Requiem of the Soul (The Society Trilogy #1) Read Online Natasha Knight, A. Zavarelli

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: The Society Trilogy Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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"I have seen it with my own eyes," she hisses. "You carrying her around the halls of the manor like a broken little doll in your arms. It's pathetic, Santiago. If you don't have the guts to go through with this, then tell me now. I will do what is necessary."

My chair crashes into the wall behind me as I rise up and lean over the desk, breathing my own fire into Mercedes's face so there can be no doubt to my authority.

"Don't ever question my abilities," I snarl. "You will do exactly as you are told, and nothing more. If you even so much as think about pulling another stunt, I will have you shipped off so fast your head will fucking spin. Is my intention clear enough for you now?"

She shoves back her chair, lip trembling as tears cling to the edges of her eyelids. It's unlike my sister to show such a display of emotion, and for a moment, I question if she is right.

"You think you have it all under control," she sneers. "Yet you don't even realize your sweet, perfect wife has been sneaking in her brother right under your nose."

This information takes me by surprise, and Mercedes shakes her head at me when she sees it.

"She is a traitor. And you'd be wise not to forget it. Not even for a second, Santi. She will ruin you if you let her."

With those words, she disappears, leaving me to my thoughts. Within moments, I find myself scouring the cameras, checking the videotapes of the entrance until I find the undeniable proof. Abel was here. He was in my fucking house. And Ivy is going to pay for it.

I'm halfway down the corridor to her bedroom when Antonia appears in the hall up ahead with a tray in her hands. She startles when she sees me stalking toward her, her lips drawing into a frown when she recognizes the stormy expression on my face.

"Santiago?" She pauses before me. "She is sleeping, sir."

"I don't care." I move to forge on, but Antonia steps into my path, peering up at me with an expression I don't recognize.

"Perhaps, tonight you should let her rest."

My eyes dart over her head, fists clenching at my sides. "No."

It is unlike Antonia to challenge me in this way, and I don't know what to make of her strange behavior, but when she casts her eyes downward, it appears that she feels remorseful for something herself.

"It's my fault, sir."

"What is?" I demand.

"Her brother," she says softly. "That's what this is about, right?"

Her answer surprises and confuses me.

"What do you mean it's your fault?"

"I know all visitors are supposed to be approved by you," she answers, her voice choked with emotion. "But I figured, he is her family. I did not think it would be too much of an imposition."

My tempered breath leaves my lungs in a rush of hot air. "Ivy did not request for him to come here?"

"No, sir. He arrived of his own accord," she assures me.

I drag a hand through my hair and glance over her shoulder once more. I should have known Mercedes was trying to provoke me. And Abel is something I will have to deal with later. But for now, I am content to know that it was not Ivy's doing. At least, not this time.

"He is never to step foot in this manor again without my explicit permission," I inform her. "Is that understood, Antonia?"

"Yes, sir." She dips her head. "I am sorry."

"Do you know what was discussed between them on his visit today?"

"No, I am afraid I was not present, other than to escort him into the room."

It's a fact I am already aware of, given that's exactly what I saw on the camera. But still I had hoped there would be some useful scrap of information. I know Abel was not visiting his sister out of the kindness of his heart.

Antonia remains there, uncertain, waiting for me to dismiss her. But I am trying and failing to find my next words, and when I do, my voice is stiffer than usual.

"Did she request to see me at all today?"

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and she shuffles her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "No, sir."

"I see."

I consider turning around. That's what I should do. But try as I might, I find that I can't.

"You are dismissed, Antonia. Have a good evening."

She nods and scurries away, leaving me to a strange emptiness as my only companion when I make my way toward Ivy's door. When my palm curves around the knob, I try again to find a justification not to go in. I have no doubt she is still angry with me. There will be bitterness. There will be hatred. And for a moment, I'm not sure I want to see those emotions reflected in her eyes. Not tonight.


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