Bridges Burned (Mission Mercenaries #3) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mission Mercenaries Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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He’s agitated. There’s no denying it, and I don’t know how far away he is from really losing control.

“What will you do with the information?”

“I’m going to burn their entire fucking world to the ground,” he growls, surprising me a second time. Angry men make statements like his often. They consider themselves invincible. I can’t count how many times I heard Marcello speak of world domination, and it only took a single bullet to stop him.

If I thought this man or anyone could take down the Severino family, I’d spill every secret I’ve ever heard. Even if it meant my eventual death, if telling him meant no one past me was hurt by them, I’d tell him everything.

However, I know better.

I know that even with Alessio’s death there will be someone else willing to step up and take over the family. I can’t imagine anyone being as evil as my betrothed, but I imagine there’s always a chance that a crueler person exists.

My father, a man I haven’t felt much connection to my entire life, flashes in my head. He’s selfish, much like every other man I’ve met in my life, but he’s still family, blood, and with that comes a certain level of loyalty. Allegiance to blood is paramount, and it was drilled into my head as a child from both parents. I can’t figure out how trading me off to the Severinos makes him loyal to me, but I guess none of that matters now.

“Tell me about Ellie.”

I take a deep breath, figuring he already knows about her and the Severino connection to her death, so it’s not exactly like I’m spilling any secrets.

“She was in Alessio’s class at school,” I begin, my mouth snapping closed when he leans in close again.

“I already know that shit.”

Frustration grows inside of me, but I push it down as much as I can.

“I don’t know what you know and what you don’t.”

His jaw ticks, but he backs up a foot or so. He’s still close enough that he could strike me if he lashes out, but I guess the fraction of distance is better than him being right in my face.

“She was his first kill, his loyalty test. He’s a Severino, heir to the family, but he still had to prove his loyalty, had to do something horrendous to prove that he was willing to obey orders.”

“Lucian ordered her death?”

I shake my head, hating the memories of Alessio bragging often about Ellie.

“He got to pick.”

“Why her?”

I lift my eyes to his, wishing the answer held more meaning. “He said ‘just because.’”

“Because what?” he growls.

“Because he wanted to.”

“Because,” he says, as if turning the word over in his head will make it make sense at some point.

“He’s a bad man,” I explain, even though I know he’s well aware of it. “She could’ve wronged him on some extreme level or accidentally stepped on his shoe in the hallway while going to class. It would make no difference to Alessio.”

He nods as if he suspected this already. “What did he do to her?”

“He hurt her, r-raped her.” I swallow when emotions threaten to bubble up out of my throat. “Tortured her. Killed her.”

I turn my head to try and use my shoulder to wipe away a tear slowly making its way down my cheek, but the pain from having my hands tied behind my back for so long keeps me from following through with it.

“Your fake tears don’t mean shit to me,” he snaps, and all I can do is nod in understanding, another tear cresting and falling.

I’ve tried not to cry. I do well when it’s Alessio and Marcello hurting me. They love my tears, pushing me to cry as often as they can. I fight the tears out of pride and stubbornness, knowing that I’ll be hurt more if I don’t give them what they want. They eventually get it, always. They have no boundaries. They’re soulless and feed on the pain of others.

This man seems different. He’s hurting with my recollection of what Alessio has said to me about Ellie. He cared for her.

I don’t think Alessio nor Marcello ever cared about anyone but themselves. There might have been a small part of Alessio that cared for his younger brother but then again, that could’ve only gone as deep as the mandatory loyalty for family went.

He was angry with his death. He wanted answers, but I never saw a tear shed. I doubt the man got emotional and cried at his loss when he was in private, no more than he did in front of his men while commanding them to find the blond-haired blue-eyed boy I lied about killing him.

This man could easily see me as an extension of the Severino family. He seems smart, which means he has to know just how dangerous and untouchable they are. He may be keeping some distance now, but he could snap at any moment. He killed Marcello just for being Alessio’s brother, in retribution for Ellie Baker. I’m his fiancée. In his mind, he probably thinks the older Severino loves me, that we’re happy or some other messed-up shit. I could die hating the man at the hands of another man who has the entire story wrong.


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