The Resurrection (Unlawful Men #3) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Unlawful Men Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
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Right onto the tumble of whiskey before him. It shatters, and the man shrieks.

“Take another peek,” Danny says lowly, bending to get close to the guy’s bloodied face. “I dare you.”

His hand comes up in surrender, his head shaking, his apologies broken. And guilt explodes within me. Turning to look at me, Danny jerks his head mildly. “Get down, baby, before I kill someone.”

My swallow lumpy, my throat thick, I find the steps and take them down to the club floor, pulling my dress into place. I chance a glance at Esther and Beau. The disappointment on their faces amplifies the guilt. The shame.

The anger.

I start to move past Danny, set on going home, getting out of here, but he moves into my path, blocking me. My eyes on his chest, I work hard on stabilizing my breathing. “You want to behave like a whore?” he asks calmly.

I look up at him in surprise and take no pleasure from the fury behind his eyes. A leopard never changes its spots. Isn’t that what they say? Danny has fallen back into the underworld seamlessly. Fearless. Bold. Violent.

Me?

It’s taking every effort to be all the things that once kept me alive. Loving Danny Black has changed me. And now I hate him more than ever for that alone. “Enjoy your bachelor party,” I say, sidestepping him and walking toward the exit.

His palm is on my nape in seconds, his fingers clawing into my flesh. I don’t bother fighting him.

“You told me once you wanted to be mine,” he says quietly, his mouth near my ear.

“Maybe I’m regretting that.”

His fingers squeeze more, and I wince. “Maybe I’m regretting taking you as mine,” he hisses, and I inhale, unreasonably hurt. He could squeeze harder. Shake me. Push me up against a wall or fist my hair. But none of it would hurt more than those words. And he knows it.

Fighting vehemently to get my quivering lip under control, I let him push me through the club. We’re quickly flanked by men on all sides, and I’m gently but firmly guided into the back of a Merc. He slides in beside me, Ringo gets behind the wheel, and I’m soon being driven away from my very brief, very spiky bachelorette party.

Danny pulls his cell from his inside pocket and takes it to his ear. “Be ready in half an hour,” he says, and then hangs up, wedging his elbow into the door and staring out of the window.

“Who needs to be ready and for what?”

“I don’t discuss business with the latest whore I’m fucking,” he murmurs quietly.

I recoil, injured, as he slowly turns his eyes onto me. Cold eyes. Eyes without one hint of love in them. He looks me up and down in a way only he could. With hatred. Detachment. “You called it, Rose. Don’t fucking push me when I’m already hanging off the edge of sanity.” He goes back to gazing out of the window, and I shrink into my seat.

Makes two of us.

* * *

Back at the house, I’m marched up to our bedroom like an unruly child, Danny tailing me, not touching me, but as close as he could be behind. I’m not a woman who knows what’s good for her. I’m a woman who’s so tired of fighting. His patience has worn to nothing. My energy has been zapped. There’s tension in the air, naturally, but I sense I’m not the one and only cause. Something has shifted in him, his mood dark, his persona edgy. It’s the Danny I met, and I’m less than happy to see him.

He closes the door behind us and checks the time on his watch. Be ready in half an hour. It’s been twenty-five minutes since I was escorted from Hiatus in disgrace. He’s got five minutes to say what he wants to say. Or shout what he wants to shout. Perhaps even rip my dress off and exert his point with sex. I can see his restraint is ready to snap, but which way is he going to go?

His eyes land on mine with a bang. I can see what he wants to do. What he needs to do. And I need it too. Reconnection. Closeness. I need passion and pleasure and unadulterated Danny Black. Three years ago, when he took me as his prisoner, I knew he wanted me. I knew he was fighting his want. He’s fighting now. I broke him back then. I will break him again.

I reach back to the zip of my dress and draw it down, letting the material fall away from my body. His eyes follow it to the floor, and he inhales quietly. Then he approaches slowly, his hands in his pockets. Coming to a stop only a foot away, he unhurriedly lets his eyes climb up my body, coming to a halt on my tummy. I expect to be seized. Ravaged. Instead, he rips his stare away and passes me, going to the bathroom and closing the door. I hear him talking as I stand in the middle of our room in my underwear, perplexed, and he appears a few minutes later, his phone still at his ear, making a call as he goes, my robe in his grasp. “It helps relax me,” he says, holding it open behind me. I remain unmoving. “You should try it sometime.” He waits for me to drag myself out of my motionless, confused state, and I slip my arms through the sleeves as he rounds me, holding his cell to his ear with his shoulder as he takes the ties and fastens my robe, his attention set on his task and his call. “Indeed. Every Saturday without fail at noon.” He looks up at me, almost accusingly. “Good talking.” He hangs up. “Bed,” he orders, moving back, out of my space, not looking at me.


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