Slay King (Georgia Smoke #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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“Hey,” he said simply.

“Hey,” I replied, stepping back for him to come inside.

He walked past me and into the kitchen. “Man, it’s been years since I’ve been in here.”

“Really?” I asked. “Who lived here then?”

A deep chuckle came from him as he turned to look at me. “No one at the time, which is why I came here.” He paused, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips. “It was a great place to bring a girl back in the day. Well, that is, until Maeme caught us doing it and changed the locks.”

I laughed at the thought of Maeme catching them. “Great. I’m hoping the mattress has been replaced since then.”

Sebastian’s smile only grew. “None of us used the bed. We knew we couldn’t make it look the way Maeme did, so we didn’t go near it.”

“The sofa?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, wondering what I would find with a blue light and not wanting to sit on it anymore.

“Eh,” he said and walked toward the doorway that led into the living area. “Ah. You’re safe. That is not the same sofa.”

I let out a loud sigh. “That is the best news I have heard all day.”

My phone dinged in my pocket, and I ignored it. King had sent me another text. I didn’t want to answer him because I wouldn’t lie if he asked me, and I knew telling him that Sebastian was here wouldn’t go over well.

“Maeme sent me to get you. That’s probably her or King letting you know he won’t be back tonight and you need to go stay there.”

I nodded. “Yeah, King already told me. I’ll go grab my overnight bag.” Thankfully, I hadn’t unpacked since I’d gotten back today. I had been too excited about the new books I had to read from the library at Maeme’s.

Once I got to my room, I pulled out the phone to read the newest text.

Rumor?

I replied so he would stop worrying.

I am getting my things together now.

After sending it, I grabbed the bag with my stuff and went back to the kitchen where Sebastian stood, looking out the window over the sink. His arms were crossed over his chest, and when he wasn’t standing beside King, he seemed larger. It wasn’t that he was a small man. He was over six feet tall at least, and his arms were corded with muscle. His long legs weren’t as thick as Kings, but they still filled out a pair of jeans well. I wondered if riding horses was why they all seemed to have such nice butts.

He turned to look at me, and I realized he’d caught me staring. The grin that curled on his lips wasn’t as cocky as King’s, but it was a close second. I shook my head and let out a small laugh. They were all a little full of themselves.

Something hit me I hadn’t thought of before.

“Do the women you all … bring around know what you are?” I asked him.

He ran his hand over his mouth as his smile spread, then nodded. “Yeah. Anyone we bring onto the property has had a thorough background check and been approved. They are given the rules and warned about what happens if they talk.”

Interesting. But it made sense.

“What happened to Sedona?” I asked, realizing that with all I’d found out following her being threatened at the stables, I hadn’t heard anything about her. My focus had been on me, on King, and on trying to figure out what we were doing.

Sebastian walked over to me and took my bag, and then his eyes locked on mine. “Do you really want those details?” The warning in his gaze was obvious.

I felt a coldness settle in my chest. Twisting as it sank in. I didn’t want to ask now. He was right. I wasn’t sure I wanted the details, but I also knew this would haunt me.

“Is she … dead?” My question came out in a whisper.

“No.”

I let out a relieved sigh and placed my hand on my heart. “Thank God.”

Sebastian smirked. “God’s not the one that gets credit for that. I assure you. Those outside of the family refer to him as the Devil.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask who that might be.

“Come on,” Sebastian said. “Maeme’s waiting.”

I followed him outside and out to a truck. It was a fancy, expensive-looking one, but it was still a truck. I let out a small laugh at the sight of it.

“What’s funny?” Sebastian asked me as he opened the passenger door.

I waved a hand at the vehicle. “This and you. I don’t see you driving a truck. You’re more of a Porsche guy.”

He tossed my bag inside, then stepped back so I could climb inside. “A Porsche guy? Why is that? King drives a truck. How are we any different?”


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