Bleeding Hearts Read online A. Zavarelli (Bleeding Hearts #1-2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Hearts Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
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I tried to call Nicole one more time as the plane taxied onto the runway. Nobody answered. Not her, Ryland, or Matt. Why weren’t they answering?

“Come on, pick up,” I pleaded.

The flight attendant crossed her arms and gave me a pointed stare.

“Ma’am you need to put that away.”

Nicole’s voicemail picked up again, and I shoved the phone into the seatback pocket, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me.

I told myself I was being crazy and paranoid. That Brayden would never really go after Ryland. I told myself the reason all of their phones went to voicemail was because they were busy. Ryland and Nicole were probably at work, but reception kept telling me they weren’t available. Brayden could have been at the bar, or with a friend.

So then why was I sitting on a plane bound for San Francisco? I had no clue. The only thing I knew for certain was my gut told me this was where I needed to be.

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I slipped out of the elevator doors before they even fully opened, scrambling towards Ryland’s door with forced calmness.

I didn’t know what I would say to him when he answered, completely fine. I would look like a lunatic, I was sure, and give him false hope where none lived. But I pounded on the wood anyway, waiting impatiently for him to answer.

He didn’t.

I already knew he wasn’t at work since I’d called reception again on the way over. The temp on the phone told me neither he or Nicole came into work that day, and that was all the information she had. It was midweek so he wouldn’t be at Belvedere Island.

That only left his apartment.

I dug into the bottom of my purse, retrieving the key ring I never thought I’d be using again. Only, the key I needed was missing.

Brayden.

I reached for the handle anyway, expecting it to be locked. But it wasn't. I swung it open wide and nearly collapsed from the sight before me.

Blood.

So much blood. Smeared across the floor, the breakfast bar, the walls. I couldn’t make sense of it.

The phone lay shattered on the kitchen tile. The bar stools were nothing but a splintered pile of wood, scattered across the living room floor. There was glass and furniture everywhere.

The blood was a dull red color, which meant that it had been dried for a while. I cupped a hand over my mouth as I searched the rest of the apartment frantically. Tears streamed down my face as I checked every room, noting that my sewing room had been locked and turned into a shrine like his dead family members.

Because Ryland thought he’d lost me too.

And if he was dead, I would die too. Knowing I never told him how much I loved him. Knowing I didn’t help him as much as I should have. Knowing that my own flesh and blood had done this.

My heart stopped functioning. I couldn’t breathe. I was hyperventilating. A strange wheezing sound came from my lungs every time I tried to drag in some air. I fell onto my knees in his bedroom, dragging his tee shirt to my face.

Oh, God. It smelled like him.

Ryland.

Another sob heaved from my chest, and it echoed around the room as I repeated his name over and over again. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. He was gone. I was so certain of it I couldn’t move. Grief had paralyzed me.

But then the front door slammed, and something like hope sparked to life inside of me. I dragged myself into the kitchen, where Nicole stood with a hollow and lifeless expression on her face. There was no shock, no confusion… only acceptance.

“Nicole?”

It was my plea for her to deny what I feared. To deny that I had any right to feel the way I did at that moment.

She didn’t respond. She was half comatose herself as she stared at me.

“Where is he?” I shook her arms. “Where is Ryland?”

“He’s… at the hospital.” She sagged against the counter. “I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t smell the death all around me anymore.”

“Death?” I shook my head. “No, not death. He’s okay.”

She opened her mouth but nothing came out, and I shook her harder.

“He’s okay, Nicole.” I wasn’t asking anymore. I was telling her. Because I couldn’t accept any other option.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.

“I have to go to him,” I said, rushing for the door.

“They wouldn’t tell me.”

It was the last thing I heard before I left the apartment.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“I’m his fiancé,” I blurted. “Please, you have to tell me.”

The nurse gave me a skeptical look, one that guaranteed she knew I was full of shit. But I didn’t care, and I guess neither did she. She took pity on me and typed something into her computer.


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