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Rule’s Seduction
The House of Rule: Book Four
Max and Erin’s Story
By Lynda Chance
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When Max Villarreal finds out about the existence of Erin Rule, he realizes she could be the means
for the perfect retaliation against the Rule Corporation. When he meets her for the first time, he
immediately wants her for himself. Revenge and relief. Who knew it would be as easy as taking
candy from a baby?
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Rule’s Seduction
Copyright 2015 Lynda Chance
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner
whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of
brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product
of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons
living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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For everyone who wanted Max.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
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Prologue
Maximo Santiago Villarreal rode the elevator to the top of his building, his anger almost
uncontrollable, especially after enduring the tedious flight from Florida. The Keys were always
beautiful, but he was relieved to be back in his office in Houston even if he was about to blow a fuse
from the information he’d stumbled upon while in Florida. He strode down the corridor, barely
glancing at his secretary who manned his inner sanctum as he barked, “I want Luis Diaz in my office,
now.”
After ten years, Carol Jennings was used to his ways and wasn’t flustered in the least. “Yes, sir.”
He slammed the door between them and stalked to the bank of windows that overlooked the
western skyline of downtown. The sky was a cloudless blue, the weather more than pleasant, but he
saw none of that. His mind wasn’t on the beauty of the day or even on the appointments he had
scheduled for that afternoon; he was too pissed to concentrate on anything else. He was so enraged he
could
taste
it.
He was out for fucking blood and he wanted it,
now.
As he stood with his legs braced apart, he attempted to gain control over the pounding in his
head, but it was useless. At the knock on his door, he turned and barked,
“Enter.”
Carol opened the
door, allowing Luis Diaz to walk into his office.
From experience, she said nothing, only shutting the door and leaving Max alone with the younger
man he was about to interrogate. Luis Diaz stood still, barely meeting his eyes, the tension around his
mouth speaking for itself. The nervousness the man exuded failed to soothe Max, it didn’t even begin
to appease the hot rush of anger he was feeling. He cracked his knuckles, forcing himself not to give
in to the urge to launch himself at the other man. He watched his employee, his lips curling into a
snarl as he tilted his head, indicating one of two chairs that faced his desk.
Diaz glanced at him cautiously before taking a seat.
Max remained standing, his hands fisted at his sides while he stared at the younger man. The
silence became deafening as Diaz began shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Max paced a few steps,
leaving his employee to sweat for a few more seconds before finally lashing out, “What is it that you
do for me? What do I pay you for?”
The man licked his lips, stalling before answering in a halting manner, “I monitor the Rule
Corporation’s movements, sir.”
“Yes, you do—that’s the
one
assignment you’re responsible for. Watching the Rule Corporation
and their cutthroat business practices.” Max felt his tension rise another notch. “I pay you a shit fuck
ton of money so I can stay at least three steps ahead of those motherfuckers
in all things,
isn’t that
right?”
Diaz cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re supposed to tell me
everything
about those three goddamn brothers and their
motherfucking corporation—that’s the reason I pay you a ridiculously high salary, isn’t that correct?”
The man paled. “Yes, sir.”
The agreement only pissed Max off further. “Let’s go over your job description one more time,
shall we?” he snarled sarcastically. “When those motherfuckers purchase a block of stock—I want to
know about it. When they start sniffing around a piece of real estate, I want to know where the
property’s located—how much it’s worth.” He narrowed his eyes and stared at the man who was now
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