Deadly Protector (Kingdom of Sin #4) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom of Sin Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
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“Fuck you! She was just a girl. Abram had me do that to lots of them. He got off on it. She was worthless. Her own mother gave us the keys to get into the girl’s house. She even told us to teach her a lesson.” He tried to laugh, but he was wheezing and too weak from pain. His words chill me to the bone. I silently vow that this is something that my Gia will never find out. I’m also going to make her mother pay. “You’re doing all this over some pussy? What a joke. She wasn’t even the best I’ve had.”

I step on his groin then, wishing I had on my boots, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not like he can move. Then, I take my knife and look over my shoulder at him with a smile that I’m sure is sinister looking, because right now, the only pleasure I have is knowing I’m ending his sorry life. “My knife is pretty dull. I spent twenty minutes—while the men were getting you ready for me—throwing the sharp blade into one of those turtle statues around here.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles, but I feel the terror that is trembling through him. It makes me happy.

“I did it so this would really hurt. In case you were wondering, I’m going to get off on that. You’re going to be the best kill I’ve ever had. I’m so fucking excited over killing you. I’m actually planning on celebrating it for a while.”

“J-just do it.”

“Come on. You should be asking how I’m going to commemorate your death. Oh, never mind. I’ll be nice and tell you. When I finally do end your miserable, stinking life, I’m going to cut your heart out and bring it back to Miami with me. I’m going to dig a hole and bury it just outside my fence line and then, every fucking morning and every fucking night, I’m going to yank out my dick, which—spoiler alert—is much bigger than your pitiful example of one, and piss all over the only part left of you to rot.”

“Just kill me already,” he snaps, but his voice is weak. He also pisses himself. Thankfully, I don’t have to touch that end. I grab his dick and begin sawing through it. The knife is definitely dull, so it’s making jagged cuts. Eventually, it makes it through, as I blot out the fucker’s screams. When I grab it by the sawn-off base, I turn, holding up the limp-ass thing, looking down at him. “Oh, God, oh, God,” he cries, panicking and making me laugh.

“I’m not a religious man, but I really doubt God is listening to you.” I push the head of his cock against his mouth. It kind of folds in half, but the bastard keeps his mouth closed. I sigh. “I knew you were going to make this hard. Which is ironic since your dick will never be that way again.”

“You need some help?” Antonio asks from across the room, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

I nod. “Open his mouth for me. That way I don’t have to touch anymore of his junk than I am now.”

Antonio comes down and slaps Adam on the side of his mouth. “Open wide, asshole,” he laughs, shaking his head as he watches me. “Well, maybe not that wide. You sure didn’t have much to work with, did you?”

The man clamps his mouth shut, causing both me and Antonio to exhale in irritation. “They never make it easy,” I mutter.

“Nope, but sometimes that’s fun,” Antonio says, pulling his gun from the back of his pants. He uses the butt of his gun to shove it against the man’s teeth. Antonio doesn’t take no for an answer. He shoves harder and I’m pretty sure some of the bastard’s teeth break—not that I care. Then Antonio uses his hands to pull Adam’s bleeding mouth apart. “Do it quick,” he orders. “And I get to hit you every time I feel that man’s dick touching my fingers.”

I laugh and stuff the limp appendage into our victim’s mouth, gagging him with it.

“Look at that. He deep throats like a natural,” I joke.

“He’s probably done it a million times for old Abram,” Antonio points out.

I nod in agreement as I bring up my knife to make sure Adam sees it. It’s covered in his blood and the man’s eyes go round with fear or hell, maybe it’s the pain and loss of the blood—either way I enjoy the look. I let the pointed end of my blade drag against my victim’s chest, making the shape of a heart just because. “I’m afraid this is going to hurt, but hey, when I finally get it cut out, you won’t feel anything anymore. You also won’t be breathing the same air as my wife. I think we could both agree this will be a win-win for both of us. Mine will just be happier.” The bastard says something in response, but it comes off muffled because he’s busy trying to swallow down his limp, pencil dick just to breathe. I get to work, sawing into his chest to cut out his heart. Antonio hums while I do it. I look over at him. “What are you doing?”


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