Tailor Made (69th St. Bad Boys Book 7)

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  Tailor Made

  69th St. Bad Boys Book 7

  Rye Hart

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Tailor Made

  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

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Gabriel

  I sat there leaning back in the white leather chair in the corner, watching all the sexy women looking for their next victim. The Expose Club on a Saturday night was the place to be, and with the gold card I was rolling between my fingers, I was sure to get my dick wet at some point. The girls knew what they were looking for when they came to the private third floor of the club. There was a handful of us billionaires who had a gold key, and we went there for discreet, erotic fucking, and nothing more. Tonight, was my night to snag one of these bitches and release some of the severe anxiety I had been dealing with.

  Across the dance floor, shaking her ass back and forth and laughing at whatever her friends were saying, was a naughty redhead. She was wearing a tight red spandex dress that barely cupped her ass cheeks, and the front dipped down to her belly button. Her tits were obviously fake, as gravity wasn’t affecting them at all. She glanced over at me and bit her lip, signaling her interest. I nodded my head, and she turned, strutting over in her six-inch platform heels. I watched as her perfect curves shimmied with every step. She wasted no time getting close, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me.

  “Let’s go somewhere private,” I whispered.

  She smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to one of the private rooms in the back. As soon as the door was shut, we were all over each other. I backed her into a wall and pulled her dress to her waist, rubbing my fingers through her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties, and I could feel my cock filling up my pants. She smiled coyly before pushing me across the room, ramming me up against the wall on the other side by the door that leads to a hallway in the back. She ran her hands up my pants, and as she went to reach inside, I heard a banging sound against the wall, followed by two voices, one angry and the other pleading.

  I grabbed the redhead’s hands and listened closer, realizing that the girl on the other side just might be in trouble. I sighed, looking back at the redhead as she pulled her dress back down. I turned and flung the door open, stepping out into the hall. About five feet away was a large, muscular man with his hand around a woman’s throat. She looked terrified, and he looked pissed as hell. Her eyes shifted over to me, and a tear fell down her cheek.

  “Hey,” I shouted. “Let go of her!”

  “Get lost,” the guy replied, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the woman, squeezing her neck a little harder.

  “I’ll get lost as soon as you take your hands off her,” I replied, pushing the redhead back into the room.

  The woman, younger than me, with striking blue eyes, filled with fear as she stared over at me. It wasn’t my typical MO to get involved in shit like this, especially not within Expose, but this didn’t look like friendly play time between lovers. She was distraught, and something inside told me if I walked away, she may not have that same chance. The fear in her eyes did something to me, something inexplicable, but I knew I had to help her. I unbuttoned my jacket and took it off, handing it to the redhead. I rolled up my sleeves as I took a step forward.

  “You have five seconds to get your hands off her,” I said, starting to get angry.

  “Or what?” He scoffed at me with a laugh, which enraged me even more.

  I stood there staring at him, counting down in my head. I wasn’t confident what I would do if he didn’t let her go, but I knew that I couldn’t just sit there and let this happen. This wasn’t normal sex play, and the girl was not a regular, at least not on this floor. She was too gorgeous for me not to have noticed her before. Finally, after a few seconds, the guy growled, releasing his grip on her and pushing her to the ground. I knew I should probably go pick her up, but I was already more involved than I wanted to be. I figured if he let her go she would be okay and I could go back to what I was doing. I turned and started to roll my sleeves back down, walking to the room. As I took my third step, I flew forward, trying to catch myself before hitting the ground. The son of a bitch had pushed me.

  “You think you’re a tough guy? Stupid fucking rich boy,” the guy said, watching me climb to my feet.

  “I know I’m a tough guy,” I said stepping forward with clenched fists, letting one fly across his face.

  He staggered backward, grabbing his cheek and steadying himself. Growling angrily, he looked up at me, showing me that he wasn’t ready to back down. Before he could plan his next move, I bolted forward and tackled him around the waist, taking him to the ground. The girls screamed, and the floor shook as his big body crashed down. We wrestled for several moments before I hooked my legs around his waist and rolled over on top of him. As if all the rage from my world came flooding into me at once, I reared back and slammed my fist into his face. Then my other hand came crashing down, and I repeated this over and over again as if I no longer had control of my body.

  “That’s enough,” the beautiful dark-haired girl whispered, putting her hand gently on my shoulder.

  With her touch, my mind snapped out of it, and I looked down at the dude laying beneath me. His face was bloodied, and he groaned, obviously too far gone to fight back. I nodded my head and stood up, grabbing the girl and wrapping my arms around her. I could feel her heart begin to slow and as I released, two bouncers rounded the corner.

  “What’s this?”

