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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I feel Rose’s worried eyes on me immediately, her hand going to my thigh and squeezing. And without thought, I reach up to my shirt and apply pressure to the old bullet wound below my collarbone from where that Russian motherfucker shot me three years ago.

No war in Miami?

10

ROSE

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Esther is fussing around us like a hen, trying to keep our minds occupied with talks of tents, decorative topiary trees, and God knows what else. Beau looks rather engrossed. Me? I’m wondering what the point is, because if today is anything to measure things by, I won’t have a fucking husband to marry.

The moment we returned to the mansion, Danny called Doc down to check out Tank’s arm, James took Beau to their room to double-check every inch of her body, and the men all filed off to Danny’s office. Poor Tank. He’d barely been in the job for a half hour before sustaining his first injury. And poor Beau too. James was not taking her word for it that she was unharmed. He wanted visual proof. She was exasperated, and James was a bull, physically carrying her away when she fought him.

I stare at the cup of tea Esther’s made me. It’s her go-to. Upset? Have some tea. Stressed? Have some tea. Angry? Have some tea.

“What do you think?” Beau asks, looking at me for an answer.

“Of what?”

Esther sighs, and I shrug. “I didn’t hear.”

“Come on.” Danny’s mom circles the island and joins me, presenting me with a catalogue. “The oyster or the blush?”

I consider the two dresses, both stunning, both silk, both undeniably Esther. I’ve learned many things about Danny’s mom in recent years. She’s incredibly soft but hard as nails. She’s compassionate and patient. I’ve also discovered that she has impeccable dress sense since she’s been living here as Danny’s mother and not his housekeeper. “I love them both,” I say, looking at the kitchen door. “How long have they been in there?” I peek at the kitchen clock. We’ve been back two hours, it’s dark outside, I’m dog-tired, but I won’t be able to sleep. I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of carnage on the horizon. Well, actually, I can. And that is why I’m fucking petrified.

“I’ll make some tea,” Esther declares.

“You know, I think I’m going to go to bed.” I can’t stomach any more tea or pretending that I’m fine. I slip down from my stool and drop a kiss on Beau’s cheek, and then Esther’s. “Good night.”

“Night,” they both murmur as I trudge away on heavy feet, Tank tailing me. When I make it to the entrance hall, I stop, listening, seeing if I can hear anything from Danny’s office. Nothing.

I sigh and take the stairs with effort, clinging to the gold rail to help pull myself up. My heels clink on the marble steps, echoing around the deserted space. Letting myself into our bedroom, I kick off my shoes and pull my dress up over my head as I pad the carpet to the bathroom. I drop it in the laundry hamper and put myself in front of the recently replaced mirror, reaching back to unfasten my bra. I set it on the vanity and rest my hands on the edge, leaning in, inspecting my drained complexion, staring into eyes that look as haunted as they did when he held me here against my will. I feel the same kind of overpowering suffocation and helplessness now. Except this time, I feel there really is no way out. Only by death.

I consider my toothbrush. The array of cosmetics I have to clean my face and remove my makeup. But I don’t have the energy. I push away from the unit and go to bed, crawling under the covers. But I don’t sleep a wink.

* * *

When the bed moves, I open my eyes, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It’s two in the morning. He’s been holed up in his office with his men for hours. His chest presses to my back, his hand stroking up my thigh, and then his lips are on my shoulder blade, kissing in slow, soft circles. My body lights up. Always does. I’ll never stop my natural reaction to his closeness, but I don’t respond, my mind having other ideas. “No,” I say quietly, and his strokes of my leg stop, his lips unmoving on my skin.

“Rose?”

“I said, no.”

A heavy, loud sigh, and he’s quickly not touching me anywhere. The bed dips again, and a few seconds later, I see his silhouette move across the bottom of the bed toward the doors that lead onto the terrace. My eyes follow, and when he pulls the drapes back, allowing the moonlight to stream in, I permit my eyes to absorb every impressive inch of his naked body. I start at his feet, drift over his sturdy calves, up his legs, across his solid ass, his back, his shoulders, and eventually his neck, where his hair flicks out at his nape. He’s an Adonis. A masterpiece. Still a deadly one, but also a devoted, fiercely protective one.


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