All the Dangerous Things – The Underworld Kings Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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Suddenly, he threw me against the unforgiving, cold, hard cinder block wall. The air was knocked out of me, but the wall gave me the stability I had been missing since the fight ended inside the cage.

My grip still firm, I lifted the gun out of my purse and pointed it at the massive Russian standing a few feet in front of me. I realized then he’d taken me to one of the many rooms that were situated along the perimeter of the basement. There wasn’t a door, but his big body blocked the only exit.

“Думаешь, я не знаю, кто ты?” You think I don’t know who you are?

I froze at his words.

“Твой внешность может обмануть всех этих идиотов, но я не такой, как они.” Your little get-up might fool all of these idiots, but I’m not like them. He took a step closer.

“Тогда, если ты знаешь, кто я, ты знаешь, что мои братья сделают с тобой, когда узнают.” Then, if you know who I am, you know what my brothers will do to you when they find out.

He just laughed.

“Судя по тому, как ты говорил со мной, ты был мертв.” You were dead by the way you spoke to me, I said, but he took another step forward, despite my gun and words. I moved to the side, my hands steady as I kept that gun trained on him. “Но прикасаешься ко мне? Это гарантировало, что мои братья сделают твою смерть медленной и мучительной.” But putting your hands on me? That ensured my brothers will make your death slow and painful.

He grinned, flashing me his disgusting teeth. He shook his head as he replied, “Я не питаю никакой лояльности к Петровым. На самом деле пришло время их падения, и я собираюсь начать их распутывать, трахая Петрову принцессу, пока она не окровавится и не сломается».” I have no loyalty to the Petrovs. In fact, it’s time for their fall, and I’m going to start their unravelling by fucking the Petrov princess until she is bloody and broken.

I didn’t think about anything else as I focused and aimed. I squeezed the trigger and watched as the bullet went right through his shoulder, hitting my target. I wasn’t quite ready to take a life, especially since that would definitely lead to my brothers finding out I was here.

The bastard was big and burly, and he grunted as his arm whipped backward from the force. But then he took another step closer.

My heart was racing, panicked now, so I didn’t bother aiming as I squeezed the trigger again. He dodged it this time as he lunged forward, and I screamed, but I knew I wouldn’t be heard over the roaring crowd watching the next cage match, even if the sound of the gun firing hadn’t been noticed.

Minimal light filtered in from the main room, casting shadows along his girth as he grabbed me around the throat and slammed me back against the wall.

The breath rushed out of me once again, and I lost my hold on the gun, the metal clattering to the cement floor. It sounded so loud to me, even though I knew no one else would’ve heard it over the rush of… everything.

The shouts and screams from the audience told me that whatever was going on in the ring kept their focus. Despite being in the middle of getting choked, I idly wondered if the skull-masked, tattooed fighter was killing another man inside the cage.

The asshole in front of me must’ve sensed my distraction because he added to the stench around us as he exhaled in my face before tightening his hold so hard around my throat I could no longer even sip at the air. I knew he’d crush my larynx soon, so I began clawing at his hands and forearms, starting out strong, feeling it as I drew blood when the skin tore and opened up beneath my nails.

Although this fucker was speaking—his disgusting mouth twisting and turning as he snarled in Russian—I didn’t hear a word. All I could hear was the ringing in my ears as I weakened, a sudden wave of lightheadedness coming over me.

“Fuck… you,” I gritted out as darkness crept into the corners of my vision. I felt the fight leaving me as my arms grew too heavy to hold up. They fell to my sides, and my eyes closed.

It seemed like only a moment passed as everything went completely silent. And then, even though I was surely about to die, I somehow heard a low, menacing rumble through the fog. It became louder, more violent… frightening. Did it come from the asshole about to kill me? Was it inside my head—a replacement for the ringing in my ears? Was this what a person heard when their soul was leaving their body?

Unexpectedly, sweet air rushed into my lungs, and I fell to the cement floor. My hands were already around my throat of their own accord, trying to rub the pain and burning sensation away. But it only got worse the more oxygen I inhaled, and I became more and more lucid with each breath I took.


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