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  POSSESIVE PROTECTOR

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 61

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Protector

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  POSSESSIVE PROTECTOR

  Possessive protector doesn’t even begin to describe him.

  He’s a possessive alpha male who watched over me when we were young until the day he suddenly disappeared.

  But now he’s back in our small town to protect us as a police officer.

  It’s the first time I’ve seen him in years, and I’ve got another first time I’ve been saving just for him.

  But this older man doesn’t want to talk to me, and this younger woman has to figure out why.

  And when I do I need to right the wrongs of the past and prove to everyone this obsessed protector isn’t a tattooed devil, but the guardian angel knight in battered and bruised armor our small town needs…especially me.

  *Possessive Protector is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  Knight

  I swear to god I can smell her.

  Fifteen years since I’ve last caught so much as a fucking glimpse of her. Been in the same zip code as her.

  A stint in jail. A tour in the military. Police academy.

  It’s been a long time but I remember her like it was just yesterday.

  Because to me it was. It’s like my entire life ended the day I got taken away from her.

  Well now I’m back. I worked like a dog for a damn decade and a half to get back here and I’m not here to mess around.

  I’m here to make her mine.

  Damn the powers that be. I’m gonna set things straight and let every last motherfucker on this planet know this woman is mine and mine alone.

  And that starts right now.

  The clock on the dashboard of my cruiser strikes 4:00 p.m. And my shift is officially over.

  Good, because this is about to get personal…even though I’ve never seen this little prick before in my life.

  Intensity rips through my veins sending my foot onto the gas pedal, revving the engine of the cruiser.

  “You okay over there, Knight?”

  “Drop the car back at the station. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

  “Um…okay, man?”

  I step out of the car the sound of my boots echoing off the hot concrete, but the little shithead is so preoccupied he doesn’t even hear me.

  He’ll hear me when I crack him upside the skull if he doesn’t quit bothering her right fucking now.

  I hear the police cruiser pull away just as I unbutton my uniform shirt and toss it in the bushes.

  Personal all right.

  The boy cowers in fear as I quickly close the distance between the two of us.

  The sight of a psycho in a white undershirt and policeman slacks sends fear into this kid barely old enough to vote and who has no idea what it means to be a real man.

  I see the nervousness in the side of Quincy’s eyes and my nostrils flare and my fists tighten. If I can see it then this little douchebag can see it and he’s gonna be lucky if I don’t punch him so hard right in his eye that he’s never able to see anything again.

  I shoot a fist toward him grabbing the open collar of his pink Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirt and feel my knuckles make contact with his sternum.

  He might be a six foot three college athlete, but he’s not match for a real man who’s got three inches and seventy-five pounds of pure, thick, jailhouse made muscle on him.

  I flex my forearm and lift him right up off the ground staring at his eyes, but he won’t even look at me.

  “You see this girl?”

  He’s still looking to the side.

  “I’m talking to you, son!”<
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  “Yes, officer.”

  “Don’t call me, officer. I’m off duty. I’m just a citizen like you. You want to fight back? You fight back. I’ve got no special privileges now. You want to bring it? You bring it. Man to man.”

  “No, sir.”

  “Don’t talk to me. Talk to her.”

  “Sir?”

  “Apologize you little jerk.”

  “I’m sorry,” he says quickly.

  “Look her in the eye.”

  His head slowly turns and his eyes open as his chin goes down. “I’m sorry.”

  “Say it like you mean it!”

  “I’m sorry,” he says.

  “Louder. And address her by name before I put you on your back.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Quincy.”

  “You gonna bother her again?”

  “No, sir.”

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “No sir!”

  I lower him to the ground but keep his shirt in my fist.

  I lean in close, putting my mouth less than an inch from his ear. His eyes are closed and I can feel him trembling.

  Good.

  “I didn’t think so. Now get the fuck outta here before I get angry.”

  I let go of his shirt and he takes off in the opposite direction. He’s definitely going to need a change of underwear.

  And I’m definitely going to need a new day job if I don’t learn my lesson soon.

  But I can’t stop. I can’t stop watching her. Looking out for her. Protecting her.

  I’ll die a slow death before a man puts his hands like that on her again.

  I turn and walk away making sure not to touch her or make eye contact. As much as I want to I can’t. And. It’s. Driving. Me. Fucking. Crazy.

  I grab my uniform shirt from the bushes and sling it over my shoulder.

  Protecting her is what I was born to do.

  And loving her is my life’s mission forever and always. Count on it.

  CHAPTER 2

  Quincy

  One minute ago I was trembling from what that boy might try and do to me as I walked across the campus of the community college I attend.

  Now I’m trembling over who I just saw.

  Him.

  Nick Knight or Knight to the uninitiated. I’ve never heard anyone call him by his first name and “sir” certainly just seemed appropriate considering the position he had that guy in.

