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  For the Love of Anna

  “Take care of your father Anna, it’s all I ask,” was her mother’s dying wish. Anna tried her hardest, working double shifts and getting little rest, plus her dad is an abusive alcoholic. One night Anna is accosted in her home. Her father really did it this time, and two loan sharks are intent on collecting a debt. They threaten Anna’s life, want to prostitute her out to make back the money her father owes.

  Her father shows up drunk and Anna realizes she has to save herself. Despite her injuries, she escapes. Her friend Stacy lives in Pearl, along with two men Max and Eric Cantrell. When Anna arrives on the ranch battered and beaten, an authoritative Sheriff, an ex-Marine and one sexy cowboy become intent on showing her what real love is.

  But Anna is an innocent and trust will not come easy. But these three dominant, stubborn men will do anything for the love of Anna.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 56,304 words

  FOR THE LOVE OF ANNA

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  FOR THE LOVE OF ANNA

  Copyright © 2010 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  E-book ISBN: 1-61034-085-X

  First E-book Publication: November 2010

  Cover design by Jinger Heaston

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  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my husband and our wild and fun nights on the ranch.

  “Love ya darling.”

  FOR THE LOVE OF ANNA

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter 1

  Anna exited the commuter bus. She’d had a long, hard day at the restaurant and couldn’t wait to get home to soak her feet. She glanced at her watch as she walked down Main Street and 5th. It was one o’clock in the morning. He shouldn’t be home yet, or if he were, he was probably out cold in a drunken stupor. Anna sighed in annoyance, then cringed. She needed to be more careful. If she made the mistake of talking back to her old man then he would surely lash out at her again. Hank Parker was a big, mean man, and when he was drunk, he was out of control.

  Anna was petite, and one shove from a man her father’s size would do serious damage.

  She instantly thought about last week and how she refused to give him more money for liquor. She was tired. She had worked a month of double shifts getting four hours of sleep a night just so she could pay the rent and food bills. Her dad never paid the landlord. He just pocketed the money and went out drinking. She shook her head at the thought. It made her so damn angry because she was the one working her ass off to support them. Meanwhile, he didn’t do shit!

  She released an exasperated sigh as the anger dissipated. What good would it do her to get upset all over again? Haven’t I learned my lesson about talking back to my old man? Flashbacks of that fight entered her mind. She would always remember every hit and every painful word her father inflicted upon her. She wiped a stray tear from her eye, demanding no more to follow. But the memory of the last fight fought its way to her mind. His face, his slurred speech, and the way he looked at her as if she was the most disgusting and terrible daughter alive, sent chills through her body.

  When she accused him of taking the money for drinking, he backhanded her across the cheek and sent her flying into the wall. She was dazed for a few seconds, or at least it felt like that, and when she opened her eyes, her dad was consoling her.

  Does he love me? She knew alcoholism was a disease, one that takes over a person, even those with the kindest hearts. When she thought about it, her father had never been kind. Drunk or sober, he hit her.

  She gulped so hard it hurt her throat. She should listen to her best friend Stacy and just leave. Stacy offered a place to stay out in Texas, but Anna didn’t want her pity, and she knew her dad needed her. He hadn’t worked in over three years, and her paychecks paid the rent and the groceries.

  She promised Momma.

  Her vision blurred as the tears stung her eyes. Anna focused on getting home and sleeping as long as she possibly could.

  * * * *

  Their crappy apartment complex was just around the corner. Anna had paid the landlord yesterday, so she didn’t have to use the back entrance to avoid seeing him.

  Thoughts of a hot bath filled her head as she entered the front door. There was no security, hardly any working lights, and the place reeked of garbage.

  As she ascended the stairs, her stomach began to quiver. She was frightened of her father, and the anticipation of his state if he was home was getting the best of her.

  Quit worrying and move faster, she told herself as she reached the third floor.

  Anna reached her door and placed the key in the lock. It had been left unlocked, and she cursed her dad under her breath. When would he learn to stop drinking and gambling and just be her father? She was tired of being the
responsible one, and she was only twenty-three.

