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  Mistaken Identity

  Amy-Beth

  Copyright © 2014 Amy-Beth

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication is to be used or transmitted in any form or by any other means. Fail to do so will result in an angry Author.

  This is a work of Fiction and any names, characters, places and incidents resembling persons past, present or future is strictly coincidental and unintentional.

  Ownership of this novel is protected by copyright and belongs to the author.

  Cover By Rivonia Chetty

  DEDICATION

  Dedicated to all my girls in Book Sluts and Total Book Addicts, you gave me the inspiration to conquer my dreams.

  To Paul (my Bailey) Thank You for giving me something to write, with your craziness and love.

  To all of you who are dreamers, always shoot for the stars!

  CONTENTS

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Wow what a crazy couple of months it’s been to get this book finally written and out here to you all.

  It’s means so much to me that you have given my work a chance, I would say I am sorry for the cliffy but I’d be lying. You won’t have to wait too long though as book 2 is in the process of being written.

  I would just like to thank YOU! My readers who are amazing and supportive everyday, you are what keep me going on. A huge thank you to Rivonia Chetty who created my fab book cover that I am in love with! As soon as I received it I wanted to share with the world.

  To my P.A Lisa Walker who kept me level headed and pushed to get book 1 done and to stay off FB (it is an addiction after all) Sweetie you have been amazing and I thank you so much.

  To Hayley Barlow where some of my work was tested on her reaction, I am so sorry it was always Harry’s POV I shared. I also would like to give Author Raine Storm a huge thank you, he pushed me through it. Even when I had writers block, he kept me going and the laughs we had when I sent teasers first thing in a morning.

  All the girls at Book Sluts and Total Book Addicts, the fun and laughter we have gets to me every time. If I ever felt stressed out or emotional you were all their for me. I consider you all family and I dedicate my book to you all.

  To Author Sandi Lynn, thank you for giving me The Forever Trilogy, because of them I was able to find my love of writing again. Of course the other men you write about I truly love, however as you know Connor Black is my favourite.

  Also to Alannah Carbonneau and Katie Stead THANK YOU for helping me to get it to perfect, making me apply myself to make it clear and sexy. <3 you ladies <3

  Once again a HUGE heartfelt THANK YOU to each and every one of you, I cannot describe how I am feeling at this moment right now.

  Come and say hello to me, like I said earlier I am ALWAYS on Facebook I will always answer your questions xxxx

  Prologue

  Six Years Earlier

  “Morgan what are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself child,” mother scolds me as I climb the cliff front, I don’t see what her problem is I am perfectly safe.

  “Mum, seriously I’m fine, I am not going to come to any harm I promise”

  As I looked down to where my mum stood on the beach, a dark car drove towards her fast, “What the fuck! MUM MOVE!!!!!!!!” I shout as the car gets closer to her. I jump from where I was hanging off the cliff face as my mum dives out the way of the black Mercedes. I straighten myself up off the ground turning to look towards my mum, I check to see if she is ok.

  Pain rises in my head as I see spots appear in front of my eyes before darkness sucks me in, what the fuck just happened?

  Darkness that’s what surrounds me, pure darkness and a sickening eerie feeling, something isn't right, my throat feels like it’s been cut to ribbons, my body’s bruised as if I've been through five rounds with some heavyweight MMA fighter.

  Trying not to panic I ease myself off the ground to gather my bearings, all I can make out is the mattress I’m currently sat on and the door with the tiniest crack of light coming through it.

  “Where the hell am I? I scream to whoever maybe listening to me.

  “Where’s my MUM! Why am I here?”

  Questions I want answered, but with no reply I collapse, exhausted, on the mattress, silent tears rolling down my cheek as I wonder why I am here. I don’t say boo to a ghost and I always do as I’m told. Hell, I’ve never even spoken to a boy, I just don’t get it.

  Chapter One

  Morgan

  (Present Day)

  Silence that’s all I hear, it’s dark and smells of stale piss, I’m sick of waking up in this place. I’ve been here for six years, six fucking years and no one has found me. Six fucking years of hating everyone for leaving me here, hating everyone who ignores my pleas for help. Six fucking years of nothing but his stale cigarette breath whispering into my ear telling me what he plans to do next, why no one will save me and how I am his and his alone.

  I curl up on the mattress that’s on the floor of my dark room, listening to every sound around me, I haven’t settled, I haven’t even let myself believe this is my end. I know someone is there waiting for me, coming to save me, I just don't know who and I don’t know when.

