𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

` 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 & 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 `

The Series:

A series of (7) books by Rob Thier. A Wattpad and A Published Book. A Historical Fiction & Romance Novel. Action involved.

p r e c i s ;

"𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching.

"𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 - 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes...

𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖: 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

T H I S P A G E <●>

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Follow only if you have read the series. Otherwise this page's content will spoil the book for you.

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E x e r t i o n s :

' 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 '

' 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 '

' 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 '

' 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 '

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"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?'

I had asked her once when the subject had come up.

She had stared at me as if I had been speaking a foreign language, and then given me a sour grimace which was probably supposed to have been a smile.

She had thought I was joking.

Well, here and now was a chance to provide for myself. A real chance. Thoughtfully, I stared at the card again.

Money.

Money to earn for myself. A way to freedom.

'𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓!'

In three long strides he was in front of us. His face was just as unmoving as before, but there was a steely glint in his dark eyes.

'𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌?'

The sergeant turned, and paled as he saw the visage of the much younger man. He took one hand off my arm to salute. My, my. Mr Rikkard Ambrose had to be someone of importance to elicit that kind of reaction from one of London's stoic defenders of the law. I tried to use the opportunity to wrestle free, but immediately the sergeant stopped saluting and clapped his hand around my arm again.

'𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒓 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑺𝒊𝒓!'

he said, trying to stand at attention while not loosening his grip on yours truly.

'𝑼𝒎... 𝑺𝒊𝒓, 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇?'

With a sharp jerk of his hand, Mr Ambrose pointed at me.

"𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎?'

'𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝑺𝒊𝒓.'

Reaching up, the sergeant gripped my top hat and pulled it off, so my chestnut bob cut was freed and tumbled downwards.

A m b r o s e

" 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 "

" 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 "