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  Defiant Queen

  Meghan March

  Contents

  Defiant Queen

  Copyright

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  Also by Meghan March

  About This Book

  1. Mount

  2. Mount

  3. Mount

  4. Keira

  5. Mount

  6. Keira

  7. Mount

  8. Keira

  9. Mount

  10. Keira

  11. Mount

  12. Keira

  13. Mount

  14. Keira

  15. Mount

  16. Keira

  17. Mount

  18. Keira

  19. Keira

  20. Mount

  21. Mount

  22. Keira

  23. Mount

  24. Keira

  25. Mount

  26. Keira

  27. Mount

  28. Keira

  29. Mount

  30. Keira

  31. Mount

  32. Keira

  33. Mount

  34. Mount

  35. Keira

  36. Mount

  37. Keira

  38. Keira

  39. Mount

  40. Keira

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  Also by Meghan March

  Defiant Queen

  Book Two of the Mount Trilogy

  Meghan March

  Copyright

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  Also by Meghan March

  Mount trilogy

  Ruthless King

  Defiant Queen

  Sinful Empire

  Standalone

  Take Me Back

  Bad Judgment

  Beneath Series:

  Beneath This Ink

  Beneath These Chains

  Beneath These Scars

  Beneath These Lies

  Beneath These Shadows

  Beneath The Truth

  Flash Bang Series:

  Flash Bang

  Hard Charger

  Dirty Billionaire Trilogy:

  Dirty Billionaire

  Dirty Pleasures

  Dirty Together

  Dirty Girl Duet:

  Dirty Girl

  Dirty Love

  Real Duet:

  Real Good Man

  Real Good Love

  Real Dirty Duet:

  Real Dirty

  Real Sexy

  About This Book

  I’m his entertainment. His toy. Payment on a debt.

  I tell myself I hate him, but every time he walks into the room, my body betrays me. How can I want him and fear him in the same moment?

  They told me he’d mess with my head. Make it go to war with my body.

  But I didn’t realize it would be complete anarchy.

  I should’ve known better. When Mount’s involved, there are no rules.

  I will not surrender. I will not show weakness. I’ll stand my ground and make it out of this bargain with my heart and soul intact.

  But he has other plans . . .

  Defiant Queen is the second book in the Mount Trilogy and should be read following Ruthless King.

  Mount

  Thirty years earlier

  A dark, creepy feeling, like I’d walked over someone’s grave, slithered down my spine as the girl climbed the broken front steps of the porch with the social worker. The thin blonde clutched a black trash bag to her chest as they came through the ripped screen door. I didn’t have to be a genius to guess that everything she owned was inside.

  Me and my trash bag had moved fourteen times in the last nine years. I couldn’t remember how many times I was passed around before that. My first memory was my stomach gnawing on itself, so I’d begged for more dinner and my foster dad had backhanded me across the face. I was four, or so they told me. It was hard to keep track when you never saw candles on a birthday cake because you ain’t never had one.

  I’d bet if Mrs. Holiday was still alive, I would’ve got one, maybe even every year, but she got real sick and they moved me to a new house after six months when it was clear she wasn’t gonna make it long and couldn’t take care of us. First time I’d ever felt like someone wanted me. First time someone let me pick out my own clothes at a store. First time someone asked what I wanted for dinner. First time I ever felt like I had a real mom. All that did was make it harder when she was gone. It taught me to never get attached to anything or anyone in this life because there was nothing good down that road.

  Every house before and after hers were different versions of the same old shit. You weren’t one of their real kids; you were the paycheck they didn’t do nothing to earn. Barely fed you. Lucky if you got a toothbrush from some of them. And clothes? Whatever the church donated or maybe what the real kids grew out of. Nothing new, that was for damn sure.

  The undershirt I was wearing right now was more stained than white, and when I caught it on a chain-link fence earlier this week and ripped a hole in it, Jerry shoved me up against the side of the house and whipped off his belt to teach me a lesson, something he liked to do a few times a week, especially after he’d finished a six-pack and had a few smokes.

  Mean drunks weren’t nothing new either. I could spot them at a hundred yards now.

