God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
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She has more pictures with her friends than with her brothers.

It’s funny how people narrate their lives through their social media subconsciously. It’s why I make my own narrative that no one can read behind.

Except for fucking Glyndon who put everything together about the absence of Dad from my Instagram, obviously.

Brandon’s stance loses all the stiffness from earlier and the haunting sound of the key against the hood makes me pause. Not for long, though.

I knew Landon came with plans to scratch my car, and as much as I’m tempted to bash his head on the metal and fill the scratches with his blood, there are more important things at stake.

Such as Brandon’s approval.

“Your brother obviously doesn’t understand reason, but I’m sure you do.” I step forward. “I’m on your and Glyn’s side.”

“Back the fuck off,” Landon says while still vandalizing my car.

The garage will fix that. But only I can keep this leverage in the current situation.

“How do I know you’re not using her?” Brandon asks a very logical question.

“If I were using her, I would’ve gotten bored within the first two days and let her go.”

Which is true.

Fuck.

If I’m not using her, then what am I doing with her exactly?

People only fall into three categories for me.

Worth being used.

Not worth being used.

Neutral.

She’s in none of the above.

But I’m sure she’s in there somewhere, because she holds enough space to fuck up my day.

“That’s not as reassuring as you were trying to make it sound,” Bran says with a raised eyebrow.

“I could’ve lied, but I chose not to. Glyn said she likes my honesty.” Before she fucking ghosted me because of it.

Brandon smiles a little, probably knowing how true that statement is, and it takes effort to hide my smirk as I stare back at the other brother.

Destroy my car all you want, but guess who’s winning, Landon?

Not you.

Yes, Brandon may not come around right away, but he’ll get there. Unless Glyndon runs her mouth and ruins it.

But even if she does, I’ll start from scratch to earn the nice brother’s approval.

All the effort I’m making for this fucking rabbit is starting to piss me off, but still, it’s entertaining.

I’m about to push a little further, just because I can, but a tiny figure approaches us in moderate steps, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

Her blonde hair is gathered in a long ponytail with a fuck ton of ribbons that match the ones on her black dress, boots, and bag.

She’s like a fucking Goth Barbie, sans the black hair, and a creepy 2.0 version of Mom and Aunt Rai.

Oh, and this is about the worst timing to come find me.

My cousin Mia, who’s a year younger than me, holds a container of food and smiles at me, brightly, and I know not to take that shit for granted.

I know I’m one of the few people she smiles at.

Her steps come to a halt when she sees what Landon has done to my car and stares at him with a furrowed brow, then at the key in his hand, then at the map of horror on the red paint.

Be ready for your ride to be thrown off a ditch, motherfucker.

She puts the strap of the food container over her shoulder, letting it hang on her side, and signs, “Why did this fucking tool ruin your car and why is he still breathing?”

I smirk. Good question, cousin.

The answer is something I don’t even want to admit to myself, though.

I’d probably be blacklisted from Glyn’s life if I hurt her brother—even if he is a slimy motherfucker. But that doesn’t mean I won’t make this asshole’s life miserable.

“And now, we have a mute in our ranks.” Landon smiles, knowing full well that this changes the balance of power from earlier. “Brilliant.”

“Lan, stop it,” Bran warns.

“Call her a mute again and I’ll skin you alive,” I say with enough menace to make my vision go red.

Mia is the only person on earth who’s told me, or more like signed to me, that “It’s okay to be different, Kill. I still love you.”

And I would murder for her. No questions asked.

“What’s wrong with calling a mute a mute?” Landon continues smiling, having already forgotten about scratching my paint. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Tell him I don’t mind one bit and I’m also sure he wouldn’t mind this,” Mia signs to me, then flips him both her middle fingers while smiling sweetly.

He narrows his eyes, his humor vanishing. Brandon smiles and turns to me, “Please apologize to her on my brother’s behalf.”

“She can hear you,” I say. “She just doesn’t speak.”

She signs to me and I tell Brandon, “She said not to apologize on behalf of, and I quote, ‘a motherfucking tool, who’s polluting the air with his breath,’ because you’re not responsible for his actions.”


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