Rooted in Sin (Chicago Sin #2) Read Online Alta Hensley, Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: , Series: Chicago Sin Series by Alta Hensley
Series: Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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I just want to get things settled. Kill or be killed.

Then, maybe, I’ll find my way out of the dark.

My phone rings while I’m in the shower, and I shut off the water and step out to get it.

“Luis.”

“Hey, I talked to one of the Hermanos. It’s not about the guy you ended in prison—they don’t seem to care about that. Word is a few of them are working for hire. Nothing personal.”

Nothing personal.

“You found out who hired it?”

“Nah. Guy I talked to didn’t know. I’ll keep trying, though.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Uh huh. You good for this?”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Seven hundred.”

It’s seven hundred bucks for not a lot of info, but I don’t complain. “I’ll drop it by.”

“Cool.” He ends the call, and I stand there, dripping.

All I can think about is Hannah. I have to clear this fucking contract.

For her.

Even if she never wants to see me again.

Even if we never talk, never touch again.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Armando

The dimly lit bar feels like an extension of the night outside as we push through the heavy doors. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of murmured conversations.

“Scotch, neat,” I order gruffly, my voice strained, betraying the turmoil I’ve been trying my damnedest to hide.

Marco and Leo exchange concerned glances.

“Make it three,” Marco adds, his voice steady and strong.

The bartender nods in acknowledgment, placing three glasses before us. The amber liquid catches what little light filters through the smoky haze, casting a warm glow over the worn wooden table.

I waste no time, grabbing my drink and downing it in one swift motion. The clink of glass against wood punctuates the moment, and it occurs to me I’m seeking solace at the bottom of a glass. I’ve never been that man before.

Maybe I’m that man now.

“Are you all right, man?” Marco asks. “You look like shit.”

“Fine,” I reply tersely, but the way my hands grip the edge of the table tells a different story.

“Talk to us, man,” Leo urges. “We're here for you.”

“Like I said, I'm fine,” I insist, but my voice wavers ever so slightly, revealing the cracks in my armor.

“How are you holding up after everything with Hannah?” Marco asks, his voice gentle and concerned. His gaze is steady and sincere, a softness in it that I've rarely seen.

I take a deep breath, knowing that I can't avoid this conversation any longer. “It's hard,” I admit, my voice cracking slightly. “But it's for the best. She asked me to leave, and I can't blame her. I’ve been trying to get her out of my head since. And epically failing at it.”

“Hey, don't be so hard on yourself,” Marco replies, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Enough about me,” I say, trying to change the subject. “How's your ass, primo?” It's a weak attempt at humor, but I'm desperate to steer the conversation away from my own pain.

Marco chuckles, shaking his head. “You're really gonna ask me about that now? Fine, it hurts like hell at times, but I'll live.”

“You get asked about your ass on the daily now,” Leo chimes in, rolling his eyes. “That ass of yours is becoming famous.”

“Don’t be jealous of my famous ass,” Marco retorts with a smirk, before turning back to me. “But seriously, Mando, we're here for you, man. If you need to talk, just let us know.”

“Thanks,” I mumble, taking another swig of my drink. It burns going down, but I welcome the sensation–anything to help numb the ache inside me.

As the warmth of the alcohol spreads through my chest, I can't help but think of Hannah. Of her smile, her laughter, the way she made me feel alive again. But that life is gone now, and all that's left is the cold, hard reality of my past.

“I have to be frank with you, man,” Leo says, leaning forward with a serious expression. “You're a fucking fighter. Always have been. You don't just give up on shit so easily, man. Why the fuck would you just walk away? You obviously care about this chick. So why the fuck are you here with us instead of demanding her back?”

I stare into my glass, the amber liquid swirling around as I contemplate his words. The truth is, walking away was the hardest thing I've ever done. But what choice did I have?

“I didn't want to walk away,” I confess, the weight of my emotions threatening to overcome me. “But I can't risk hurting Hannah. Our life... it's dangerous. It'll catch up to us, and she'll be in the crosshairs. She deserves better than that.”

“Deserves better?” Leo scoffs, clearly not buying my argument. “She deserves a man who loves her, and from what I've seen, that's you. Maybe it's time to stop running from your past and face it head-on. For her sake.”

“Maybe you're right,” I admit, my fingers tightening around my glass. “Maybe I need to confront my past if I want any shot at a future with Hannah. But where the fuck do I even begin?”


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