  As she entered the apartment, she closed the door and threw her purse onto the couch.

  “We’ve been waiting for you, little Parker.”

  Anna screamed and jumped backward at the deep voice. Two strange men in suits stood in front of her.

  Instinct kicked in, and she bolted for the door.

  Large, solid hands wrapped around her waist and easily lifted her off her feet and back in front of the other man. She didn’t recognize either of them.

  “Let me go!” she screamed, and the man holding her covered her mouth with his hand. He held her like a rag doll. It was useless to fight him, and she knew it. Both of them were mean and ugly, standing at over six feet tall.

  She kicked and squirmed until he pressed his body against hers, holding her still.

  “Quit fighting, little Parker.”

  She calmed down and waited to hear what they wanted.

  “Good girl,” he whispered next to her ear. The smell of liquor and cigarette smoke made her cringe in disgust. The other man moved closer.

  He had a shadow of a beard and dark eyes, but it was the evil within them that showed perfectly, causing her to tremble in fear.

  “We’re not going to hurt you,” he whispered before gliding his thumb across her bottom lip. She noticed the square, shiny ring covered in many small diamonds on his pinky finger. That had to have cost a fortune.

  “Yet,” whispered the man behind her, holding her closer, he was practically crushing her ribs.

  “Where’s your old man?”

  “I…I don’t know.” She shook with fear at the way the man in front of her stared at her body. The man behind her squeezed her tighter.

  “Please, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered as he chuckled behind her. His hot breath burned against her hair.

  “I’m only going to ask you this once. Now be a good girl and tell us where your father is?”

  “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know.”

  He stared at her as if contemplating whether he believed her or not.

  She prayed he did. She prayed that they wouldn’t touch her or hurt her.

  “He owes us thirty thousand plus interest. He’s way behind in his payments, and time is up.”

  Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. She instantly thought about the time two weeks ago when she found her father beaten, bloody, and drunk by the front door. She figured he drank too much and had a fight in a bar somewhere. Boy, had she been wrong. She was sick and tired of living this life and having nothing.

  “I’m afraid if he doesn’t show up, we’re going to have to leave him a message. Unfortunately for you, it’s going to be a very clear and precise message that he can understand.” He rubbed the ring against her cheekbone. Not enough to cut her skin, but the threat was apparent.

  “I swear I don’t know what you are talking about. I work all day and night and give him the money for the rent and the food shopping. I didn’t know he borrowed money. I swear,” she yelled, and he grabbed her face so tight she felt pain in her jaw. She squealed as his fingers dug deeper into her cheeks.

  “It’s a shame that my partner here has to mess up this pretty little face, sweetheart.” He shoved her face to the side, but his eyes remained on her.

  “She’s got quite the body, too,” the guy holding her whispered, then grabbed a handful of her backside.

  Anna screamed and tried to pull away, and he hurt her when he grabbed her rear. She clawed at the man behind her and kicked the man in front of her. Screaming, she attempted to run but was hit in the shoulder blade from behind.

  “Bitch!” She heard one of them yell. Then she felt pain as the man

  who had been holding her backhanded her across the mouth. Strike after strike, she attempted to defend herself, rolling to the floor in a fetal position.

  They kicked her ribs, and she felt the impact of each hit.

  She cried in agony as their kicks lifted her off the floor, sending her farther across the room. Someone had to have heard her screams. Oh, please, someone help me!

  “Hey, what’s going on!” She heard her father’s voice and erupted into a deep, painful cry. He would save her. He was her father.

  The one guy grabbed her dad and closed the door before shoving her father up against it.

  “Where’s the money!” the man with the facial hair yelled.

  “I…I ain’t got money,” her father stated as he pulled out the inside of his pockets in his pants, revealing lint.

  The other guy started beating on him.

  “You owe us money. A lot of money and our boss wants it now.”

  “I don’t have anything. I need more time.”

  “We gave you more than enough time.”

  Anna cried out in pain as the other goon grabbed her off the floor. Her head throbbed, and her body ached everywhere. Her father wouldn’t even look at her.

