Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | I Thee Take (To Have And To Hold Duet #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Natasha Knight |
| Language: | English |
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Scarlett Cristiano is my enemy. He’s also the only man with whom I’ve ever felt safe. Protected. But I have to remember that he married me with one purpose in mind. Revenge. I would be the bridge to his real enemies. I can’t let myself forget that he isn’t the hero of this story. His hands are covered in blood. I saw that with my own eyes. Cristiano I thought I knew Scarlett’s past, but I didn’t know anything. I thought I knew the worst of monsters, but I hadn’t seen anything yet. Sometimes you have to lie to yourself to survive. Sometimes it’s those closest to you who will bury their knives in your back. Too many times it’s the innocents who pay for your mistakes. For your refusal to see. I can’t let Scarlett pay for mine. But I may be too late to stop it. | |
| Books in Series: | To Have And To Hold Duet Series by Natasha Knight |
| Books by Author: | Natasha Knight |
1
Cristiano
Six men lie on the ground at the front of the house, all but two shot execution style. The two are riddled with bullets. They were taken by surprise. The others were rounded up. They saw death coming.
“The front door was open when we got here,” Antonio says.
I should have left him with her. Why didn’t I leave him?
“Any of their soldiers among the dead?” my uncle asks.
Antonio shakes his head.
We were ambushed. Betrayed again. No one knew this house even existed. Even if they did, no one knew she was here. No one but the men who were here with her. Who are now dead.
All except for one.
“Where’s Alec?” I ask. He’s the lone survivor. He called it in a few hours ago.
“Kitchen.”
I look beyond the house to the mountains. Turn around to the ocean. They drove right up. Killed the men at the checkpoints and continued straight to the house.
Betrayed.
Again.
I turn to my uncle who has remarkably not puked at the sight of the bloodbath, both outside and inside the house. Maybe I don’t know him as well as I think.
Inside is decidedly worse, the blood marking the walls and furniture. I’m taken back in time, back a full decade to another massacre.
The other half dozen men and the kitchen girl lie dead. Shot in the back of the head execution style like the others.
“Fuck.”
The bedroom doors stand open and from here I see the rumpled bed, see the shards of glass from the whiskey bottle I’d smashed against the wall. The bathroom light is on, too.
At least she’s not dead. They didn’t kill her. Anything is better than dead.
“Cris,” Alec starts, rising from his seat, but wincing and falling back down to the chair.
I look him over but can’t tell how much of the blood is his and how much is from the others. What strikes me most isn’t that. It’s his expression. The tears he’s trying hard not to shed.
The last time I saw a grown man cry was when my father watched his wife degraded before his eyes.
My jaw tenses, my gut twists.
I go to him. “Are you okay?”
“I should be dead.”
Why aren’t you? I don’t ask.
“He’ll be fine. Out of commission for a while, but fine,” the doctor who stitched me up just days ago says. Lately, it seems I singlehandedly keep his mortgage paid. “Can’t work this arm for a while and he’ll need a cast for his leg.”
“Who were they?” I ask Alec.
“Mexican soldiers. Her uncle led them.”
Jacob De La Cruz. I’d seen him just hours ago. Ordered him to arrange a meeting with that fuck Felix Pérez.
“Was she hurt?”
He doesn’t quite look at me.
I grip his hair, force his face to mine. He needs to man up. I made a mistake trusting him to protect her.
“Did. They. Hurt. Her?”
“She was hunched over when they dragged her out,” he pauses. “Naked,” he adds in a barely audible whisper.
It’s hard to swallow. I can’t put a finger on the thoughts and emotions turned to physical sensation inside me. Blood pounds against my ears. A burning hot rage followed by the cold fear of loss. Of losing someone else. Losing her.
My dream comes back to me, that scene again. Scarlett in my mother’s place. Scarlett calling for me. Calling for me to help her. It was no coincidence.