Empire (Empire #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Empire Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“Consider it done,” I tell him just moments before watching the three dickheads slink in through the back door of Danny’s Bar, more than ready to spend their night watching over our girl, protecting her from the very people we belong to.

Candice rumbles down the street, the purr of her engine almost as good as the feel of my cock sinking into a slick, warm cunt. Exactly what I plan on doing with Oakley tonight. And if she’s anything like I’ve imagined her to be, tonight is going to be one hell of a good night.

It’s a little after two in the morning when I pull up out front of Danny’s Bar and peer through the old windows. The lights are still on, but from what I can tell, they’re just starting to close up. There are still a few people lingering outside, and I can clearly make out Zade, Cross, and Sawyer hidden in the shadows across the road.

I meet Zade’s stare, and with a firm nod, the three of them make their way back toward the shitty apartment complex, where I don’t doubt they’ll use this opportunity to slip into her room and get a feel for her space. She was home last night, and despite my efforts to try and get her out of her apartment, it just wouldn’t happen. She may be desperate to spread those pretty thighs for me, but she kept her word. She wasn’t about to fuck a perfect stranger she met on the street, despite being her neighbor. They’ll get in there tonight though. Cara is all too willing to help out where needed. After all, she’s been dropping to her knees for Zade for years.

After waiting ten minutes, Oakley comes out of Danny’s Bar with two of the other girls, and as one of them locks up, Oakley glances back over her shoulder, watching me through a curious stare. The corners of my lips kick up into a wicked grin, letting her see the filthy intentions in my eyes. Her cheeks flame the brightest shade of red, and I’m more than ready to see just how red I can make her.

She says goodbye to the other girls and they each go their separate ways, one of them walking in the same direction the boys had gone. And if she knew what kind of men she was walking toward, she’d be smart to run the other way.

Zade DeVil is not a good guy. It’s as blunt as that. He takes what he wants, not caring who or what must suffer at his hands to get it. But despite his calculating, lethal ways, he’s still my best friend. It’s not his fault his father molded him into the perfect soldier. Hell, the asshole didn’t need an army when he had Zade, his perfect little pet. He’s just that good at what he does. If only the great Lawson DeVil knew what kind of monster he’d created, he wouldn’t have been so careless as to allow him to get close enough to slit his throat. He all but handed Zade the keys to his kingdom, though one way or another, Zade was going to take them. Empire has always belonged to him, it’s only a matter of making it official.

Oakley turns and makes her way toward me, taking her sweet-ass time, her arms slowly crossing over her chest. She stops short and leans up against the streetlight, watching me with that same curious stare. “Not gonna lie, I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show.”

Fuck, I love this banter with her. She’s not afraid to bring the claws out, and it only makes me that much more excited to start this little dance with her. It’s a shame Zade has to end her. I would have liked to keep her smart mouth around.

I arch a brow, feigning offense. “You think I’m the kind of guy to fuck you around?”

“How would I know? You’re nothing but a stranger with a pretty face, remember? You could be a serial killer for all I know.”

Close. But not quite. The boys and I don’t technically qualify for serial killer status. Though that doesn’t mean taking a life doesn’t get us just as hard. We kill out of requirement, out of defense, or because the order has been handed down by The Circle. It’s what we’ve been trained to do, and damn it, we’re fucking good at our jobs. Though, some of us like it a little more than the others.

“If you really thought I was a serial killer, you would have slipped out the back door and taken off before I got here.”

“Don’t pretend like you know me,” she says with a flirty smile. “I could be in the market for a serial killer. How would you know? Perhaps that kind of psychological mind fuck is what I look for in a man.”


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