Savage (Wicked Vows #6) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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Not that any of that ever stopped him before.

I sigh.

There are dark circles under my eyes, and my hair is a wild, tangled mess, but other than that, I haven't really changed much. I’m still me and damn proud of that. I've been dragged from one place to another, manhandled and hurt, accused and belittled, but can still hold my head high.

No one will take my identity away from me. None of them will.

I only wish the Romanovs knew the truth. I hate the injustice of it all. I clench my hands into fists, my fingernails biting into my palms.

I have to stay the course.

I have to seek justice and not manage to get me—or, worse, Ollie—killed in the process.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ollie

“Renata defended me,” Polina snaps, her fingers absently stroking the mutt, but her eyes are fire. “How could you forget that?”

“Really, son,” my mother says sadly, the weight of disappointment in her words as she shakes her head. “Polina’s right. Renata saved the day.”

Why do the women in my life think they can see right through me, like I’m guilty of some unspoken crime for daring to be loyal to my family? My brothers didn’t face this shit.

I scrub a hand across my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“I got her a puppy,” I mutter in my own defense, like it’s an offering that might fix everything.

“To watch her, and half a minute ago, you looked like you were going to throttle the poor wittle thing,” Polina croons.

Jesus.

“She defended you?” Viktor asks, lumbering up beside us. My brothers are in and out today while everyone gets ready for the wedding. “How did I miss that?”

“You were too preoccupied with Lydia and whatever newlywed mischief you were up to,” Polina says with a smile and eye roll. “Renata was eating dinner with us and overheard two of our guests plotting to blackmail me. They were college friends of mine, apparently somehow associated with one of Mikhail’s informants.”

“She was amazing,” Mom says, her eyes wide and excited. With her sophisticated silver hair pulled into a tight bun, she is the picture of grace and elegance, but she gets a wistful, almost childlike look in her eyes sometimes. “She sees right through lies,” Mom says, almost in awe. “It’s a rare gift. Like she holds truth itself in her hands. What I wouldn’t have given to have that talent when you kids were younger.”

She’ll always know when I’m telling her the truth. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Not that I plan on lying to her, but ignorance isn’t always a bad thing.

“Really?” Viktor asks, giving me a smile. “Our girls are so much alike, aren’t they?”

I grunt in reply. His wife’s ‘talent’ is that she likes to set things on fire, so I’m not sure I agree they’re anything like each other.

“Ollie,” my mother says gently. “Don’t let the present situation sway you from what you know to be true, what you remember. Don’t you remember? You investigated what she’d overheard, and it aligned with what she said. You were moved by her loyalty and her ability to uncover the truth, weren’t you?”

I was. I softened toward her and actually felt something like trust beginning to form.

“And don’t forget when that guy Mikhail knew was framed,” Polina says. The little pup is fast asleep in her arms. “Do we have a name?” she whispers.

“No,” I snap, turning away.

“Mmm,” Polina continues. “Our family’s reputation was at stake, as we were guilty by association when what’s-his-name was framed for theft, but Renata overheard the accusations and told Ollie it was a lie.”

“Oooh,” my mother says. “It’s almost supernatural.”

I turn away and exhale. “Yeah. She knew there were discrepancies in the accusations. I hired a private investigator who confirmed what she said.”

Mom shakes her head. “And now you all are disbelieving that she was taken against her will. You maintain that despite the fact that she put her life on the line for you, simply by virtue of betraying the cartel and her brother, she turned tail and ran back to him?”

“We have video evidence,” I say, but even to me, it sounds hollow.

“Of what?” Polina scoffs. “Her running away? You have no idea who threatened her. You have no idea what they made her do. So what if she ran away? That’s hardly condemning evidence.”

Oh, but it is.

“I didn’t come here for relationship advice,” I say through clenched teeth. “I need shit for the dog, and I need to make sure the wedding’s all set.”

Polina sighs and rocks the dog like he’s a baby.

Jesus.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “Wedding’s all set, brother. No worries there. And Auntie Polina will take care of the doggie.”

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“But as far as relationship advice?” she says with determination. “That is free of charge.”

With her nose in the air, she turns away.


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