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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“Do you like little girls, asshole? Hmm… A usted le gustan las peladitas, cabron?” my father asked, repeating himself and bringing me back to the present. “I asked you a question. Twice, motherfucker. There won’t be a third.”

Marco lowered his arms. “Sir, we—”

“If you move your hands again, I'll slap the taste out of your fucking mouth. Now do as I say or I'll let the homeboys in the Bronx run a train on your culo. You know what? On second thought, I still might.” He let out a throaty laugh that echoed off the office walls.

“Suck my dick, Martinez,” John spewed from the floor, spitting blood in my father’s direction. “Javier, he sends his regards.”

My dad slowly cocked his head to the side with a grin like the name meant something to him.

Was this retaliation for something?

He casually walked over to him. Only stopping when he was a foot away from John’s face.

“You like to rape little girls? Raping young girl pussy? Is that your thing? You dirty motherfucker,” he didn’t falter, kicking him square in the throat. John recoiled, immediately gasping for air, thrashing around not knowing whether to hold his throat or his leg.

Amari and Sophia both let out a scream, taken aback by my father’s actions. I stepped forward to go to them, and he pointed his gun in my direction, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“Now is not the time, hijo,” he reprimanded, calling me son before turning the gun back on John. “So where were we? Oh yes, you said you wanted me to suck your dick. That’s what you said right? For me to suck your cock?”

John whimpered, “No.”

My father crouched down to his level, pointing the barrel of both guns to his face.

“What? You didn’t say that? You said you wanted me to suck your dick. That’s what you said. Are you calling me a liar? I’m a liar? I believe your exact words were, ‘Suck my dick, Martinez.’ Alejandro, did this piece of shit tell me to suck his dick?”

I stood there nodding my head, unable to find my voice.

“What did he say, hijo?!” yelling at me to answer him.

“He said, ‘Suck my dick, Martinez.’”

“That’s what I thought.” He moved the guns to his cock. “Pull your pants down, John. I’ll be nice. Nicer than you were to my daughter and her friend. I promise I won’t shoot off your dick. I’ll just leave you with one fucking ball. I’ll even let you choose. Make a fucking decision. You tell me, right or left?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” John groaned.

“You know saying sorry is a sign of weakness? Where’s the man who wanted to take my daughter and her friend’s virtue? Huh? Where did that John go? The one who told me to suck his dick, he’s gone? Eh coño?”

Out of nowhere I saw my dad’s arm swing straight up behind him, his face not wavering from John’s. I blinked, following the direction he was aiming, right as another shot was fired, hitting Marco directly in the fucking forehead. Blowing his brains out the back of his head, causing it to splatter on the floor and the walls.

Time just seemed to stand still, nothing moving, including me. Sour bile burned in the back of my throat, threatening to surface. Blood and death lingered in the air, a scent which would forever haunt me. I had never witnessed someone get murdered. I would remember that image for the rest of my life.

There was no going back, it was now a part of me, burned into my senses, whether I wanted it to be or not.

His dead body fell to the floor with a thud. My father didn’t even bother to turn to see what he had just done. He shot a man point blank in the head, executing him without hesitation, without warning, and without any remorse or shame. I envied him at that moment. Seeing him exercise all his power, made me crave it, too, but a part of me was scared and not ready. So many conflicting emotions emerged in a matter of seconds. I still didn’t understand my role as a Martinez.

The life I was supposed to lead one day.

The girls’ screams echoed off the walls, vibrating through every last fiber of my being. I wanted to move. I wanted to grab my sister and Sophia and run. I wanted to hide, but my feet were glued to the goddamn floor beneath me.

“Man up, son. Man the fuck up,” Dad roared while handing me the gun. “One down, one more to go, Alejandro.”

I looked from him to the gun in my shaking hands. It was right then and there I knew my life was about to change forever.

“You look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.”

My body began to tremble as I looked into my father’s vacant green eyes, trying like hell to control the fear coursing through me.


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