  “He saved that girl,” the redhead said, stepping out with my coat. “The big guy was beating up on the girl and this man saved her.”

  A crowd had started to gather behind the guards and they looked on in rich boy horror. I had blood on my fists and I stepped away from the girl and toward the bouncers. They were looking around at everyone, trying to make better sense of what happened.


  “She’s telling the truth,” the dark-haired beauty yelled out. “He had me by the neck. I don’t know what I would have done if his guy hadn’t come to help when he did.”

  “Well,” the head bouncer said, “I guess that makes you a bit of a hero then.”

  The people behind them all began to clap and cheer as the bouncer moved around me and picked up the asshole and started to carry him away. I looked up at the head bouncer, Jimmy, who usually worked the front door. He was a foot taller than me, bald, tattooed, and had a long biker style goatee. He knew all of us billionaires who went in and out of the club, and he always had our backs. He patted me on the shoulder and winked, walking away. The redhead walked over and handed me my jacket with a smile. I put my arm around her shoulder and chuckled, realizing I went from horny to superhero in 2.5 seconds.

  The crowd of people started shaking my hand and patting me on the back, congratulating me on saving the day. It wasn’t a hard choice, anyone would have done the same thing. Well, I guess on that floor it was a bit different, and most of the rich assholes who frequented it turned their heads at just about everything. We all started walking back into the main area, but before I turned the corner, I stopped and looked back. The girl was gone.

  In the commotion, she had slipped right out the back stairwell, and I didn’t blame her. It was obvious that was not her first encounter with that douche canoe. He had probably been beating on her for months. She was a beautiful woman, and her striking blue eyes and the dark hair cascading around her face was burned into my mind. I didn’t even have a chance to find out her name. Not that it really mattered—I doubted I would ever see her again.

  The redhead grabbed onto my arm and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back and glanced one last time down the hallway before turning and walking back to the dance floor. One thing was for sure, that one little act just made me a local celebrity, and I was going to get laid that night, no questions asked.

  Chapter Two

  Penny

  Talk about a drama-filled weekend. I had gotten all dolled up thinking I could impress my boyfriend and keep him happy, but instead I ended up jacked against the wall in the Expose Club, all because he thought I smiled at another man. Troy had always been rough, but our relationship didn’t start getting really abusive until the last few months. His jealousy knew no limits, and he took it out on me at every turn. I couldn’t believe that someone from the third-floor elite actually came to my rescue. He was like a real-life superhero, with his charming demeanor and strong muscles. I was just happy that I was still there to think about it. I pulled my sweater up high around my neck to hide the handprints Troy had left. I just wanted a cup of coffee from the Avalon Café in the lobby of my building, and then I would go back into hiding.

  I stepped up to the line and looked around at all the people shuffling in and out of the building. I loved my dad’s apartment complex, but no matter how hard I tried, I never felt like I truly belonged there. I was on the brink of my own discovery, a software that I had created for artists, but until I could get it sold and marketed, I had to come stay with my father on the sixty-first floor. I had graduated from Yale several years before with a software-engineering degree. I interned at one of the largest software firms in the country, but when I came up with my idea for digital artists, I branched out on my own. I was like a mad scientist in a lab for many months, correcting and perfecting my creation. With a team behind me, all I had to do now was get it in the hands of the right company, and I would have my first million. Sounded easy, but it was definitely not that simple.

  I sighed, looking up at the man in front of me. He was tall, dark, and from the look of his muscular physique, pretty handsome. I glanced down at his hand, noticing he had some cuts and bruises on his knuckles. He turned to the side, and I immediately recognized him. It was the guy who had saved me at the club the night before. I hesitated for a minute, but realized I hadn’t had a chance to thank him.

  “Excuse me,” I said touching his arm. “Are you the guy from the club last night?”

  “I am,” he said, turning around, his face showing he recognized me. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, thanks to you,” I said. “I’m sorry I didn’t thank you last night, I just wanted to get out of there and safely back home as fast as I could.”

  “It’s all right,” he said. “It had to have been pretty traumatic for you. Tell me you didn’t go back to him.”

  “Troy?” I shook my head feverishly. “No, absolutely not. He had been pretty physical for a while, but that was over the edge. I honestly didn’t know what to do. If you hadn’t shown up…”

  “You don’t have to worry about that now,” he said, smiling. “So, what are you doing here at the Avalon?”

  “Oh, I live here,” I replied with a smile. “Well, my father lives here, and I am staying with him for the time being.”

  “Really? I live here too. I’m Gabriel,” he said, reaching out his hand.

  “Penny,” I replied, gently shaking his hand. “I’m on the sixty-first floor.”