  If Jerry didn’t have a foot and a hundred fifty pounds on me, I would’ve hit him back the first time he pulled that belt free. Well, that, and knowing that if I got kicked out of this house, there was no one to protect Destiny. She was only six, but I saw the way Jerry looked at her. It wasn’t right, so I did my best to stick as close to her as I could.

  More times than not, I sneaked out of my room at night and slept in front of her door, just to make sure he didn’t try nothing. I didn’t trust that piece of shit as far as I could throw him, and with that fat fuck, it wasn’t far.

  “We’re so excited to be able to place Destiny and her sister together, finally. Everyone, say hi to Hope,” the social worker said, as much hope in her voice as the girl’s name. She didn’t
get that there was no hope in this house, even with her here.

  No hope in the whole fucked-up system.

  Destiny’s short, skinny legs flew across the room as she threw herself at the girl’s waist while Jerry and his wife, Dixie, and their son, Jerry Jr., watched from a few feet away. He didn’t get real close anymore. Probably because Jerry and Dixie only let me shower once a week. Saving on the water bill, or so they said.

  When the new girl dropped the trash bag to hug her little sister, Jerry ran his tongue over his teeth, eyeing her like she was one of those thick steaks he brought home from the butcher to cook only for himself.

  Lead settled in my gut when I realized she was older than I thought, despite being so small. Probably older than me. She already had tits, and definitely wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Jerry couldn’t take his eyes off those tits of hers, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

  If the way he looked at Destiny wasn’t right, the way he looked at Hope was downright fucked up. I’d found his porno mags stuffed into a box in the lean-to where he thought no one would see them. He liked them young and blond, and I wanted to yell at the social worker to take both girls and get them as far away from this house as possible.

  But I knew what’d happen if I shot my mouth off. I’d be the one who got booted, and there wouldn’t be no one to protect either of them from Jerry.

  “Missed you so much,” Hope whispered to Destiny as she dropped to her knees on the dirty linoleum floor. They hugged long and hard before Hope looked up to take in the rest of us.

  Jerry stepped forward first, of course. His gut strained against his white tank top as he held out his arms. “I’m your new daddy, Hope. Welcome home.”

  Hope’s eyes widened, and she looked behind him until she caught sight of me. Like recognized like. She knew I wasn’t one of the real kids. I shook my head just an inch to give her the warning.

  I had to give the girl credit—she was quick on picking up signals, which blew, because that meant she’d been through shit that would make me go ballistic.

  She kept Destiny hugged to her side and did one of those side-pat things with Jerry, but that bastard was persistent. He squeezed both girls in a hug.

  “Feels like our little family’s complete now.”

  Dixie gave her a nod. She didn’t say much, probably because she spent as much of the day as possible drinking from a Sprite two-liter bottle. Except there were no bubbles in it, and when she passed out on the couch for the first time after I moved in, I’d twisted the lid off to take a swig.

  Vodka.

  Should I know that shit at thirteen? Probably not, but I didn’t have the luxury of a childhood. Plus, she was always busy covering up the bruises Jerry left on her the mornings after those nights he turned the record player up real loud in their room.

  Maybe it was wrong, but since I was already pretty sure I was going to hell since my last foster mom’s favorite nickname for me was “spawn of Satan,” I was glad of those nights. It meant there was less chance he’d make a move on Destiny.

  But Hope? Fuck, Hope meant trouble.

  Jerry released them both after the awkwardly long embrace. The social worker was still beaming about her accomplishment of reuniting siblings.

  “Well, I’ll leave y’all to get better acquainted.” She looked at Dixie. “You know the drill. Nothing new.”

  Jerry laughed, and the bottom of his shirt lifted so his gut hung over his pants. “Nothing but a bump back up in that check we get every month, you mean.”

  The social worker’s smile dimmed a few watts, but she nodded. “Of course.” She looked down at the two girls, but focused mostly on the new girl. “You have my number if you need to talk about anything for any reason. I hope you enjoy your new home, and I’m so glad you and Destiny are finally together again.”

  “She’s gonna love it,” Jerry said.

  As soon as the social worker drove away, Jerry wrapped his sausage-like fingers around Hope’s forearm. “I’ll show ya your new room. You’ll be right next to me and Dixie.”

  “I can share with Destiny,” Hope said. “It’s no bother. I don’t need my own room.”

