Reckless Promise – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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I want to die.

No, seriously, for the first time in my life, I really, truly want to disappear. This is beyond a shadow of the doubt the most humiliating moment of my life. My first day running the froyo shop alone and Janet just happens to show up right after opening and just happens to demand free food. Now she’s going to sit there on her phone and make me want to shove my head in one of the machines and let the inner mechanisms drown me or break my neck or whatever the heck it would do.

I am genuinely tempted to be the first girl to die via froyo machine.

Instead, I sit back on the stool I’m allowed to use only when there aren’t any customers in the store and stare at the neon-colored menu on the wall. I read the flavors, getting acclimated to them, and wonder what’s worse.

Being a junkie or this.

At least when I was on heroin, nothing hurt. At least I didn’t care about anything back then.

I could drift through my days alternating between feeling utter bliss when the drugs hit my veins to feeling like I’d do anything at all to get that bliss back every other second of the day.

I’d rather sit in a school bathroom shivering and shaking because I’m starting to go through withdrawal, smoking a cigarette to try to take the edge off, than stand here and be a froyo girl.

And yet, here I am.

At least Dad was happy when I told him I got a job. He said, perfect, now Janet will get off my back for a while, I love you, sweetie. Which means this has always been about him and not about me. Nothing’s ever been about me.

I am in froyo hell.

Janet hums tunelessly as she swipes. I bet she’s not even aware she’s doing it. Her humming clashes with the music and I’m tempted to tell her to knock it off, but god, what’s the point? What’ll that get me? Dad will only give me crap later and maybe kick me out. Janet knows she has all the power in this dynamic. I’m stuck with no way out.

No future. Nothing to look forward to.

I wipe down the counters for the second time since opening ten minutes ago and the door opens. I glance up, frown a little, and look back down at what I’m doing. I’m hallucinating, I’m so damn depressed. I’m finally at rock bottom, because it looks like Kellen and Finn just walked in through that door, but that can’t be real. My broken, fractured mind is making me see things because I’m so utterly pathetic and can’t even keep a firm grip on reality anymore. I might as well start doing drugs again.

“Hello, wife.”

That voice. I look up, frowning, head tilted. He’s standing there in dark jeans and a dark shirt, his muscular arms bulging and crossed over his chest. Finn’s back by the door, and they must be real, because Janet’s gaping at them, her phone forgotten, her earbuds in her lap.

Holy shit, Holy Shit, HOLY SHIT.

Kellen grins at me, that freaking smile, and I feel my heart stop.

He’s really here, standing in front of the counter, right now, this very moment. I grip the rag and I can’t believe he’s seeing me in a bright pink polo shirt and white shorts with a cartoon cup of froyo smiling and saying Eat Me with a massive spoon in its head. Kellen Hayle, gangster and prince, killer and lover, is in this frozen yogurt shop in Nowhere, Florida, and he’s looking at me like he’s been waiting for this moment since the day I left three weeks back.

“What are you doing here?” I blurt out because what else can I ask right now?

“I came to find you.”

“But why are you in here?”

“Because you are.” His smile falters. “Look, Tara, we need to talk.”

“We need to talk? Are you kidding me?” Some of my surprise wears off and slowly it’s replaced by anger.

How dare this bastard show up now out of the blue and all he says is let’s talk like he didn’t end my life three weeks back and break my heart into a million billion pieces? Like I didn’t watch a bunch of people get murdered right in front of my eyes? Like he didn’t get shot more than once and still have the strength to banish me?

Fucking hell, and suddenly all my shock and longing are gone, replaced by pure rage.

“Tara—”

“No, Kellen, no, you listen to me, you asshole. You send me away and I have to run to the only place I can go, down to my freaking father’s place in Florida, and you ignore me for two weeks, send Albert to void our contract, and suddenly you show up out of nowhere?” I’m gesturing all over the place, talking with my hands, working myself up. “You threw me away, and yeah, for good reason, but you know why I did what I did and you didn’t even bother—”


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