El Diablo Read Online Books by M. Robinson (The Devil #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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“Where the Hell did you come from?” I asked her.

“A…lex…a,” she stuttered, bowing her head. I could barely understand her baby gibberish. Tears poured down her porcelain skin, terrified at the scene unfolding in front of her. Nothing a little girl should be witnessing.

“Lex, hasn’t your mama told you about the monsters that lurk in the dark?”

Her eyes widened with fear.

“I’m one of those monsters,” I whispered into her ear.

Esteban tried to watch the whole scene unfold, making it harder for him to defend himself. To make a long story short, my men stopped the fight, Esteban was the only one that stayed behind, worried for the little girl.

I respected that.

I asked him if he wanted a job, and he happily obliged. After bullshitting for a few minutes, I handed him the kid and told him to find her fucking parents. I didn’t have time to babysit.

He’d been working for me ever since.

I peered up at him, narrowing my eyes. “Congratulations. Did you forget how to fucking knock?” The blonde's head that was sucking my cock tried to look up, but I pushed her back down. “Did I say you could stop?” She gagged, taking my dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“I… I was… it didn’t…” Esteban stuttered, watching her mouth stroke me up and down, my grip never moving from the back of her head.

My cell phone rang with an unknown number appearing on the screen. “I need to take this.”

“I need—”

“I don't know why you think I fucking care, Esteban. Now turn around, man the fuck up, and take care of the problem.”

“Alej—”

“Go outside, and play hide and go fuck yourself. I need to take this call,” I ordered in a demanding tone. “Ahora!”

Patience was never part of my nature, especially now.

“Did I fucking stutter?”

He finally nodded, turned and left.

I shoved the blonde’s head away, causing her to fall on her ass with a thud. “That means you too, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck?” she seethed.

“No shit. With lips like yours I thought you’d be a goddamn pro.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that? I’m the best.”

“The best thing to ever come out of your mouth was my cock. Now get the fuck out.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“If I wanted a comeback, I’d ask you to spit.”

She stomped her way toward the door, like I gave a fuck. “Martinez,” I answered the phone as soon as she slammed the door shut behind her.

“Alejandro Martinez?” the woman on the other end inquired.

“This is him,” I responded, annoyed.

“I’m calling from Sibley Memorial Hospital. There’s been a car accident. You’re the contact in case of emergency for Michael and Amari Mitchell. We need for you to come in as soon as possible.”

“What? What do you mean? Where's Amari? Is she okay?” My heart sped up, beating out of my chest. Panic setting in.

“Sir, calm down. All I can tell you over the phone is that we need you to come in. We’re legally bound not to disclose any information over the phone, Sir.”

“Please…” I begged in a voice I didn’t recognize. “Where is the little girl? Daisy, their daughter. The least you could do is tell me that. Where is Daisy?”

“She’s here too. I'd advise you to come immediately. The nurses will inform you once you’ve arrived.”

“Ma'am, with all due respect I need to talk to my fucking sister,” I gritted through a clenched jaw, trying not to flip the fuck out on her.

“Mr. Martinez, it's important that you get on the next flight out. That's all I can say.”

I ended the call, dialing one of my men I had watching them. “What the fuck?”

“Boss,” he answered. “It’s bad. It’s really fucking bad. I was just about to call you.”

“Are they alive?”

“Boss, I—”

“Are they fucking alive?”

“Daisy is. I’m sor—” I hung up.

The picture of Daisy lying on Amari’s chest when she was born, sat on the corner of my desk, mocking me. She was looking down at her newborn daughter adoringly, already a devoted mother. Daisy was the first and last baby I’d ever held. I hadn’t seen either one of them since that day, six years ago.

I loved Daisy instantly, which was such a foreign emotion for me. I hadn’t felt love in such a long time. I didn’t even think I was capable of feeling it any more. I held her tiny frame against my chest, cradling her in my arms. Rubbing her chubby baby fingers, as I stared into her beautiful eyes. Memorizing the feel of her soft skin and baby scent. The need to protect her was so overpowering for someone I’d only just met for the first time. A primal urge to keep her safe took over, and I would stop at nothing to keep my niece away from harm.

Exactly how I would her mother.


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