  Jerry ran his tongue over his teeth again. “You’re too old to be sharing a room. We got plenty. Come on and don’t argue.”

  That slimy, creepy feeling grew as Jerry dragged her up the stairs, probably headed to the room vacated by another foster kid before Destiny and I showed up within a few days of each other.

  From what Jerry Jr. said, that one was a girl too. He was only seven, so he couldn’t tell me why she moved on, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

  Hope’s blue eyes, the exact match of Destiny’s, locked on me as the trash bag slapped against every step. I saw the fear. She knew she’d just walked into a keg of gunpowder, just waiting for a spark to explode in her face.

  I didn’t break her stare until they turned the corner at the top of the steps, but I vowed in that moment that if that fat fuck touched her . . . all bets were off.

  Hope slept in Destiny’s room instead of her own for the first week because Destiny cried whenever Hope left her sight.

  Jerry’d had enough of it now. He was drunk and pissed tonight as he slammed his fist on the counter hard enough to make the cheap dishes rattle.

  “You stop being a little crybaby. Hope ain’t goin’ nowhere, and she’s sleepin’ in her own damn room tonight whether you like it or not.”

  I’d barely slept all week because I didn’t trust him. I was starting to feel drunk from the lack of it, and my schoolwork, which I didn’t bother much with anyway, was worse than ever. I’d spent more time in the principal’s office than in class since I started at this school. But they expected that from me, from all of us kids in the system. It was like they knew we were set up to fail from day one, so why even try.

  All we were was crap.

  For me, it was the truth. At least the way I was told, my ma had left me on the stairs of a church in the Quarter and a nun found me, covered in my own shit.

  It was a pretty fitting start to how my life had gone. The stain of what I was, who I was, followed me everywhere I went.

  Sometimes I wondered if my mama had bothered to name me herself before she left me, but it didn’t matter. The only name I’d had was the one the nun gave me—Michael. Just as generic as the rest of the bible names they give the thrown-away kids.

  “No! Want my sissy!” Destiny cried.

  Jerry grabbed her by her thin arm and hauled her closer while reaching for his belt buckle with the other hand. “You want to cry? I’ll give you something to cry about.”

  Hope dropped to her knees in front of her sister, putting her at eye level with Jerry’s crotch. “It’s okay, Desi. I’ll just be a couple rooms away. I’ll still be here in the morning when you wake up. I’m not letting them split us up again. I promise.”

  That promise told me Hope hadn’t been in the system as long as I’d thought. If she had, she’d know better than to make any promises. They were all bound to get broken.

  Jerry kept his hold on Destiny and his belt buckle, but his attention shifted to Hope. Or rather, down Hope’s shirt.

  Someone needed to buy the girl a bra, but I guaranteed she wouldn’t be getting one from Jerry.

  “See, your sister knows how to behave like a good girl.” He ran his tongue across his teeth inside his mouth. “Real good.”

  I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping again tonight.

  Jerry waited until Destiny was asleep and Dixie had passed out in the living room before he made his move. My eyelids were dragged down by what felt like a ton of bricks, but as soon as the old wooden floors creaked, I knew he was on the move.

  My blood pumped harder, faster, as I slid out of my doorway and skipped the creaking boards I’d memorized within days of my arrival. Moving silently had its advantages.

  The hinges on the door, long since needing oil, squeaked as he pushed it open.

  He went toward Hope’s bed, a
nd from my position behind him, I saw her bolt up and clutch the covers to her chest like she’d held that trash bag.

  Jerry lunged for her, slapping a hand over her mouth. “Don’t you fucking scream, or I’ll make paying your dues even more taxing, girl.”

  Hope fought against him, but he shredded her threadbare shirt down the front and her tiny tits fell free. He reached for one and squeezed. His other hand disappeared.

  “Get ready to pay your rent, girl. Your sister’s too. Unless you want me to take from her. Bet she cries just as pretty as you.”

  Rage boiled in my empty belly, and I had to force back the urge to puke at his words. He didn’t deserve to live.

  With the Louisville slugger he’d bought Jerry Jr. for Little League over my shoulder, I flexed my hands, adjusting my grip. I’d take an evil life to save an innocent soul any day of the week.

  Jerry ripped back the covers all the way as I stepped through the doorway.