God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods #3) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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I wait in the shadows for a beat. Two. Ten.

Then I stalk in their direction. I wouldn’t say I’m in complete control of my physical power, but I know exactly where my priorities are.

“Can’t you just stop?” Her words reach me first, soft, imploring, like whenever she’s trying to convince me of something.

The fact that she’s using it on that motherfucker Landon smashes all my attempts to remain calm.

“I’ll stop when I’m dead.” He grins and reaches a hand out to her.

I grab it before he can touch her, then twist it, and I’m about to break his wrist, but he follows my movements and slips away at the last second.

“Hi there, Jeremy. I see you’re a brute as always.” He flings his wrist in the air. “I need my beautiful hands to sculpt, you uncultured swine.”

“One more reason to break your fucking fingers.” I advance toward him, and he curls his hands that he was just bitching about into fists.

Landon is the only art student I know who’s into violence while knowing full well that he could lose his sculpting future in a freak incident at any time, like tonight.

“Jeremy, stop it.” Cecily comes to my side, her body shaking and her voice choked up, probably knowing exactly how much she fucked up.

“Shut up.” I glare at her over my shoulder. “I’ll deal with you in a bit.”

Gentle fingers grab my bicep and effortlessly try to pull me back. I whirl around, grab her by the shoulders, and shake her so hard that she gasps, her entire body going into shock.

“Stop fucking defending him,” I roar, and she freezes, then blinks, a shine gathering in her bottom lids. “The more you take his side, the more adamant I’ll become about finishing his miserable life.”

Cecily trembles in my hold and a loathsome expression I thought would never appear on her face again slowly materializes in front of me.

Fear.

She’s scared of me. We’re back to square one, where she counts her breaths and words around me. Where she doesn’t trust me.

And it’s all because of this motherfucker—

“This has been nice and all, but I have other matters more important than brawling with you, Heathen.” He grins at me through the open window of his car. “Take it easy on our Cecy. She can be sensitive. Remember, I’m always the better choice, love.”

And then his car revs down the road before I can snatch him out and make him one with the ground.

Cecily shrugs her shoulder, using my distraction to free herself of my hold. “I’m going back inside.”

I grab her by the elbow and wrench her around to face me. “Why don’t you tell me what type of rendezvous you had with Landon first?”

“There was no rendezvous. But if I’d told you he wanted to talk, you wouldn’t have believed me.”

“Why does he have to talk to you in the back of an alley? If there was really nothing, why did you have to sneak around?”

“Because of this!” She throws her hands in the air. “You become unhinged whenever his name is brought up, and I would rather not provoke this side of you if I can help it.”

“Meeting him in secret isn’t a solution, Cecily.”

“Would you rather I meet him in public?”

“I’d rather you don’t meet the fucker at all.”

She flinches at my harsh tone and I take a few calming breaths. “Would you like it if I met Maya behind your back?”

Her lips purse. “No.”

“See? Just like your mind goes to the worst at the thought of her, mine does, too, but ten times worse because you actually had feelings for him!”

Her lips twitch and her face becomes paler than her hair. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

“That doesn’t change the result.” I step forward, softening my tone as much as possible. “Is there something you’re hiding from me, Cecily?”

She gulps, a gentle hue covering her cheeks. “Why would you think that?”

“I just feel it.” I don’t have her fully, even in moments where she feels like she’s mine, it’s not complete somehow. I tried to ignore it at first, to trust her and compromise, as she likes to remind me.

But it’s impossible now.

A shard broke the reminder of my trust the moment I found out she was sneaking around to see Landon. Has it happened before?

Will it happen again?

Will I wake up one day and find out everything we have pales in comparison to the feelings she has for her precious fucking prince?

Cecily stares up at me with those big, bright eyes. “Do you promise not to be angry if I tell you?”

“Depends on what you tell me.”

“I can’t say it if you’re being like this.”

“So you’d rather keep me in the dark?”

“No. Hiding this bit of information has been eating me alive. I can’t hide it from you any longer.”


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