The Vicious Defender (Kingpin’s Property #5) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingpin's Property Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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"I'm not a fucking heroin addict," I snap.

"You're going to want the anesthetic," Heath smirks. "Trust me. You might be tough, Uncle, but even you will want some kind of relief."

"I want to say goodbye," I grunt.

"No," he shakes his head. "You can't see her."

"What?"

"This is what happens when you betray me," he snarls, leaning forward and baring his teeth at me like some mad dog. "Be glad I'm not making Tallulah pry it out herself."

"Then who will?" I demand.

He smiles. "Someone who needs to learn how cruel, dark and unforgiving the cartel world really is."

"No," I hiss.

"Oh, yes," he laughs, pulling a knife out of his pocket and flipping the blade open. "Rain, come in."

The door opens and Rain confidently strides inside, wearing a dark red dress and an even darker smirk. "Hello, Xavier."

I glance at my nephew. "She's not trained for this. She'll kill me."

Heath shrugs. "Too fucking bad."

Rain lays a hand on my shoulder and I shrug her off. She just laughs as I glare at her husband.

"Ready for the anesthetic?" Heath asks.

"No," I growl. "Uncuff me first. Let's get this over with."

"Liberato, uncuff him," Heath orders, and his man does as he's told.

"Take off your shirt, Xavier. Wouldn't want it all bloody, would you?" Rain says, and I rip my shirt off and toss it on the ground, not breaking eye contact with my nephew.

"Sit down," Heath orders, and Rain takes her place beside him.

I sit down in the chair. Heath walks behind me, and suddenly his hand is in my hair and his knife is against my throat.

"Listen to me, pendejo," he growls. "You're mine, now. You're going to do exactly as I say. Got it?"

I smirk. "Give me a knife, Heath."

"Why?" he snarls, blade digging into my skin.

"I'll do it," I hiss. "I'll cut it out."

"Fuck no," he growls, letting go of my hair.

He steps back and the needle is plunged into my neck. Everything starts to swim, and my body goes numb.

"Now, Xavier," Heath whispers, his voice a distant echo. "You're going to stay quiet and still. Because if you don't, the next one goes in your eye."

"Fuck you," I growl, but he just laughs and presses the blade against my throat again.

"Ready?"

"No."

"Too bad," he laughs.

"Don't forget what you're here to do," he orders his wife.

"How could I forget?" she asks, her voice a whisper.

The room spins around me, and my eyelids feel heavy.

"Just one more thing," Heath says. "If you try to escape, I will hunt you down and kill you."

"You can try," I rasp.

I'm becoming dizzier by the second, but I'm still taller, stronger and smarter than my nephew. My hands shake, but I still grab him by the wrist. I squeeze until I hear a pop and Heath snarls, dropping the knife on the desk before me.

I grab it, the handle cold in my sweaty palms.

"I'm not letting your incompetent wife fucking butcher me," I say. "I'll do it myself. Get it over with."

"Fine," Heath says, and the next thing I know, a cloth is shoved in my mouth. Heath smirks at me. "To keep the screams down."

I hold the knife in front of me. I'm about to cut out my own eye. I'd do that and much more for my wife.

I look up at my nephew. "Which one do you want? Left or right?"

"Surprise me," he laughs.

I bring the knife closer to my face and take a deep breath.

"Good luck," Heath smirks.

I dig the tip of the blade into my eyeball, and scream.

Chapter 11

Tallulah

The door opens and Xavier stumbles inside. I cry out, running toward him. He falls into my arms and I sink to the floor, holding him tight.

"Xavier, baby, what happened?"

"Nothing," he grunts.

I pull back and look at his face. His left eye is covered in a bandage.

Chapter Eleven

Tallulah

Xavier manhandles me in the dungeons. He's got me pressed with my back against the bars, holding my arms behind me, his breath hot against my ear as he taunts me. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal leaking through my panties and coating my thighs.

"Xavier, please," I whimper, wriggling my hips.

"What is it, angel?" he whispers, soft but dangerous.

"Fuck me," I whisper.

"Do you deserve it?" He laughs against the shell of my ear. "I don't think so. At least not yet."

"Please," I beg, my voice catching.

"Beg."

"I'm begging, please. Fuck me."

He chuckles, releasing his grip on my arms, but pressing his cock harder against my backside.

"You'll have to wait," he whispers.

"Xavier," I groan, pushing back to feel his hard length against me. "I can't wait anymore. I need your cock now."

His fingers brush through my hair, toying with it, pulling it. His teeth bite down on the shell of my ear.

"Then touch yourself," he orders. "Let me watch you play with that pretty little cunt. Make yourself cum."


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