  I’ve gone from the once shy and awkward young girl to a young women who fights back when times have gotten tough in here. There have been times when Harry really thought he could break me, but I’ve got stronger there was no other choice. It was tearing me apart all the emotional baggage I was dealing with, Harry is one nasty son of a bitch.

  Bailey has been here every step of the way and as much as I think he is a prick at times, there is just something about him that makes being here so much easier to deal with. Yeah it wasn't all plain sailing at first I’ve not gone completely mad, there were times I was ready to kick his arse. He wasn't happy he had to be my “baby-sitter” I swear I have never heard anyone moan as much as he did that first time. He glared at me all night sulking and mumbling to himself, as Harry’s son he didn't understand why he was being punished. Smiling to myself as I think of Bailey, that boy… No wait Man he’s all man. He would make the knickers of a Saint fall down and turn the most butch lesbian into a drooling school girl.

  There was one person I thought would get me out of here, but he left me three years ago. He promised I would have been out of here well before now. Promises are made to be broken I guess, sighing as I lay on my back and stare up at the ceiling. Both boys are on my mind tonight, I miss them dearly considering all the shit I’ve had to deal with in here. They both have been there for me in some sort of way, one more than the other.

  Chapter Two

  Wyatt

  (Six Years Earlier)

  I have been sat waiting and listening
for Summer to wake up, it’s been three days already and not one peep out of her. I have been in to check on her, just to make sure she’s ok and still breathing. My uncle had done a number on her when he went to collect his little prize.

  What a dick he is, thinking whatever is mine is his. He has no idea who he is messing with but I will bide my time, revenge is a dish best served cold.

  “Wyatt!”

  “Lord Almighty above give me strength” I mutter to myself.

  “Yes, uncle, you called” I sneered back.

  “Boy, it would do you some good to remember who I am and what I do. I demand respect from you, just because your family doesn't mean I won’t put a bullet straight through your head.”

  Grumbling to myself trying not to make him even angrier than he seems, he goes red, brighter than a tomato, now that shit makes me laugh.

  “Uncle, seriously you need to chill the hell out before you have an aneurysm or something. Lord knows your heart won’t take kindly to you bursting a blood vessel,” a small smirk on my face. Really I don’t know why he’s so upset, personally if anyone should be upset it should be me. He has stolen the girl I really care for and brought her here, trapping her in a stupid arse closet size room. Shit this is going to end bad for someone, knowing my luck it will be me.

  Sighing, my shoulders slump as I think of Summer trapped in that room. How the fuck am I going to get her out of here and out of harm’s way? Summer’s beautiful flawless skin is now marked with bruises of his fucking hand prints, her soft chocolate brown hair now matted and in need of a good wash. Her beautiful soft rose lips are now cracked and broken. I couldn't even see her beautiful hazel eyes that once shone with love and not a care in the world. Her spirit is now damaged but I shall do everything in my power to build her back up and have her whole once more. That bastard is going to pay for what he has done to her.

  Leaving the lounge as that bastard settles down to watch fuck knows what on the box, stuffing his fat overweight face with more junk than the city dump will see in its lifetime, I walk quietly down the hall, I need to know she is ok, I need her to wake up and show me she can handle this.

  Standing outside I can hear her screaming why she is here and where is her mum. She’s breaking my heart, all I want to do is go in there and comfort her, tell her everything is going to be ok and I won’t let that jackarse hurt her anymore. Walking away from her right now is the hardest thing I've ever done but I know I must, I need to protect her as much as possible.

  Chapter Three

  Morgan

  I can feel someone touching me, moving my hair from my face, I don’t want to let them know I’m awake, I don’t want to get hurt. Whoever is touching me is being gentle it doesn't feel right, but it does at the same time.

  Butterflies flutter in my stomach, what the hell is that? How can this feel so good when this arse-hole is the one who took me from my mum, anger fills my veins as blood rushes throughout my body, I am getting ready to fight, to fight for my freedom. I am no damsel in distress and this prick is about to find that out the hard way.

  Opening one eye I take a quick look around the room, oh my God who is that? Mentally my jaw drops open as I see him leaning again the wall, his head hung down in what? Shame? He is wearing jeans fitted in all the right places, a grey t-shirt stretched tight across his chest and broad shoulders. Oh my God this is the sexiest man I have ever seen. Tattoos running down his arms, oh if only I could trace them, wait what am I thinking? This man captured me took me from my home and I think he’s drool worthy? Lord shoot me now so I can get these ridiculous thoughts out my damn head.

