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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“I know that. I’m just saying, if I was you, I’d make sure that you kept the secret of it happening at all from Angelina. Girls see things differently than us men.”

“Point taken. I’ll call you tomorrow when we land,” I tell him turning around to leave.

“Hey, Victorio?”

“If you find the person who hurt Angelina, end them quickly. Something like that, it has a way of sucking you in. You can’t get vengeance big enough to heal the pain of the wound, no matter how hard you try. Niko found that out the hard way. If Emilia hadn’t brought him back, I’m not sure he’d be with us today. Be careful, yes?”

I nod. I understand what he means, but at the same time, when I find who I’m looking for, I’m going to make it hurt in every way I can imagine. No one will stop me.

I won’t let them.

angelina

. . .

I’m about to go to the sofa to contemplate what to make for an early—really early—breakfast when Victor’s damn phone begins ringing. It’s probably not loud, but it feels like it is booming.

My head hurts, I’m groggy and it’s only—I look over at the clock—four in the morning. Today sucks. It is officially the worst day in the history of days. Okay, I think as I yawn, that might be over-dramatizing things a little much. After all, there are wars, famine, horrible natural disasters, and so forth. I get it. Yet, for me personally, today is the worst day ever. Well, scratch that. It started before today. Yesterday was like the precursor of bad days. That means I should have known today was going to be horrible. I should have prepared.

I didn’t.

I had to come home from work early yesterday. And why? Because for the first time in history, I started my period early. Yep, I started two weeks early to be exact. That’s something that has never happened. I am usually regular—like clockwork even. I was convinced at this point the universe hated me. If I had only known how much worse things would get, I would have begun to make an altar and pray to the fates to forgive me for whatever I did to deserve this misery. I didn’t and I guess that’s on me.

You see, I needed last night with Victor. I truly did. I knew he was going out of town and after the magic that was the night before, I wanted to explore things further. I was looking forward to it. Then, bam! Out of nowhere I got my period. It wasn’t just a normal one, either. Nope, this one involved so much pain that I felt like I was dying. I could barely hold my head up. It was so bad that I came home early, grabbing a ride from a friend who thankfully offered. The minute I walked through the door, I took medicine and proceeded to pass out.

The day got worse from there when I slept longer than I thought I would and forgot to call Victor to tell him I wasn’t at work. When he dropped by the shelter to pick me up, he panicked because I was nowhere to be found. He started calling my cell like a madman. It was embarrassing as hell to tell him why I had fallen asleep all evening—not to mention why I was sick. I didn’t want to say it. I tried to avoid his questioning every way I could. He kept hammering me with questions about what was wrong and demanding I go to the urgent care place in town. He was getting on my nerves. Finally, I was so upset that I just blurted it out.

“I’m bleeding from my vagina!”

Yep, just like that. Real classy like.

I was mortified and slapped my hand over my mouth. Victor just went quiet, said he’d be home in a bit, and hung up.

He didn’t even say goodbye.

For some reason, that really bothered me and that made me cry. I was still crying when Victor walked through the door, carrying one of those reusable bags from the grocery store. He put it on the counter, where I was crying over a bowl of ice cream and then—despite my protest—picked me up, carried me into the living room and settled on the sofa, putting me in his lap.

We stayed like that for a while. I even felt like things would get better.

I was wrong.

He got up after a bit, laid me on the sofa and tucked a fleece throw around me. He put my melted ice cream in the sink. I was stupid enough to eat out of the carton, so I lost the whole gallon of my caramel toffee surprise. The surprise, by the way, was marshmallows. It may sound gross to some, although I have no idea who those people would be, but it is so good that I could eat a whole gallon at a time if I let myself.


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