Savage Intent (Kingdom of Sin #2) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom of Sin Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“Boss?” I look up at Zane as he enters my office. I really wanted time alone before going to the funeral home and meeting up with Niko and Emilia. I slosh my scotch around in my glass to hear the ice clink and sigh.

“What now?”

“You’ve got company.”

“Unless it’s a raven-haired beauty with killer tits that we haven’t been able to find, I’m not interested,” I grumble.

“Well, I don’t have great tits, but I’ve fucked more than my share, so I’m a standing member of the KTFL.”

I shake my head when I see EZ walk through the door. He was Killian’s second in Boston, but he’s recently headed out to Phoenix to take over a motorcycle club there. It’s some kind of deal that Killian brokered with the Russians.

“What the fuck is the KTFL?” I laugh reaching out my hand as he slaps his against it and we grip like old friends. Which, to be fair we are. EZ is living the life I probably would have if my father hadn’t been who he was. I’m definitely more at home on the back of a bike than in a fucking limo. Still, I love my life and I wouldn’t give up being who I am.

“Killer Titties For Life. I’m a charter member. It’s a small club, but I’m their breast representative.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” I laugh.

“Been called that a time or two,” he jokes as I pour him his own glass of scotch.

“Is that what you’re calling your new club?”

“Christ,” he hisses. “Let’s not talk about that. I took on a motherfucking mess is what I did. I ought to kill Killian for doing this shit to me.”

“If you hate it, why are you still doing it? I know for a fact Killian never wanted you to leave.”

“I got down there and found me a blonde-haired beauty with big fucking killer tits,” he says with a shrug.

“Must be in the water.”

“One can hope.”

“If you’re so damn happy in Arizona, what are you doing in Miami?”

“I had to visit a man about a horse.”

“I don’t think I even want to know.”

“I’ve got a cousin that runs the Steel Vipers Club down here. I’ve been talking to him about joining forces. He hates the filth that the Kelly’s are pedaling as much as Killian and I do.”

“Marcum is your cousin?” I ask, wondering why I never knew that.

“You know him?”

“We’ve done some small business together. I’ll probably send more his way if he helps you out though. I want nothing more than to see Dracos brought down.”

“Pissed in your tea, did he?” EZ says, taking a swallow of his drink.

“Fuck off.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “We’ll get him. We may have to get creative on how we do it, but we will just the same.”

“Being creative takes too much energy. I just want him to die—preferably painfully. He played me for a fool and that’s not something I’m going to take lying down.”

“Killian said patience wasn’t one of your virtues,” he mutters. “So, who is this chick you’re looking for?”

“Hell, if I know. I met her in Greece, and I’m not finished with her. Unfortunately, all I have is a name and a picture that isn’t exactly clear.”

“Show me.”

I let out a sigh and reach behind me to the sofa table and grab the picture that Levi gave me earlier. “This is Lina.” He lets out a long wolf whistle which just pisses me off. I jerk the picture out of his hands, and he starts laughing again. I really just want to knock that cocky look off his face.

“Easy, boy. I mean, I was only noticing. I’m into blondes these days and sadly for me, only one in particular and she seems intent on making my life chaos.”

“Good, it’s what you deserve,” I grumble.

“Now, if you’re going to be like that, I’m not going to tell you my news.”

“What news?”

“I thought that would perk up your interest.”

“Out with it already.”

“Dracos and Kelly just got done brokering their latest deal.”

“What deal?” I ask, already thinking of ways that I might be able to fuck up Dracos’ life.

“It seems Dracos is marrying off his only daughter to the fuck-wad.”

“You’re fucking kidding me. That old man is like ninety.”

“Not quite, but close.”

“How old is his daughter?” I ask, mildly curious, knowing she can’t be that old. If I had to guess, I’d say at the most she’d be thirty-five.

“She just turned twenty.”

“Fucking hell. She’s barely more than a baby.”

“Yeah, but she has killer tits.”

“You know her?” I ask, looking at him in surprise.

“Yeah, and so do you.”

“Hell, no. I only met with Dracos and his idiot sons.”

“Oh, but you’re wrong,” he argues, as he snatches the picture that I took from him. He holds the corner by trapping it between two fingers. Then, he waves it at me. “Meet Me-lina Stratakis.”


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