Empire of Lust (Torrio Empire #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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“Be right there,” I call out while quickly typing out another message, almost as an afterthought. The buildup of rage at the thought of another man possessing her like I have sends me over the edge. If I’m going to do it, I might as well do it right.

Me: While you’re at it, add a fertility drug. Syringe. Three monthly doses.

Is it wrong what I’m doing? Yes. Very wrong. It’s morally fucked up, but I can’t let her go. By the time she realizes what I’ve done, she’ll be swollen with my child and attached to me forever. My cock comes to life at the idea. Evidence of her belonging to me and only to me. There will be no question of it.

Little bird, you will never fly away. Not if I can help it.

BIANCA

“I guess my daughter’s too busy thinking about her important job to listen to her old man.”

I’m going to give myself whiplash, swinging my head around so fast. Shit, I zoned out again. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Are they working you that hard, sweetie?” Dad’s brows pinch together, an expression of worry overtaking his features. It’s a look I’ve seen too many times. My heart breaks a little for him because all he wants is what’s best for me. Even when he’s being insanely overprotective, he just wants me to be happy.

And I’m very distracted, though he couldn’t possibly imagine why.

He’s waiting, staring at me from his side of the table, wearing his standard uniform of a dress shirt and tie. How many people have felt that heavy stare from the other side of a table down at the police station, I wonder?

“No, they’re not,” I assure him as I reach across the table and squeeze his hand. “I’m just thinking. I didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all.”

“Is Lucas not treating you right? Because I can have a talk with him.”

I involuntarily flinch at the mention of his name. I have yet to tell dad about the breakup. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not a big deal or anything. I’m just worried he’ll lose his mind if he finds out I’m staying with a man much closer to his age than my own.

“Uhhh, things are…”

I blocked his number on Saturday after he called ten times before I even opened my eyes, and stupid me thought that would be the end. I figured since he couldn’t get a hold of me, he would have to leave me alone.

That wasn’t the case because there he was on Sunday morning, waiting in line at the coffee shop when I turned around, a cup in hand. His icy glare of hate spoke volumes before he ever said a word.

“Having problems with your phone?” he asked loudly enough to get the attention of a few customers.

“No,” I replied in a chipper voice, “the block feature works just fine.”

Somebody snorted, which must have embarrassed him enough to shut his mouth. I didn’t even want to think about how he knew I’d be there, so I forced myself to brush it off.

There are only so many things I can pretend weren’t on purpose. Was it a coincidence that I saw him standing on the sidewalk just before walking into the building this morning? I don’t know. He was leaning against a bus stop shelter, watching me with his arms folded across his chest. Casually standing there like he planned to catch a ride. He didn’t say anything.

His random appearances have freaked me out. My skin is starting to crawl. I blame myself partially and Callum. He shouldn’t have called him. Yes, at the time, it was fun, and I spent the rest of the night buzzing off the high of knowing he put Lucas in his place. Watching him react to the phone call while Callum fucked me. The way confusion turned to indignation, then to rage. It was beautiful. The ultimate revenge fantasy. Now I’m not sure if it was worth it. Not if he is going to become a stalker.

“Are things all right between the two of you?” Dad’s question snaps me back to reality. I really need to get my shit together before he figures out I’m a hot mess playing a bad acting job. “If you want to talk to me about anything, you can. I know I’m not the easiest, and talking to your dad about boys is a bit of a fiasco, but I’m here for you.”

“Actually…” No. I can’t tell him the whole story, not yet. He needs the sanitized version of events. The Dad version. “I’m glad you asked because, no, things aren’t going well. In fact, I think we’re going to breakup.”

He nods as if he understands. “Finally. We’re getting closer to the truth now.”

Panic bubbles beneath my cool exterior. “What are you talking about? Do you know something I don’t?”


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