Death Wish (Deception Duet #2) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deception Duet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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I’m going to throw up. I mean, I knew what Scout told us Alexander did, but seeing the evidence of it is something else entirely. If he weren’t already dead, I’d kill him myself.

Another picture is of a naked Landry, pale and rail thin, curled up on the shower ground, blood running down the drain.

She takes off running, barely making it into the bathroom before she starts puking. Sparrow chases after her. I’m left alone, staring at the scene in front of me on the screen. The picture is labeled: miscarriage.

Landry was so young.

Thirteen or fourteen.

And miscarried her father’s baby.

I close the laptop, unable to look anymore. If Sandra were here, I’d smack that bitch for not doing something sooner. She watched all this happen, fucking recorded every detail, and did nothing.

I’m glad Scout isn’t here. If he were to see all this, he’d want to murder that woman with his bare hands. We need him out of jail, not sentenced to life over someone so inconsequential as Sandra.

Quickly, I text Leo that we have all the evidence we need to get Scout out. Then, I toss the phone on the bed beside my laptop and go to our girl. I find her curled up in Sparrow’s lap, clinging to the front of his shirt.

I kneel beside them and kiss her head. “Everything is going to be okay now, honey. I promise. You and Della are safe. You’re loved. You’re fucking free.”

She cries, but fuck do they sound like tears of utter and complete relief.

Epilogue

Landry

Two weeks later…

No trial.

Scout’s case won’t be going to trial.

I’d agonized about submitting the proof of what my father had done to us, because it meant handing over evidence of the most terrible parts of my life. It was disgusting and wrong. But it also meant a quick way to get Scout’s case dropped.

He did what he had to in order to protect me and Della, so of course I was going to do the same. The USB drive was enough to have the prosecutors so disturbed and horrified, they immediately dropped the case. No one wants to associate themselves with protecting the reputation of a man who could rape his own daughter, beat his children mercilessly, and murder his own wife.

My father’s quick death was an easy out for him.

I endured what no person should have, and it sucked revealing those skeletons in my closet, but it’s okay because now Scout is free.

Well, almost free.

We’re just waiting for them to officially release him.

Nothing will prevent me from meeting Scout when he gets let out.

A door opens and a man walks through.

My man.

I scream and run toward him. He captures me in his strong arms, hugging me tight and spinning me around. As soon as he sets me to my feet, I grab his face, pulling his lips to mine. I’ve missed him so damn much.

He kisses me like I might vanish any second. I cling to him, hoping he understands I’ll never leave him or his brothers. After a long kiss, Scout pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. His dark eyes—ones I’d once been terrified of—now comfort me.

“These assholes take care of you for me?”

“They did okay.” I grin at him. “Missed you.”

“She’s lying,” Sully says, coming up behind me. “She didn’t miss you. She missed your dick.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re a dick.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining this morning. Right, Sparrow?”

Sparrow laughs. “I’m pretty sure you were begging for that dick, baby.”

“See what I’ve had to put up with?” I say to Scout. “They pick on me all the time. Now you can protect me.”

Scout hauls me back into his arms. God, I’ve missed him. Our limited phone calls and few brief visits weren’t enough.

“Come on,” Scout growls. “I’m over this fucking place.”

He takes my hand in his, guiding me out of the building. As soon as we’re in Sparrow’s death trap of a car, with me and Scout in the backseat alone, I start tugging at his button on his jeans.

“Can’t even wait until we get home?” Sparrow complains from the driver’s seat. “You know how hard it is to drive with a fucking boner?”

“Get over it,” Scout barks back. He drags my panties down my thighs while I make quick work of pulling his dick out. “Climb on my cock, prickly princess. I’ve missed this pretty pussy.”

I shove my dress up and straddle his lap. All it takes is his cock sliding against my pussy for me to feel just how I need to readjust to take him inside me. His fingers dig into my hips and he thrusts up, filling me completely with him.

“Ahh!” I cry out.

My fingers dig into his dark hair that’s messy from not having access to products while in jail. I crash my lips to his, kissing him like my life depends on it. Our lovemaking is desperate and quick, both of us needing to just feel the other after the recent traumatic events we’ve been through. He comes quick enough it earns him jeers from the front seat, but I ignore it, losing myself to the way he fingers my clit so I’ll come too.


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