Moments of Madness (The Hunters #2) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Hunters Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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There’s my girl, and I’m so proud of her.

“I want you to die knowing I am good, that I’ve made a new, better life for myself. Despite you trying to control me, claim me as if I were your prize, and isolate me from everyone. It didn’t work in the long run. I contacted my parents, I have made friends, and I have great sex.” She smirks at that, and I do too, knowing she’s talking about me.

“You fuck him? Him?” he screams.

“It’s best you go and meet up with Alaska, love. I have things I need to take care of.” I lean in and kiss her lips, griping her cheeks as I do, so he can see that she is mine. I pull away and touch them one last time, smiling at her. “I will see you tonight.”

She nods, and I watch as she heads to the stairs.

“How could you leave me here with him after everything I’ve done for you?” he screams. “You slut.” She tenses at his words but keeps on going.

I walk over and punch his face at the use of that word. She doesn’t look back, and when she’s gone, I step in front of him and lean down.

“It’s time to play.” I smirk.

The asshole starts shaking his head, but that won’t get him anywhere.

“You must think of yourself as a big man because no one ever says no to you.” I stand to my full height. “I have one brother who loves the use of knives.” I walk to the table. “And the other loves guns and knives, but for different reasons.” I lift up both items in my hands and move to take the seat opposite him. He eyes the items as I sit. “Me, I am pretty much always a fight-with-my-fists-and-boots type of man, you know? I am quick with my hands. And the boots to the face… Well, it simply helps with my anger issues. Supposedly we all have anger issues. Who knew?” I shrug, staring at him.

“Let me go. I will pay you and never contact her again,” he begs.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You see, you are a liar. We all know this. And I am not a man to be fooled.” I lift the knife and flip it between my fingers. He watches every move before I grip the handle and fling it so hard that it embeds itself deep in his shoulder. “Shit, I need better aim.” I get up as his eyes go wide with shock, then I pull the knife out, and he screams. I calmly sit back down. “I’m sure I can do better than that. My brother would not be proud of me.” I smile and flip the knife again between my fingers before I walk over to him and place my lips to his forehead before I move back, raise my eyes to him, and throw it again. This time I hit him directly between the legs. My intended target.

He howls like the bitch he is.

And soon enough, I lift the gun and smirk as I shoot right between the eyes.

Fucking dickhead, calling my woman a slut.

Twenty-Six

Kalilah

It’s three weeks later, and I’m back at work and moving into my own place. It’s nice, though Kyson doesn’t seem too pleased to have me leave his home. But he still bought me furniture, which I find funny, and he also tried to give me his car. I told him no, but that I will borrow it until I can get my own. He simply rolled his eyes at me as we carried my new couch inside.

My parents finally responded. I look down at the message again.

Is it really you?

I haven’t replied.

It’s been two days since I received their message, and I keep typing something up and then deleting it.

“A simple ‘yes’ should suffice,” Kyson says, sitting on the couch. He told me Tony wasn’t going to be an issue again. The police contacted me, saying they had found his body and that they were sorry for my loss. I’m officially a widow, and that feels damn good to say. I’m no longer married to the devil.

“But what if they don’t believe me?” I ask.

Alaska walks in and flips her hair. “It’s green,” I say, shocked.

“Yep, my mood changed,” she replies.

“To what?” I ask her, confused.

“Green with envy,” she says proudly.

“Of?” I question, still not understanding.

“That you get a choice if Kyson moves in or not. Zuko forced himself into my place.”

“Let’s not forget you set my house on fire,” Zuko adds, shaking his head as he hands me a bag. “It’s from her.” He nods to Alaska.

“You were supposed to say from us, you fool.” She rolls her eyes at him.

“Yeah, what she said.” He sits on the couch next to his brother.

“Did you really burn his house down?” I ask.


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