A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) Read Online Free

nice part of town, the nicest part really. My family money had allowed me to purchase the penthouse of a thirty story residential tower tucked up near the mountains.
    I had a three hundred and sixty degree view from those mountains to the city lights below.
    I roared the Harley through the garage doors as they opened and down into my own private parking deep beneath the city streets.
    I pulled into a space at the bike end of the garage, my Harley collection rivaling that of any biker’s fantasy, and killed the engine.
    “This is it, darlin,” I said and pulled my helmet off.
    She slid off the bike behind me and said, “Where is this?”
    “My place, I can’t take you back to yours until Lee and his crew are taken care of. There’s no way you’d be safe.”
    “I’ll be find, my parents will worry about me.”
    “Text them and let them know you’ve got a late night at the hospital or something.”
    I laughed, “My mom doesn’t text.”
    “Then call, do whatever you need to do, but you’re staying with me.”
    “Here?” she asked, looking around. “I didn’t bring anything.”
    “I’ve got extras,” I told her. “My guest room is fully stocked. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be that guy.”
    “What guy?” she asked on our way to the elevator.
    “The guy who drags you up to his place and has his way with you,” I replied as we got in. I hit the penthouse button and she laughed.
    “What if I want you to be that guy?”
    “Then I’d say you don’t know what you’re talking about. That guy is a pig, who would use you and abuse you and send you packing,” I said.
    “So you’re saying you wouldn’t use or abuse me?” she asked hesitantly, glancing nervously up at me.
    “I might use you and abuse you,” I told her, hooking my finger under her chin and bringing her face up to see me. “But you would enjoy every minute of it, darlin.”
    “Would you send me packing?” she asked, her face fierce and defiant, daring me to say it.
    “If we got to that point, I would never let you go.”
    She tilted her face towards me, wanting a kiss.
    I leaned over her, wanting to kiss her so badly my cock ached for it, for the simple touch of her lips on mine.

Chapter Six
Dominick
     
    The elevator stopped and the door slid open, ending the moment before it began.
    Thankfully.
    If I went down that road with Linden, I knew it wouldn’t end well. I had too many enemies for it to end well.
    We stepped through the foyer to my apartment and I heard her gasp.
    Linden was so reserved and seemed so self possessed that I often forgot the place she came from, where she’d grown up.
    She had class that many women from money even lacked. Education, schooling, socializing, none of it could buy you the kind of poise that Linden carried.
    She’d probably never been in something like this, such a beautiful and expensive suite, and I’d forgotten that.
    “You like?” I asked, shrugging out of my jacket and tossing it on a chair nearby.
    “This is all yours?” she asked in a breathy tone. “Jesus, Dom, I knew you had money but this is like fucking rich bastard kind of money.”
    “My family was wealthy, you must have heard of the Carters around town. You know, Carter Towers down in the financial district?”
    “I never made the connection for some reason. I never thought that such rich folks would be involved in shit like running guns or strip clubs. Shouldn’t you be on a golf course somewhere making back end business deals with your father’s cronies? Or in some frat house at Harvard, stuffing hundred dollar bills in some stripper’s G-string?”
    “That kind of thing bores me, darlin,” I grinned at her and took her backpack, setting it on a table in the entrance of my penthouse. “And to be honest, I’d rather be involved in the kinds of things that make fast cash off the books. Paying taxes makes me break out in hives, and my father’s cronies are as boring as shit.”
    “So you don’t need to do the