  “Get the money by tomorrow, or we take your daughter for a down payment.”

  The men looked her over as if she were edible.

  “She’d make a nice profit,” the one guy stated.

  “With her body, looks, and age, we’d have the old man’s debt paid off within a few weeks,” the other man added, then licked his lips before sniffing Anna’s hair. She pulled her head away, and he jerked her body back up against his.

  “No! Daddy, please. Help me, please. Give them something. Where’s the thousand dollars I gave you this week?”

  He wouldn’t look at her.

  “Daddy,” she cried, and he looked at each of the men.

  She was terrified at the thought of the men taking her.

  She looked at her dad as she held her side, the pain increasing with every breath she took.

  “Take her. I don’t want her.”

  Anna felt her whole world crumble. Her father didn’t love her at all. She wasted all this time, all these years caring for him, and for what? So he could whore her out to pay his gambling debts?

  “Please don’t do this.” She pleaded with the men to leave her.

  The one guy pulled her to him, caressed her arm, and then slowly caressed her throat, holding her closer against his chest.

  “She’s a real looker. Big tits, firm, round ass, and innocent. I can tell.” He chuckled then he rubbed his hands across her breasts, squeezed, then glided his hand to the V between her legs.

  She shook in fear.

  “I may just have to break her in so she can be a real good cash machine for the boss.”

  Tears streamed down her face as he pressed his erection against her back. She wouldn’t be able to fight them off. They were big men and used to using their strength and fists to get their way. Anna knew she was as good as dead if she didn’t get out of there.

  She needed to do something. She needed to escape. Her body shook so hard her teeth chattered. She needed to be strong. She was on her own, that was obvious. Anna lifted her eyes toward her dad, and her heart ached. He wasn’t even in the room.

  The thought of what her father did and how easily he gave her up caused bile to rise in her throat. It burned a streak straight to her stomach.

  Think, Anna…think.

  She felt his hot breath then his lips against her neck. When she tried to push away, he grabbed her throat and squeezed. His other hand pressed against the zipper of her jeans. He had the button undone and was working on the zipper. Oh, God, please help me.

  “Please…” she barely got out.

  He released his hold on her neck but kept her body against his. He kept rotating his hips and touching her everywhere. When he grabbed at her breast, ripping through the fabric of her blouse, he scratched her skin, and she cried.

  “I have some money stashed in my room. If I give it to you, will you give us a few days to get the money my father owes you? I can ask the guys at work. They like me, they’ll help me.” She knew she babbled, but she needed to get to her room. She would escape out the window and get the hell out of town.<
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  He paused a moment, and she pressed the palms of her hands against his chest. He was a combination of muscle and fat, the stereotypical wiseguy gangster.

  The other man pressed against her, holding her hips while he rubbed his crotch against her ass. She was trapped between them, and panic set in. She nearly began to hyperventilate. Then she heard his question.

  “How much you got stashed?”

  She heard her father in the background.

  “Anyone want a drink?’ She cringed, and the tears burned her eyes. The bastard was getting a drink, and she was about to be raped by two criminal gangsters. Anger and determination felt like they burned through her blood.

  “How much?” The other man repeated the question, squeezing her hip bone, grabbing her roughly on her thighs.

  “A few thousand,” she lied.

  “A few thousand! You bitch. You been holding out on me.”

  She turned toward her father to give him a piece of her mind, but he was already there and struck her across her cheek. She went flying to the floor. The other two men laughed.

  It was horrible, and she wanted the floor to eat her alive.

  “Please. I will give you all I have. Let me go to my room.” She held her hand against her cheek. She felt the blood, and the pain in her body was increasing with every minute that passed.

  She slithered across the floor. Her body was in so much pain, but she feared for her life. She needed to escape.

  The men didn’t move to help her up, and they didn’t stop her either.

  The ache in her ribs made it difficult to walk. Her face and body throbbed with every step, but as she finally stood, holding the doorframe for support, she walked closer to the room. When she entered the room and slightly closed the door, she felt relieved at the distance between her and the three men.