Vow of Deception (Deception Trilogy #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deception Trilogy Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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“Have you learned anything about the Bratva?”

“Yes, I’ve made some progress.” While I was reading a story to Jeremy.

“What type of progress?”

“I know that the Pakhan’s name is Sergei Sorlov.”

“It’s Sokolov.”

“Same thing.”

“It is not the same thing,” she scolds with stiff seriousness. “If you say the Pakhan’s last name wrong, Mr. Volkov will pay the price.”

“Isn’t Adrian high-ranked?”

“That doesn’t make him bulletproof. If anything, he’s more scrutinized than anyone else and his punishment would be the most brutal possible to set an example out of. So for everything that’s holy, stop playing around and take this seriously.”

I hate that she’s making me feel like a petulant child, but at the same time, I can see the sincerity in her eyes. Her loyalty to Adrian is her incentive and no matter how much I hate the man, if something happens to him, Jeremy will be fatherless and this entire household will probably fall apart.

That’s not what I want.

An idea pops into my head. Since my role is fairly important for Adrian, I can use that to my advantage.

“I understand, Ogla.” I smoothen my tone. “Is Adrian coming out for a break anytime soon?”

“No.”

“Doesn’t he have to go to work or something?”

She narrows her eyes. “If you’d gotten past that first page in the document, you would’ve seen for yourself.”

And with that, she turns and leaves, her heels clicking down the hall. I really don’t want to call someone a bitch, but Ogla is heading in that direction with flying colors.

After I get the iPad, I wander around until I find Adrian’s office. Since it’s on the ground floor and I’ve seen it from the garden, it doesn’t take me long to figure out where it’s located.

The door is closed and Ogla said I’m not to disturb him when he’s working, so I pace in front of it, then soon give up and choose to occupy my time until he comes out. It’s not like I’m dying for another confrontation with the devil.

There’s a small lounge area across from his office. I lie on my back on the sofa and kick my shoes away, sighing with contentment. One of my legs dangles from the armrest and I use my arm as a pillow as I read from the iPad.

Sure enough, as Ogla said, Adrian’s duties are outlined on the second page of the document. His job consists of finding the right people to bribe for the brotherhood. His critical intelligence allows Sergei Sokolov’s Bratva to be ahead of all other criminal organizations. Since he performs more of a background role, Adrian usually works from home and rarely appears in public.

Criminal. Check, check, and check.

Not that I expected anything different. After all, he did frame me for murder ever so easily.

I scowl at his picture at the top of the page. He’s standing at some grand opening, wearing a tux and holding oversized scissors to cut a red ribbon. The asshole is too good-looking for his own good. He could be a bit shorter or have a beer belly. Hell, he could at least not be tatted. But no, he has to tick the boxes on all accounts.

The picture is mainly focused on him, but on his right, there’s a blonde woman wearing a sharp pantsuit and a firm smile. She’s stunning—so stunning that a weird feeling nudges in my gut at seeing her beside him.

I flip the pages to see if I can find her in the document. I don’t have to search for long. There’s a picture of her in a wedding dress, and an even stranger sense of relief hits me.

Rai Sokolov is the Pakhan’s grandniece and some hotshot in the brotherhood’s company, V Corp. As I study her, a nagging sensation different from the one from earlier takes hold of me.

I feel like I know her, but from where? Was she perhaps in one of the charities from whom Larry and I were given food?

The door of the office opens and I stare ahead to be greeted by a frowning Kolya. Adrian follows soon after and stops short beside his guard, his eyes darkening so fast that I’m left breathless.

What?

I stare down at myself in case one of my shirt’s buttons is undone or something.

“Get up,” Adrian orders.

“Why? I’m reading the document you gave me. If I don’t read it, I’m in trouble, and if I do, I’m also in trouble? Make up your mind.”

Adrian reaches me in two steps and grabs me by the arm, causing the iPad to fall onto the sofa. I squeal as he pulls me to my feet and undoes the knot of my shirt so that it blandly covers my ass.

I’m staring, speechless, when Kolya gives a curt nod and stalks down the hall.

“Don’t dress like this again.” Adrian’s voice is laced with a threat.


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