  “Not too far from me,” he said, moving forward in line. “I’m on the sixty-fifth.”

  “We’re practically neighbors,” I said smiling.

  “I’ll have to stop by for a cup of sugar,” he chuckled.

  We stood there talking back and forth, flirting a little, as we made our way through the line. He bought my coffee and smiled as he handed it over. We walked away from the café and into the lobby where there was more room to talk. He was so handsome, even more than I remembered from the night before. His charming smile made my heart flutter in my chest, something I hadn’t felt in a really long time. When he spoke, he stared right into my eyes, something that most people in the building avoided at all cost. The Avalon was built for the superrich, and not those that had just become rich from a lottery win or a lucky stock pick, but the deep-rooted wealthy.

  My father was one of those men, an investment banker that had come from a prominent family. When my mother left him several years ago, he moved into the Avalon, not wanting to buy another house since he was all by himself. My father and I had a special kind of relationship, and I was glad that I had him there with me.

  I hadn’t told my father about Troy, and how he had a propensity for violence against women. When I was in the situation, my mind was different, but after bolting last night and making a promise to myself not to go back, I was seeing things in a whole new light. My father never liked Troy much anyway because Troy liked to control me, to push and pull me where he wanted.

  Troy was in banking as well, but he hadn’t ever been able to pull himself above the lower rankings. My father felt he was dating me for other reasons and was suspicious of his motives. To be honest, over the last few weeks I had started to question his motives as well, and that was when he really started to get violent. Before it was a push here or a minor slap there, but it had gone full force to the point where I was terrified, and he knew it. That was probably why he never let me out of his sight, trying to get me to move into his place and leave my father’s apartment. Good thing I listened to my intuition, because Troy’s house was the last place I ever wanted to go now.

  “I’m so glad it’s Saturday,” I sighed. “My father has been working like a dog. We’re going to have a relaxing afternoon. He needs it.”

  “I think we all do,” he said, looking around at everyone milling around. “Sometimes I think people in this complex appreciate Saturdays more than anyone else on earth.”

  “I think you might be right,” I said, giggling as an older gentleman walked by, a floatie in his hand and flip flops on his feet, obviously heading to the pool.

  “I’d love to take you out sometime,” he said, with pure confidence.

  “I would lo—,” I stopped as my phone started ringing loudly. “Oh, sorry. Hold that thought. Don’t move.”

  “I’m stuck here like glue,” he chuckled with a huge smile.

  I laughed, looking down at my best friend�
��s number on the screen. She had perfect timing and could give me some advice on making plans with his hunk. I walked several feet away and answered the phone.

  “Gabby,” I said laughing. “You have like the most perfect timing. I was just being asked out by Mr. Perfect Smile.”

  “Penny,” she said, with a serious tone. “Troy is here, outside of my apartment. He looks pretty beat up, and he’s screaming in the hallway. I think he is looking for you and he is more than pissed. What the hell happened?”

  “Shit,” I said, looking back at Gabriel through the crowd of people. “Okay, don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

  I wanted to run over and tell him really fast, but I didn’t have time. Troy was pissed, and I knew he wouldn’t leave Gabby alone until he saw my face. He figured I would be there because that was where I usually went after we’d had a fight. I knew that, though, and had come straight home last night, knowing that security here wouldn’t even let him into the building without my consent. I looked over at Gabriel, standing there looking around and sighed. I guess my happily ever after with Superman was just going to have to wait.

  I turned and walked through the lobby and quickly out the door, hailing one of the cabs always parked out front. I had been living at the Avalon for months and had never seen Gabriel, and part of me was disappointed that I didn’t give him my information. It was a good possibility that I wouldn’t see him again, but I had to get to Gabby. Troy was not her problem but unintentionally, I had gotten her into this whole mess. I called the nonemergency number for the police and gave them Gabby’s address, letting them know what was going on. I would let him see my face, but he was going to know that it would be the last time.

  Chapter Three

  Gabriel

  I waited there for almost twenty minutes, looking around at the crowd walking past, wondering how I’d never seen Penny there before. It never failed that the one person you want to see was never around, while all the schmucks you tried to avoid seemed to pop up around every corner. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my watch, and it was obvious this mysterious girl was not coming back. I felt kind of foolish for standing there that long, but there was something about her that made it hard for me to move away from that spot. I wanted to ask her out, but I guess it would just have to wait until I saw her again. She was definitely hotter than hell, with her long legs, soft dark hair, and those eyes that cut through me like a knife. She wasn’t wearing her sexy dress from the night before but still looked absolutely amazing in a pair of tight jeans and an oversized sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and the curls cascaded down her back. She had an air to her that wasn’t the same as all the other rich people in the Avalon, and I liked that.