Dark Knight (Torrio Empire #4) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
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It’s nice to know they were happy, making all my work worth it. At least I know I left them with a good memory. I’ve already given both of them plenty of spectacle.

“So, the place where we're going. Is it, you know, in a city? Please, tell me you're not taking me out to the middle of nowhere.”

Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I catch the way his firm, freshly shaved jaw tightens. But that’s all that happens. He doesn't say a word. I might as well have never spoken. Heat stirs in my chest, and I'm suddenly more convinced than ever that this is not going to work. This was my stupidest idea yet. We'll be lucky if we don't kill each other in the first few days.

What's the alternative, Tatum? No surprise, my thoughts mock me. There is no alternative except to hang around the house while receiving increasingly threatening messages from my ex-boyfriend's father. Even thinking about him makes my skin crawl.

In the end, that's all I could do regarding Kristoff. Brace for impact. It's been months since I packed my things and pretty much fled in the wake of our last disastrous trip together, and I haven't seen him or heard his voice since, but I know that's not a good enough excuse for his father. Not when Kristoff has essentially fallen off the face of the earth since then. His father wants answers I can’t give him, and if Jefferson Knight doesn't know where I am, he can't get to me. I need to keep telling myself that.

“I'm sure your dad will find a way to shut Jefferson up for good,” Romero offers, almost like he's reading my mind.

You mean the way you shut Kristoff up for good? No, I don't know that for sure, but I don't need it spelled out, either. I knew once I confessed what Kristoff did to me during that awful trip to Europe that I was jeopardizing his life. Still, the other option was to keep everything bottled up inside, and that wasn't helping any more than the stupid anxiety meds. Which only dulled the pain yet didn’t take it away. I was falling apart—I still am.

And I can't exactly tell Jefferson how my dad probably killed his son due to him being an abusive asshole, leaving me with no choice except to get out of town until things cool down. Plus, I need the space.

When I don't offer any rebel, he continues, “And then, you can get back to your life. Put all this shit behind you.”

He probably thinks it would be that easy, too. If I had it in me, I would laugh.

“You can, you know, maybe see about getting that internship back. Starting a career.”

“No offense, but I have to ask why you seem to care,” I blurt out. “I'm not a child. You don’t have to offer me ice cream and a pony as long as I behave.”

Slowly, I turn my head to find him staring straight ahead while his jaw works like he's grinding his teeth. Five minutes in, and I’m already tired of him. “If I want to get a job and move on with my life, I will. I don't need you to encourage me. I will pass on the pep talks since you suck at them anyway.”

His lips press into a firm line. That seems to have shut him up. There's not much I hate more than being patronized, which is precisely what he's doing with all this fake positivity shit.

“You have to do something with your life,” he declares because, of course, he has to have the last word.

“By all means, let me take advice from you,” I snarkily reply while staring out the window to my right. “Maybe one day I, too, can be a glorified babysitter.” Finally, I have to close my eyes. At least he'll stop talking to me if he thinks I'm asleep, so that's a bonus.

The babysitter. That's what he is, too. And I'm the baby, as always. I mean, I know I haven't really taken good care of myself lately. However, having people assume I need a caretaker is insulting. It amazes me that it took so long to figure out what my father does for a living. For years I was naive to the darkness that surrounded me, instead telling myself he was in business and made a lot of money and that money was what put us at risk. Hence the guards and the extra security. I told myself you can't build an empire without making enemies. I'm sure that's true, but it was a convenient excuse I used to comfort myself while ignoring the brutal truth.

That brutal truth is staring me right in the face now. It wasn't enough that my boyfriend hurt me—badly, repeatedly, when I was thousands of miles away from home. I had to be kidnapped by one of my father's enemies. I had to lose my absentee mother in the process. I know it was her fault for working with an evil man so she could get back at Dad, but that doesn’t erase the pain of knowing I will never get to tell her all the things she needed to hear. There's no such thing as closure. There's no moving on. The weight of it all rests heavily on my shoulders.


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