Darkness Embraced Read Online Tillie Cole (Hades Hangmen #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hades Hangmen Series by Tillie Cole
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
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My hands had gripped the chair so tightly they ached when I eventually stood up. Smoothing my hand through my long dark hair, I exited the hallway into the courtyard. Tanner’s eyes immediately slammed to mine, to my red, floral summer dress. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

The expression of superiority on his face made my stomach ignite with anger—chin tilted high and jaw tight. The way he stood like he was above everyone in this hacienda made my blood boil. He was on Quintana territory. We were not people to look down on. I was not someone to be looked down upon.

Tilting my chin high too, I walked confidently in his direction, stopping before him. Tanner pulled his cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke—it clouded me in white.

“Do you have one for me?” I laid on my accent thickly as the English words dripped off my tongue.

Tanner’s eyes fell to my lips. My lipstick was scarlet red. When his gaze didn’t move from my mouth, I licked along the seam. Tanner ripped his eyes away, and his jaw clenched so hard I feared it might break the bone.

Looking over my head, the White Prince pulled a packet of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. He held out the packet, pushing a cigarette out of the opening. I took the smoke and brought it toward my lips. “Light?”

Tanner exhaled quickly though his nose, yet he still didn’t speak. I was unsure he could, he’d been that silent both times I’d met him. He pulled out a lighter, and I leaned in close to the flame. As I inched my body closer to Tanner’s, I saw him tense so much he looked like a statue.

I imagined what slights he was throwing toward me in his head. But surprising me, I caught the slight flaring of his eyes as he watched me suck in the first drag of the cigarette.

This, I knew, I could work with.

“So?” I said, as Tanner avoided my stare by busying himself putting the packet back in his pocket. “Papa wants me to show you around. Keep you company while our fathers do business.” Tanner leaned back against the stone wall. His eyes darted along the roof, to the men my father kept around at all times to protect us. Heavily armed men. I followed his attention. “Papa’s men. They won’t bother us as long as you can play nice with us Mexicanos.” I patted his broad chest, the hard planes of his muscles like granite under my palm. Tanner’s hand thrust out and took hold of my wrist. I gasped in shock at his iron-tight grip.

Tanner leaned in close, so that only I would hear him speak. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing at, bitch, but keep your fucking hands off me.” He came even closer. “I might have to fall in line with my old man and follow this bullshit of having to be attached to you while I’m here. But don’t think for a second you’ll affect me.”

Tanner released my wrist and, like nothing had happened, resumed smoking his cigarette. My heart was pounding in my chest. But I was Alfonso Quintana’s daughter. I wouldn’t be rattled by this asshole.

Stepping closer to him again, showing him I wasn’t some little woman he could push around, I said, “Like you, I’m here because my papa asked me to be.” I lifted my hand and ran my finger down the front of his wife-beater. I could hear his breathing stutter. “But we all must do our duty, Tanner Ayers.” I looked back at the many guards stationed around the courtyard. Then to Vincente, my personal guard and Diego’s best friend. His eyes were on me, keeping me safe. He’d be watching me in Diego’s absence. Diego had a habit of being overprotective of me.

I smiled, knowing that Vincente couldn’t tell from where he stood that I was touching Tanner, or that Tanner had touched me. I faced Tanner again, pretending we were engaging in conversation. “You’ll do well to remember you are in my country, my home.” I smiled and watched as his eyes fell back to my lips. When his angry eyes darted back to meet mine, I said quietly, “Here, I am the princess, White Prince. These are my people, and they will not tolerate you stepping out of line. And neither will I.”

I moved back and took another drag of my cigarette. As I blew out the smoke in his face and dropped the lipstick-stained butt to the floor, I said, “Come, White Prince. I’ll give you the grand Quintana tour.”

I could hear his reluctant footsteps fall into line behind me. And I could also hear my heartbeat echo loudly in my ears.

It was beating way too fast.

Chapter Three


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