Inked
A Driven and Rebel Ink Crossover Novel
Tracy Lorraine
Contents
Introduction
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
KB Worlds
Rebel Ink Series
Acknowledgments
Also by Tracy Lorraine
About the Author
Also by K Bromberg
COPYRIGHT PAGE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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Published by KB Worlds LLC.
Cover Design by: Tracy Lorraine
Cover Image by: WanderAguiar
Editing by: Pinpoint Editing
Formatting by: Tracy Lorraine
Published in the United States of America
Introduction
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the Driven World!
I’m so excited you’ve picked up this book! Inked is a book based on the world I created in my New York Times bestselling Driven Series. While I may be finished writing this series (for now), various authors have signed on to keep them going. They will be bringing you all-new stories in the world you know while allowing you to revisit the characters you love.
This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I allowed them to use the world I created and may have assisted in some of the plotting, I took no part in the writing or editing of the story. All praise can be directed their way.
I truly hope you enjoy Inked. If you’re interested in finding more authors who have written in the KB Worlds, you can visit www.kbworlds.com.
Thank you for supporting the writers in this project and me.
Happy Reading,
K. Bromberg
To unexpected meetings that change your life forever.
Chapter One
Harlow
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bailey, my best friend and roommate, asks the second she finds me sitting on the couch with a blanket over my lap, a tub of ice cream in hand and a rum and Coke on the coffee table.
“Err… Friday night in?” I say, my brows drawing together, trying to figure out if I’ve forgotten something. The look on her face and the way she’s standing impatiently with her hands on her hips sure points to that.
She’s just finished a twenty-four-hour shift at The House, caring for her boys, so I was expecting her to take up residence on the other couch with her wine while we caught up with The Bachelor.
“It’s Austin’s birthday,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“Right.”
“We’re going out. We’re meeting everyone at Rush in…” she pulls her cell from her back pocket and looks at the time, “in like… an hour, so we need to get our shit together.”
Before I have a chance to argue, she’s standing before me and pulling the ice cream from my hand.
“Come on, H. Move that sexy ass and go and find a hot little dress to wear.”
After depositing the tub on the coffee table, she rips the blanket from my lap and attempts to pull me from the couch.
“Really?” I sulk. “Austin won’t care if I’m there or not, I barely know the guy.” We might work for the same company, but it’s not like we spend any actual time together, other than the odd night out.
“I told him you’ll be there.”
“But you didn’t think to tell me,” I mutter, eventually going easy on her and standing.
“I could have sworn I’d mentioned it.”
“When could you? You’ve hardly been home this week.”
She shrugs. “Well, you know now. It’s going to be a great night.”
She ushers me out of the living room—thankfully after I grab my drink. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
When we get to my room, she allows me to get ready alone, which is a relief. The last thing I need is a Bailey makeover for tonight.
Smoothing down my silk top, I add a layer of gloss to my lips and slip my feet into my shoes.
Bailey’s still sitting in front of her mirror when I join her in her room thirty minutes later.
“How are you ready al—no, no, no. You can’t wear that,” she says looking at me over her shoulder in the mirror. I look down at my skinny jeans and black blouse.
“Why not? It’s perfectly fine.”
“Yeah, for an afternoon with your aunt.”
Minus the height of my heels, I can’t argue with her.
She spins on her chair, and I get a look at her dress—if it can even be described as such. It’s fire-engine red; I swear I’ve got underwear that covers more skin.
I run my eyes over her, suspicion beginning to stir in my stomach. “I feel like I’m missing something. This isn’t just a night out for Austin’s birthday, is it?”
“His cousin’s coming.”
And now, it all starts to make sense.
“The British one?”
“Yes! I can’t wait to hear him say my name,” she swoons, getting this far-off look in her eye.
I shouldn’t be surprised—she’s been telling me about him for quite a few weeks now and trying to convince Austin to introduce them.
“You mean moan your name,” I mutter.
“Harlow, I’m not some easy piece of ass, you know.”
“Really?” I ask, my brows lifting, my lips curling in amusement.
“Okay, so maybe I am, but only for the right guy.”
“Riiight.”
I watch as she gets up from her seat and walks toward her wardrobe, thankfully pulling her ridiculously short dress down in the process so I don’t have to see her easy ass.
“Now, let’s see what I’ve got.”
“Oh no, B. You’re not getting me in one of your dresses. They barely fit you, they’ll