  I hold my breath as he raises his head to look at me, I’m paralysed from the intensity of his green eyes, like wow this man is a God!

  “Summer?”

  Wait what did he say? Who the hell is Summer?

  “Summer baby are you awake? Are you ok?”

  “Erm yeah I’m ok, but why are you calling me Summer? More importantly who the hell are you and why am I here?”

  I can’t shake the anger from my tone. Anger, I’m beyond angry I’m ready to tear people up for the way I have been treated and for being kept here under lock and key. Who the hell do these people think they are?

  “You don't know that your name is Summer?”

  I can hear the confusion and sadness in his tone, the look of concern in his eyes as he stays glued to the wall, holding himself back from coming near me, touching me.

  Easing myself up on the grubby mattress I look into his eyes, those beautiful eyes, my God what’s wrong with me, this is the man who took me from my family and he’s calling me Summer, what is going on? Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I mentally scold myself come on Morgan you got this, don't let him see you have any weaknesses.

  “I know who I am dick-head, but who the fuck are you?”

  I am really trying to hold back the anger and shakiness in my voice.

  “You don’t recognise me?”

  Really he’s going to do this, I should know who he is and I haven’t got the foggiest of ideas I’ve never met him before. I mean, I was super serious when I said I had never spoken to a guy. It’s always just been mum and me.

  “Look, please enlighten me I’ve been stuck here for god knows how long, my head is throbbing and I feel shitty, I just want to know why I’m here and not at home with my mum.”

  I sigh in defeat. I just can’t hold it together anymore as my reality comes crashing down around me. He clearly knows me but I have no clue what I’m supposed to have done for him to take me away and lock me up like some caged animal. Tears start to roll down my eyes as my stomach rumbles echoing throughout the room.

  I’m not strong enough for this, I am so confused to what is happening and no-one will tell me. My body is reacting to him and I completely don't understand why. The way he looks at me as if I am broken glass, ready to shatter at a moment’s notice. He’s completely right, I am broken, I am emotional, I’m eighteen years old and I have been taken away from my mum. I have been taken away from a life I knew and although I was not the most popular girl in school, I am loved by those who do know me, who have taken the time out to talk to me and learn the things I like.

  Here I am in this ‘cupboard’ sized bedroom, with a strange man who looks like he’s walked of the Calvin Klein adverts calling me ‘Summer’. The tears are stinging my eyes as i’m trying my upmost not to let anymore fall, they’re not getting me anywhere.

  “Please just let me go please, I will not tell anyone where I was or who you are. I just want to be with my mum, and I miss my little Springer Spaniel puppy. Please, please, please!”

  Too late I can no longer keep them at bay as each tear is followed by the next, uncontrollably not being able to keep it together.

  Chapter Four

  Wyatt

  “Shit, Summer, baby everything is going to be ok I will get you out baby I promise, you just need to give me some time and I’ll help you get back home.”

  Running to her and wrapping my arms around her I can’t believe how broken she is. Fuck. I still can’t believe that bastard has done this to her, I told her not to talk to him and stay away from him.

  “Mother Fucker,” I growl, this shit needs to end now and fucking quickly I can’t believe this has happened, I’m going out my freaking mind trying to come up with an idea to get her safe. I cradle her closely as I feel her breaths start to slow to an even pace, I know she has fallen asleep. Laying her down softly I place a gentle kiss on her lips, trying not to wake her.

  As I leave her room I look back at her sleeping peacefully without a care in her world, no drama, no pain. Closing and locking the door once more I make my way to the gym on the compound, I’m in a major need for relieving some of this damn frustration.

  Changing into some gym shorts and removing my shirt I start a gentle jog on the treadmill before upping the speed and incline, I keep pounding my feet on the rotating belt trying to get my body to loosen up. Yeah right, like fuck that�
��s going to happen.

  After an hour on the treadmill my legs feel like they’re going to drop off so I head to the punch bag. I picture Uncle ‘dick face’ Harry on the bag and let my arms rip against the leather, feeling my muscles shake at the impact as I go harder and harder, pushing myself to rip that bastard to pieces.

  “Wyatt ... Wyatt, where the fuck are you boy?”

  Growling I hit the bag one more time as Harry makes an appearance through the door.