Lessons Learned (Mission Mercenaries #1) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Action, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Mission Mercenaries Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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“How would you hurt me this time?”

“I’ll fuck your ass until you bleed.”

Her eyes narrow, but she gets distracted by the empty glass and promptly starts refilling it.

“The last guy who fucked my ass ended up with a slit throat.”

“Sounds like a hell of a date,” I say, but the information makes me seethe inside.

I can only imagine the situation she was in. Lauren is no fucking stranger to being at the whims of some of the evilest men I’ve ever set eyes on.

Housewives claim to be unvalued because their husbands don’t take out the trash, or they don’t feel valued because they caught the man they married looking at other women, or watching porn and jacking off after her fourth headache of the week.

Lauren purposely puts herself right in the middle of hell. She’s been raped, sodomized, beaten, tortured, hurt in seriously bad ways in order to take out some of those men.

I think she’s fucking crazy for it, but I also know there has to be an underlying reason.

I completely understand wanting a little rough sex. I can wrap my head around the hairpulling, the fast and quick invasion that burns in just the right way. Hell, I can get behind the smacking and bruises and the breath play, but what she does? It’s fucked up. It’s a way to punish herself, but the why will remain a mystery because it’s not my fucking business. I have my own shit to deal with. I don’t need her sad tales of childhood in my head.

“How are you even fucking here, Lauren?” I ask, my tone bored as I drop onto the bed.

I know better than to close my eyes with her around, but I’m a little too tired to keep standing.

She chuckles as if I told a joke, but it’s once again interrupted by a long swig of her drink.

I know she’s smart enough not to get intoxicated around people she can’t trust, and thinking I’m someone who wouldn’t just walk out of this room and leave her to fend for herself is a grave fucking mistake on her part.

“I put an AirTag in your truck.” She smiles over her glass as if she’s the most creative person in the world.

“Crazy bitch,” I mutter, but I find myself smiling, too.

Modern technology is a fucking bitch these days. When I work, I have my older phone and drive my older truck. It doesn’t make tracking impossible, but it makes it harder.

Lauren shrugs as if tracking someone’s car is just an everyday practice, and maybe for her it is.

“Why here? Why not go back to Cerberus. You seemed cozy there.”

She scoffs, her head shaking back and forth, making it very clear she doesn’t have full control over her body. She lists to the side a little before catching herself and straightening back up.

“They already watch me and think I’m crazy for what I do for work.” She shakes her head again, her eyes growing even glassier as she looks at the wall across the room. “I can only imagine what they would think if they found out that Liana was Daddy’s favorite instead of me.”

My heart skips a beat, and when it pumps the next time, my skin is cold, my eyes feeling like branding irons as I stare at her.

I said I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her to spill her secrets. I don’t want to know why she continues to hurt herself in some of the vilest ways, but with her confession, I find I want to know more.

I don’t speak. I won’t open my mouth to ask, but I get the feeling I’m not going to have to. By sunrise tomorrow, I’m going to know all of her pain, her heartache, and the reasons she punishes herself.

“I found her, you know? The day she slit her wrists. I was the only one left alive in the house.”

I swallow, refusing to think about those last couple of hours with my mother, the spread of red, the sunshine, the hammer.

“She was pregnant. At least that’s what my grandmother said after the autopsy came back. That vindictive old lady died, thinking that my dad found out about the pregnancy and that’s what started the fight. She always defended him. Always blamed Liana.”

Tears, ones very similar to the ones she cried when I fucked her, slide down her cheeks. She doesn’t bother to swipe them away. She remains confident even in her pain.

“I never told her the truth. She wouldn’t have believed me. I don’t imagine there are many that would believe that my father was the one to get her pregnant, that they fought because she wanted an abortion and he refused. No one would believe that he’d been hurting her for years. How could they?” she asks, looking in my direction. “I hid her diary before the cops got there.”


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