Darkest Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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Sergiu laughs, and that thick Romanian accent makes me want to be sick. “Sure, if he ever finds out, which he won’t. I’m his second-in-command, his flesh and blood who has stood by him since childhood. You are some whore he picked out at an auction. He will soon forget about you,” he says, producing a needle that induces the rawest terror within me. “It’s time for you to go, Chiara. There’s no room for you here.”

And with that, he slams the needle into the side of my neck and empties the syringe straight into my bloodstream.

My body slams against the hard ground as consciousness comes back to me. My head pounds, but I’m all too aware of the familiar cell I’m sprawled across to take a moment to focus on the pain.

It’s small and dirty, but that’s the least of my problems. My pained wrists are bound to the wall to keep me down as an eager audience watches over me.

Sergiu and Monica stand outside my cell, watching me like a caged animal with another guy I don’t know the name of, but I remember him from last time. He’s the owner, the asshole who was responsible for all of this bullshit.

Pulling myself up off the ground, I sit against the blood-smeared wall as I keep my gaze locked on them, all too aware of the fact the cell door remains open. Sergiu watches me too closely, and the vile way he looks at me makes my skin crawl.

He steps around the metal bars and creeps into the opening of my small cell. “Not so pretty anymore, stupid girl,” Sergiu muses as he crouches down. “I wonder if he will still care for you once you’ve been thoroughly destroyed by another man.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat as I try to cling to the thought of what Killian will do to him once he finds out.

I don’t bother responding, too fearful for what’s supposed to come next. Will I be abused in here? Stripped of my clothing and dressed up as the perfect little whore like last time? Put on display and sold to the highest bidder, or is that the best outcome I could possibly hope for? I got lucky last time, but luck like that doesn’t come around often. Will it be worse for me now?

Sergiu looks over me, that vile stare making me sick. “Such a waste,” he mutters. “You’re a foolish girl, Chiara. You should have taken my warnings a little more seriously. I told you what would become of you if you opened your mouth about my wife.”

I scoff and spit at him before kicking up dirt all over his expensive suit. “Joke’s on you, asshole,” I say with a twisted smirk of my own. “Do what you want to me, it makes no difference because that’s not all I told him. I might die here or be sold to some piece of shit who’ll rape me over and over, but it’s nothing compared to what Killian will do to you.”

Sergiu watches me for a moment, his gaze narrowed as if trying to catch me in a bluff, but there’s no bluff here. “He doesn’t know shit.”

My lips twist, the sweetest satisfaction coming from the fear in his eyes. “Is that really a risk you’re willing to take? After all, I was more than happy to tell him all about your wife’s betrayal. So why the hell wouldn’t I tell him about yours? Only difference is, the shit you did to me comes with surveillance footage that Killian spent hours combing through last night. So the real question is, why the fuck haven’t you started running yet? Are you that confident that he’ll let your crimes slide?” I pause, meeting his horrid stare. “Ask yourself, Sergiu. Whose back will he truly have? Yours . . . or mine?”

Sergiu clenches his jaw and raises back to full height. He backs out of my cell, keeping his gaze locked on mine before finally turning to his wife. “Come on. We must leave.”

“What?” Monica screeches. “No way. We’re not leaving until that bitch gets what she deserves.”

Sergiu lunges for his wife, closing his big hand around her throat before slamming her back against the metal bars of the cell. “You’ll do as I fucking tell you to,” he growls before holding her there until the fight leaves her.

“Yes, Sergiu,” she says.

He releases her before glancing toward the asshole who runs this shitshow. “Make sure you get rid of her this time,” he snaps. “If the bitch won’t sell, put a bullet through her brain.”

With that, Sergiu stalks off, not stopping to check if his wife is following, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll get moving. But instead, she turns back and meets my stare. “You’re gonna wish I killed you when I had the chance.”


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