Kill Game (The Devious Games Duet #1) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
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I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just say, “Oh.”

“Take that bag and your purse and wait in my car.” Killian hands me his keys. “I’ll bring your other things.”

I stare at the keys.

“Don’t worry,” he adds.

“You’re not gonna hurt him, are you?” I whisper.

“Not right now,” he says, coldly.

“Violet,” Ray croaks out from the floor where he sits between the coffee table and the couch. “I love you. I’m gonna fix this. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Killian shouts. “Eyes off her, Ass-wipe. I told you, the next two weeks, she’s not yours. She’s mine. Take your eyes off what’s mine before I put a bullet in your forehead.”

Ray closes his eyes and stares at the floor, looking defeated.

I rush out of the apartment and woodenly press the elevator button.

And then I’m blinking at the steel doors, listening to the elevator coming up to get me. Coming up to take me away from Ray for the next two weeks. Is this real? Did that just happen?

11

Killian

“I mean it. You stay away from her. You spend your focus coming up with that money. Do not piss me off further, Iadanza.”

“I’ll find it,” he promises. “I’m sorry, man. I shoulda told you that gig wasn’t a good fit for me. The devil on my shoulder, Kill…”

“It’s your devil, not mine, so not my problem,” I say and lift the bags filled with Violet’s clothes. “Two weeks max - you show up with my money including the juice, no excuses.”

He stares but it’s not blankly. His eyes are active and the vibe coming off him is not good.

I jerk up my chin. “What?”

“What if I can’t. You’d hurt her?”

His eyes are wild with fear. And I want to punch the fucker out. Piece of shit. “You love this girl?”

“I really do, man. Don’t fuckin’ hurt her, please. Please, Kill,” he cries.

Stupid, weak fuck.

“You think I’d hurt a sweet, beautiful girl like that?” I ask.

He looks away and sniffles like a snot-nose kid.

“You think I would,” I state.

“I know we go way back, but just… please … don’t. She’s a good girl. It’s not her fault I’m …” he trails off.

“A loser?”

He flinches.

“Yeah, I can tell she’s too good for you, that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

He nods. “She is. Way too good for me. But she loves me in spite of it.”

Self-deprecation isn’t a redeeming quality in my eyes. I had no respect for this little fuck coming into this and now he’s sunk even lower in my estimation.

“I can think of a lot of things I’d like to do with a girl like that,” I muse and then smile. “Hurtin’ her ain’t top of the list. What if I fuck her? How you gonna feel about that?”

His face twists with agony. “Don’t.” His mouth contorts.

“Tell you what. We’ll talk soon. You let me know how things’re goin’ with your efforts to get me my money. Maybe I’ll knock off a few bucks every time I fuck her. Believe me, though, you come near her before you have my permission, or fuck with her friend, her job, or anyone or anything she cares about, I’ll fuck with you.”

He puts his head down.

“You flexed with me three years ago that she gave world class head, right?”

His shoulders slump further, and he shuts his eyes, pain slashing across his features.

“So she does? I bet she does. Maybe that’s one thing outta your mouth that hasn’t been bullshit. And if she’s as sweet a lay as you say, maybe I’ll keep her. Chances are, you’re not coming up with that cash, right?”

He glares at me and his back goes straight.

Maybe he has some balls left after all.

“You’ll get your money, Kill.”

I snicker. “I’m not a piece of shit, man. The only way I’ll lay my hands, tongue, or cock on that girl is if she wants me to. You bring my money the day it’s due, though, or you won’t like what happens.”

His expression drops and I do my coat up.

“Two weeks max, Raymond.”

I smirk as I get into the elevator.

Stupid fuck. He walked directly into every single trap I’d set.

I get to the car and there she is, sitting there in the passenger seat waiting for me. She didn’t run. The thought crossed my mind, but I had the feeling she’d be here.

Her friend stands beside my car, talking to her through the passenger window. I’m not surprised the friend waited.

The friend looks at me. “Take care of her.”

I give her a wink and watch her get into her car with a smirk on her face. She’s happy that Violet is coming with me. More than happy.

I’ve had a few small talk conversations with that bank teller. She’s flirted with me in the past. She’s an attractive girl, but call me crazy; it’s one of my rules to never take any flirting seriously when the one doing it sees my bank balance on her computer.


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