The Forbidden (Bluegrass Empires #2) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Bluegrass Empires Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Gabe muttered a curse under his breath because he knew I was right. He was extremely overprotective of me in all ways—except when his family member was the predator.

He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away. “I don’t want to be your secret anymore, Gabe.”

Expression etched with pain, he said, “Just give it more time, Kat. Please.”

I felt the rift growing between us, a chasm widened by unspoken words, the heavy weight of our secret relationship suddenly unbearable. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s us, out in the open, or nothing at all. Your choice.”

Gabe’s jaw locked hard, his hands clenching until his knuckles turned white. “Is this an ultimatum?”

I lifted my chin, unwilling to back down. “It is.”

Gabe nodded, his voice raw with restrained emotion. “I guess that’s it, then.”

The finality of the words hung heavy in the air as the realization that we were over settled in. A strange mix of relief, along with a profound sadness, washed over me.

I reached for the door and opened it. “Goodbye, then.”

Gabe didn’t reply but walked out. I shut the door behind him, sank to the floor and cried my eyes out.

My cell phone rings and I startle out of the horrible memories I’ve done my best to not think about. I connect the call, seeing my mom’s name on the screen. “Hi, Mom. What’s up?”

“Wonderin’ how things are gettin’ on,” she says, her Irish brogue softened with worry.

I glance at the couch and see Sylvie is opening a stack of presents. She’s holding up a necklace with a locket charm on it. Gabe helps her with the hinge and when she opens it up, Sylvie gasps. I can’t see from here but I assume it’s a picture of Alaine when Sylvie throws her arms around Gabe’s neck for a long hug.

“It’s going great,” I tell my mom.

“I’m fair chuffed to hear that,” she says upon a contented sigh.

“I’m happy too,” I agree softly, so very happy that Sylvie is getting the type of uncle every little girl deserves, some validation that her Mardraggon roots have good in them, and that she has one more person to love her dearly.

CHAPTER 10

Gabe

I’m admittedly a workaholic, spending upward of eighty to ninety hours a week devoted to Mardraggon Enterprises. When our family settled in the Kentucky area, a fortuitous marriage with a Scots woman who had a wealth of knowledge about distilling techniques from her homeland forged our family’s destiny. Corn was abundant and grapevines were not, so bourbon was where we focused our efforts. Our family was one of the pioneers to use charred oak barrels to age the liquor, which became a defining characteristic of bourbon, and once we refined the process in the nineteenth century—particularly how to bottle it to preserve its quality and authenticity—Mardraggon Spirits Company was formed.

The company grew during the Civil War and we became known for our quality bourbon. We almost went under during Prohibition, the Blackburns doing all they could through political connections to block our ability to obtain medicinal licenses, but we persevered. Our case of Mardraggon Shadow Reserve Barrel was produced in only the second year of Prohibition, another reason it’s so valuable.

Post Prohibition, we were among the first distilleries to modernize. We experimented with different aging and production techniques and in 1964 Congress recognized bourbon as a “distinctive product of the United States.” That meant it was time for us to go global.

Our family’s winery in Saint-Émilion, while lucrative and part of our European legacy, became more of a hobby business, which was the main reason Alaine was allowed free rein with it. By the nineties, Mardraggon Spirits Company had generated billions in revenue and was renamed Mardraggon Enterprises, something my father felt spoke more to our worldwide impact. It was vain, in my opinion.

Regardless, I’m at the helm now and my goal is to make us even bigger and better in the years to come. It’s because of our legacy steeped in history that I’m so passionate about my work. I couldn’t let Lionel Mardraggon bring it all down and I have zero regrets about ousting him from the board. I’ve not lost a wink of sleep over cutting him out of my life. What he did to Sylvie was unforgivable and I’ll do whatever is necessary to make sure he never has a say in Mardraggon Enterprises ever again.

It’s with the knowledge that my work is stressful and our family is facing some very dark days that the hug Sylvie bestows upon me now fills me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

“When can we see each other again?” she asks me.

My eyes lift to Kat standing at the door. She’s going to drive Sylvie up to the main house. I offered to do it, but Kat nixed the idea and I’m guessing it’s because no one in that family really wants to see me. I’ve received very little credit for turning my own father in but I’m not surprised. I’m a Mardraggon and should be hated by the Blackburns.


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