Vengeance of The Fallen (Twisted Legends Collection #1) Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Twisted Legends Collection Series by Dani Rene
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“No!” I cry out once more and the hands disappear.

Then I hear Hawk’s voice. “I’ll get you out, hold on for me.” The panic in his tone sets me on edge. The scent of gas becomes overwhelming. I realize why Hawk is panicking, it could catch fire. Shit.

I’m going to die.

No.

Yes.

I don’t know.

My head spins with scenarios as I lay silently, trying to stay calm, but the longer I wait, the more my pulse seems to race, my heart thudding against my ribs painfully. I’ve never thought about how I would die, but this wasn’t it.

A squeal of metal deafens me. Then I hear my saviors. It’s not only Hawk, Falcon, and Crow, there are more male voices shouting and screaming as the sound of them trying to break through the broken vehicle to free me takes over.

It’s all I can hear, but exhaustion takes over, the darkness seems to swallow me as I attempt to focus on what they’re say. Words twist together with every second passing. As much as I want to keep my eyes open, I can’t.

I fight it, I pray to the darkness for my lashes to stay open, but the feeling is too strong. I allow it to take me over, to wash over me like a wave crashing on the shore. It’s a peaceful feeling when death comes for you.

If they’re here, then it means they managed to capture my father. It’s the only thing I wanted—for him to pay. I know The Fallen will do what they need to when it comes to vengeance.

With the thought in mind, I allow my end of lull me into a sense of warmth. As if I’m lying on a soft pillow, I ignore the pain which ebbs away, trickling out of my body. Darkness holds me, it keeps me in its arms, much like Falcon, Crow, and Hawk have been there for me.

There is no longer a doubt in my mind—I’ve fallen for them. As I come to terms with my emotions, I allow myself to give into the strength and power of the shadows.

My lashes flutter, and I whisper a silent goodbye to the men who took me, stole me, and yet, showed me everything I am.

I now accept it.

Seconds later all I see is black.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

HAWK

Anger.

It’s all I feel when I see her broken body lying on the asphalt. I left the guys behind to deal with Mahoney when Drake and Dante broke in with their team. There was no longer any question in my mind this woman was ours.

I spent my life seeing people hurt. Watching innocents bleed out in front of you changes your perspective. I hated her for so long, I realize I was holding onto the emotions her father awoke inside me.

Lucille is innocent.

She’s one of the souls we have sworn to protect. Even Crow has admitted she’s ours. It makes me the only one of us who has been struggling with admitting the truth.

“How is she?” Drake asks as he stops beside us. He’s drenched in blood.

“Not good, can you take her to the house? I need to help them.” I wouldn’t trust anyone else with her. Our relationship with the Savage brothers has been ongoing, it’s been strong. They haven’t led us wrong yet.

“Of course,” he tells me, and lifts Lucille into his arms. Jealousy roars in my ears when he takes her away, but I know it’s for the best. Once he’s gone, I hop in my car and speed through the streets which lead back to the farm. Thankfully, they didn’t get far.

Once I pull up to the building, I find Crow and Falcon with Dante and Mahoney. The old bastard is chained to the rafters, hanging from thick metal cuffs. He doesn’t seem perturbed at his predicament. But then again, I didn’t expect him to be.

“Where is she?” Falcon is the first to ask. I don’t doubt he loves her. Falcon has always been the more emotional of the three of us. As The Fallen, we’ve allowed pain to hide the affection we may have to offer, but with Lucille, he’s struggled to ignore his feelings.

“She’s safe.”

Mahoney laughs out loud. The sound captures my attention, it holds me hostage much the same as when he stole my sister. He first however, made her cry. The sound of his grunts, and the gentle whimpers of her pain stabs right through my chest.

“You’re all boys,” he spits, “Thinking someone like her can want you. Love you. Do you realize she is nothing more than a whore for rent?”

His words incite violence, and Crow is the first to wield his knife. The blade slicing into the thigh of our captive. “If you speak about her like that, make no mistake, you will die before she has a moment to get her revenge.”


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