs and shrill women moans I won’t even know the name the next day. I need some time to put my head on its place.

  I’m in a shitty phase in my life, so many changes, I make a huge effort to adapt to this little tranquil town, crazy to go back to the road, to go back to fights.

  Now the noisy women from the bachelorette party are on the dance floor between little screams of incentive and dancing around the pole.

  A small figure dances in the middle of the floor, eyes closes, wearing a provoking small white lace dress. Her brown skin contrasted with the whiteness of the delicate fabric, that waves with the swing of her hips, from one side to the other, as if she was rubbing herself against an imaginary male only she could only see.

  The dark and short hair with irregular side bangs over her eyes make her look like a girl. I still hadn’t seen her with her eyes open, but I think they must be beautiful.

  A fellow that loves creating chaos put his hand on her waits and she turned surprisingly fast, twisting the guys fingers and making him scream with pain.

  “No touching, sucker, let me enjoy my night.”

  I jump from behind the counter and go straight to them, deciding what’s the best option. I decide that grabbing Paul by his neck it’s not going to be something nice to do in my own bar.

  “Paul, get out of here and let the girls have fun.”

  Lupita runs by with a tray and the unknown provocateur gets a tequila shot, I look back to the counter and an immense force just keeps me standing still, my feet stuck on the floor and my eyes staring her.

  Till she turns her face to look me and I’m hit as if I was punched on the stomach.

  Her eyes were of a malte brown, so crystal like, hot, just like the shade of her burgundy red lipstick, pure fire!