  Oh my god.

  I was so scared and now I’m so wet. What a difference one man makes and where in the world did that man come from?

  I haven’t seen him in…fifteen years? Yeah, fifteen years. It takes me a minute to remember the amount of years, but I sure don’t need reminding of the event.

  And he looks just the same as he used to, just with more muscle than ever.

  And those brown eyes. The kind that are so dark they’re practically black.

  He’s not good looking in the traditional way, but he’s breathtaking in the “I’m a real freaking man” kind of way. Scars, scratches, calluses? He’s got them all in spades.

  He’s a big brute. A savage. And I got so turned on just standing next to him feeling that power he has knowing he could crush that guy that was bothering me. Crush him with his own two hands right then and there.

  And then he was gone. Disappeared.

  I’m still catching my breath and he’s catching a lift out of here. Or did he walk?

  I don’t really know, but I know I’ll see him again.

  That’s how he works. He’s like a shadow. I never see him, but he’s always there close by. The darkness to my light ready to fight my battles when need be.

  I think back to the way things ended and I practically want to cry.

  Why? Why did it have to end like that?

  He never had a chance. It wasn’t fair. An orphan with barely more than the clothes on his back and the last name he was known by. But he had a lot of pride, dignity, and more manners than any other boy I knew…until they tried to break his will and take everything away from him.

  But you can’t take anything from Knight. He’s the one who takes what he wants in this world.

  And judging by what I just saw he’s back and he wants…me.

  Again. But this time I hope for good.

  CHAPTER 3

  Knight

  “Are you out of your mind, son?” the police chief asks as I stand at attention in front of his desk.

  “I was off duty, sir.”

  “You’re never off duty. You’re always representing the police department of this city.”

  “Always protecting, sir.”

  “What did you say?”

  He steps in closer and looks at me curiously. I can see him trying to figure me out, but he never will. I can read more into his personality through my peripheral vision and watching his body language than he’ll ever find out about me.

  “Protecting, sir. My job is to serve and protect and that’s exactly what I was doing. Uniform or not.”

  “You think because you took off your uniform nobody can figure out that you’re a cop by your pants or your boots? Or maybe the fact that you stepped out of a cruiser seconds before you almost went absolutely ape shit on that kid?”

  “He’s not a kid, sir. He’s a two hundred pound athlete who might be paid millions of dollars soon. He’s over the age of eighteen, by three years according to the report. He’s responsible for his actions and that includes touching a woman’s arm when she doesn’t want him touching her arm.”

  The chief backs up and picks up a manila folder from his desk and promptly thumbs through it.

  “Do you have any idea who that boy’s parents are?”

  “Two people who failed to do their job?”

  “What did you say?” the chief asks moving in closer again.

  “Two people who did not raise their boy to be a man. Simple manners. How to treat a lady. They didn’t even teach him the basics.”

  “And that’s what you’re here for?”

  “If need be. I don’t accept excuses. He’s old enough to know right from wrong and anywhere you go in this country it’s wrong to lay a finger on a woman if you’re not absolutely sure she doesn’t want it there.”

  The chief steps back and drops the folder on the desk picking up another.

  “Speaking of parents it says here that you don’t exactly know who yours are, young man. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say through gritted teeth. Now this guy is starting to piss me off. He thinks bringing up something that’s so far in my past I quit caring about years ago is going to scare me? Please. This guy has no clue. Sitting behind that desk eating donuts and showing up for photo ops when the local photographer from the newspaper needs a story to run have made him weak. He needs to get out on the beat again and earn those stripes he’s wearing.

  “And it also says here that there’s a history between you and that girl.”

  “Her name is Quincy, sir. She’s not that girl.”

  The chief’s eyes narrow. “Son, are you mentally sound?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you fit to do this job?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Young man, you’re carrying a deadly weapon with you. Right now you’re making me think that the smart move would be to have you hand that thing in and dismiss you on your first day on the force. Is that what you want?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Are you sure, because I can make that happen right now if that’s what you want.”?

  I’m done with this guy’s games.

  “If you want to fire me, terminate me, cut me loose or whatever the word is these days then you go ahead and do it. I don’t give a shit to tell you the truth. I’ll start a security company before the clock strikes midnight and I’ll do my own kind of policing in this city. Or you can wise up, keep me on your side and realize I’m the best damn officer you’ve ever seen, let alone have working with you.”

  “For me,�
�� he says.

  “With you. I don’t work for anybody but the people who need me.”

  He looks me up and down and seems completely appalled at my words, but I know how this little meet and greet is about to end.

  “Don’t make me regret this decision,” he says. “Now get out of my office.”

  “The only regrets are had by those that get in my way,” I say and pivot on the ball on my foot and walk right out of there hearing him gasp in the background.