Indebted Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (King Crime Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: King Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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I clench my teeth together as sweat forms on my hands. This is the part that gets me, the part where someone wants to know about my family, or what happened to them. No one asks because they already know, yet looking deeply into her eyes, I can tell she deserves at least a smidge of the truth.

“I know more than you think, piccolo…” My words are soft as she looks at me with concern. This is the hard part of what I do. Not allowing myself to get close to anyone. It’s always easier if you shut yourself out from the world. If I make the rules, I control the outcome. With Amara, I’m starting to wonder if I can control the outcome of all of this.

“Why do you call me that?” Her voice is hushed, and there’s a sense of warmth that fills my bones. She’s too innocent for her own fucking good.

I reach out, placing my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm against my hand, and I stare deep into her eyes. “You’re a little one. Or at least you remind me of one.” She won’t understand what I’m saying, but she’s fragile, tiny in her own way. She doesn’t even realize the power she contains. I was gone the moment my eyes landed on that picture of her in her parents’ rundown farmhouse.

The vehicle comes to a stop, and Jared, my driver, is out and opening the door before she can utter another word. I use the silence to gather my thoughts. So much bad fucking shit is going to happen if I can’t figure out who has set me up.

We slip from the SUV and into the Italian restaurant where I’d made our reservation. I’ve been going to Sangerios since I was a child. I’ve known almost everyone that works here since before I was born. The legacy started with my parents and was carried on by me. We have our own private entrance and table.

“This place is beautiful…” I hear her mumble under her breath. We head to a table outside under the small light they have hanging above us like a canopy. The moon is shining brightly as the waitress comes and pours some wine, then takes our orders.

“Two fillet minions with the mushroom sauce and truffle fries,” I order for the both of us. The waitress takes our menus, and I give her a soft smile.

“She’s going to die from the need to have an orgasm,” Amara says, rolling her eyes at me. She obviously doesn’t like my friendliness toward the waitress. She doesn’t matter to me, though, she isn’t the one who will be riding my dick night after night.

“That sucks then, doesn’t it?” I say, sipping from my wine glass, hiding a cringe. I’m not a wine kind of man. Bourbon is my choice of drink. It helps drown out the darkness that always wants to break free. I stare at Amara, my eyes lingering on her cleavage. How good will my dick look sliding between her perky tits?

“Have you changed your mind on me contacting my dad?” Amara suddenly asks, breaking the spell her tits had on me.

“Nope. Haven’t changed my mind, nor am I planning on it.”

“Why? Just a phone call or even a text? It’s been almost two weeks,” she whines, and I can hear the longing in her voice.

“Don’t ruin the night with your questions.” I take another sip of the bitter wine.

“You know I never run out of questions, and since we’re at it… If you know what it’s like to lose someone, why do you kill all these people?” Amara asks, gripping her wine glass so hard I wonder if it will break. I hadn’t told her anything about losing someone, although I had hinted.

“It’s a job, Amara. It’s what I do. This is what my family did before me. It’s not as if I have a choice.” I say, irritated with her accusation. Does she think that she knows me because we fucked a couple times?

“Everyone has a choice, Lorenzo. If you know what it’s like to lose someone you love, turning around and killing all these people makes you a hypocrite.” My patience snaps, and a fire builds in my veins as I reach across the table to grip her by the throat. My hold is gentle, but I squeeze just to remind her that I am in control. A soft gasp escapes her pink painted lips, and her eyes grow large with fear. My insides yearn to slide my dick deep into her while she cries and begs for forgiveness.

“There is no good and evil in this world, piccolo. It’s just me, and that’s something you’re going to need to learn really fast. My patience for your misunderstanding is running really thin.” My grip tightens ever so slightly as I think about sliding my tongue across the sensitive part of her neck.


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