I’ll Kiss You Twice (Shame On You #2) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Shame On You Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
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“Will you leave her alone when she doesn’t take it?” I ask him and I nearly said “if,” not when. I hate that I almost questioned it.

“If she doesn’t take it, even though she has a clear way out,” he says and taps his foot once again, “I think she …”

“What? Say it.”

“She doesn’t come from this world. If she stays, she would be staying for you.”

“When she stays,” I correct him.

“When … when she stays. And everyone would know, she loves you and she isn’t leaving.”

I nod, meeting his level gaze.

Braelynn will stay. She knows it’s best. She knows I’ll protect her. She loves me. She will stay.

DECLAN

An hour passes and then another while I sit alone in the kitchen, monitoring the cameras in the bedroom. Half of me expects her to call her mother or do anything other than what’s she’s done. She’s lying in bed, reading a book, occasionally looking at the door.

I know she’s waiting for me but I’m not ready to confront her yet. There’s truth in what Carter said. Perhaps I haven’t locked her in a cage, but Braelynn is my prisoner in a way and she knows it. There’s no way she doesn’t realize it to some degree.

No amount of emails piling up and even more missed calls can distract myself from that nagging truth in the back of my mind. Even notices from the FBI and emails from the district attorney don’t carry enough weight to stray my thoughts away from Braelynn.

With the anxiousness building I delete message after message and email after email. Time off is only time piled up. Half of these messages could be ticking time bombs and I couldn’t fucking care less.

Jase said he’d step in, but it’s been years since anyone else has handled these matters. The last time I sent someone else to take my place, the received message was that of disrespect. It’s Jase, though, not Nate. Nate showing up to settle … issues, speaks one thing loud and clear: it’s not worth my fucking time. That’s one of the reasons why it’s better for me to handle everything myself. The control, the presence, the authority even are better suited for my position. More than once I’ve attempted to bring Nate in, to take on meets and step up to this position. Not a single time was it received well. For one reason and one reason only, I’ll be condemned to this hell for as long as I live—I’m a fucking Cross brother.

Nate’s not. He’s much like Seth and a few others in our family. He’s a longtime friend who’s proved his loyalty time and again, and therefore earned his reputation and power. Whenever my brothers had to step away in the past, he stepped up. I couldn’t have fucking survived without him there.

Still … he’s not one of us and never will be.

Neither is Braelynn.

Carter’s plan, this choice he wants to present to Braelynn, is a fool’s errand. She’s not one of us … yet. And I can’t allow her to prove that fact so very clearly to us all. I can’t and I won’t.

Turning off my phone and pocketing it, I wish I could rid these thoughts but everything comes back to her and what everyone will think. What they’ll say. Scenario after scenario plays out in my head as I make my way back to her.

The thud of my footsteps become louder and louder as I get closer. There is only one way that this ends with limited bloodshed: Nate spreads the whispers that the other men betrayed me and she took the fall for it until I found out the truth. All the men, allies and enemies alike believe it. And Braelynn remains loyal and close to my side.

Any other alternative and it all unravels. In this life, that means threats and death, arrests and even war. Everyone is always waiting for a weak moment. We’ve been through it time and time again.

The men will believe what I’ve told them. And she will be my perfect submissive. There is no other outcome I’ll accept.

With the need to control every single aspect of this fuckup, I open the door and then close it behind me with more anger than intended.

A short gasp from Braelynn and those gorgeous dark wide eyes pinned to me elicits a response from me that’s unexpected.

I feel sorry for her. I’m full of guilt that I brought her into this and sorry that she doesn’t have a choice anymore. “It’s just me,” I offer her in a rough tone as the emotions war inside of me.

With the blanket pulled up her chest and those wide eyes staying large and beautiful, she doesn’t answer beyond a short nod.

Carter’s right. She’s scared. It’s not something that’s easily ignored. The floorboards creak as I walk to the bed. The only thing she needs to be scared of is disappointing me. The bed groans as I sit at the end of it, frustrated with every fucking thing about this situation. I don’t want to be hard on her. With everything she’s been through and the hell storm that’s coming, I don’t want to cause her more pain or fear.


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