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I pulled up to my uncle\u2019s estate in Kentucky and spotted my pops\u2019 car in the driveway. Taiwan had taken his ass home to his new wife after twenty missed calls. It was just me and Saint, my driver, and I told him to stay with the car before I got out. The housekeeper opened the door before I knocked. \u201cMorning, Mr. Grimson. They\u2019re in the study.\u201d I nodded and walked past her.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been inside this house a hundred times, holidays, sit-downs, but today was different, and everybody in the house was going to feel that before I left. I wasn\u2019t here to talk. I was here to establish something. Call it a conversation if that made it easier to swallow. I didn\u2019t care what a nigga called it. I could already hear them in the back sitting room, my father\u2019s voice smooth, Tommy\u2019s carrying that bourbon-and-smoke weight that used to register as authority when I was young.<\/p>\n

But now that shit had my Spidey senses tingling. I didn\u2019t trust this fool as far as I could throw him. I stood in the doorway for a second before either of them noticed me, just watching. Tommy leaned back in his chair like a man with nothing on his conscience, glass in hand, telling my father something that had him nodding slowly. Just seeing him irritated me. The nodding stopped when Pops saw me. \u201cSon.\u201d He straightened. \u201cPops.\u201d Tommy turned, and that big smile came out.<\/p>\n

The man had been running it on people his whole life. He pushed up from the chair like he was about to embrace me, but I stopped him. I wasn\u2019t here for any of that. \u201cLesley. Come on in. Sit down, drink with your uncle.\u201d I walked in and stayed standing.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by C. Monet All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

Formatted with Vellum OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Synopsis 1. Lesley 2. Colecion 3. Lesley 4. Lesley 5. Lesley 6. Colecion 7. Colecion 8. Lesley 9. Colecion 10. Lesley 11. Colecion 12. Lesley 13. Colecion 14. Lesley 15. Colecion 16. Lesley 17. Lesley 18. Colecion 19. Lesley 20. Lesley 21. Colecion 22. Epilogue Author\u2019s Note OceanofPDF.com Colecion Outlaw has survival figured out.<\/p>\n

She built her business from nothing, keeps her circle small, and stopped expecting people to stay a long time ago. Love isn’t something she’s against, she just knows better than to build anything on a foundation that can walk out the door. She wants to be chosen. Genuinely, deliberately chosen.<\/p>\n

She’s just never met anyone who made her believe they meant it. Then, one night in a basement, everything changes. Lesley Grimson takes over his family\u2019s empire, and from across a crowded dining room, he sees her. Smells her. When the night goes sideways and she ends up somewhere she shouldn’t be, witnessing something she can\u2019t unsee, he doesn’t see a problem. He sees an opportunity.<\/p>\n

Marriage is his solution. Practical, clean, airtight. She gets protection. He gets her silence. That\u2019s what he tells everyone, including himself. What he doesn\u2019t say is that he\u2019d already made up his mind about Colecion Outlaw before the ink dried on anything. What follows is a woman waiting for the other shoe to drop and a man determined to prove he’s not going anywhere.<\/p>\n

A forced arrangement becoming the one thing neither of them knew how to ask for. Survival turning into something neither of them planned on. Love.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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