Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

before releasing him.
    Charles opened the door and gestured for Markson to accompany him and William. “Come with us and instruct your men to load a few of the bottles into my car.”
    With a grunt, Markson trailed behind William and Charles to do as ordered.
     
    ***
     
    Back at the gaming club, there was more trouble awaiting Charles and William.
    William and the bartender, Vince, carried the boxes of alcohol into the club though the mundane looking entrance hall. The club was housed in a nondescript building in the Loop area of Chicago. The entryway was plain and simple, one of a simple American apartment with a long corridor that ended at a large set of double doors. Behind those doors was a huge hall, the gaming club.
    The space consisted of one hall with a luxurious Oriental carpet and dim, yellow lamps covering every inch of the fourteen-foot-high ceiling. Tables were scattered about the room where people were gambling, and the center had a living room set-up with twelve black sofas and gilded chess boards. On the right was the bar, which was adorned with shelves that climbed the wall and were lined with bottles of liquor, and a row of barstools were located in front of the bar counter.
    The place was packed tonight, and as William passed the billiard table, he noticed a large group of people surrounding the hold ‘em poker table. He made his way to the crowd just in time to witness a showdown between two men. One, he recognized as Alfred Ravensdale, Ivy’s father and a regular gamer, but he didn’t know the other man. Alfred had just lost the pot. A wave of silent shock went through the crowd, and everyone was inspecting Alfred’s pale face.
    “How much was in the pot?” William asked the dealer.
    “He bet his townhouse, sir,” he answered as he collected the cards and started to shuffle.
    This wasn’t the first time Alfred had lost a valuable asset because he didn’t know when to fold – he was addicted to poker.
    Charles came up behind William and said, “Alfred’s already in major debt with us. This is only increasing his dues. Who let him in?”
    “I don’t know. I just came over to check as well. We need to contain his mess or else he’ll never be able to pay us back. And we need to collect as much cash as possible from him right now. Have one of the bodyguards ensure he doesn’t leave the club. We’ll discuss this in your office later, when the club has quieted down; we don’t need any witnesses,” William suggested and Charles nodded.
    Next, William headed toward the vingt et un table, which was on the other side of the room, and he was completely surprised to find an auburn curled beauty there. For a second, his gaze snapped back to the other side of the hall, toward Alfred. He couldn’t believe Alfred Ravensdale brought his own daughter to the club. While William and Charles never denied any woman access, it rarely happened that an aristocratic lady stepped inside.
    Ivy, wearing a baggy mauve ankle-length dress that didn’t complement her figure, was perched on a stool, playing blackjack with three other men. As always, she wore her hair down.
    Even though William should’ve been furious that she had the audacity to come into his club, that was the furthest thing from his mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he wasn’t the only one. The other players were surreptitiously glancing at her with a glint of sexual interest. For the third time, this woman had completely stunned him, with both her actions and her demeanor. And tonight, she didn’t appear as young as she did before.
    William found himself striding toward Ivy. Standing directly behind her, he braced both hands on the table, caging her in, and spoke in a low voice, close to her ear. “Good evening, Ivy.”
    She froze, then turned her head with infinite slowness since she was trapped between his arms. Her back pressed against his chest, and her wide round eyes betrayed her shock.
    It entered William’s mind that she