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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)

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I’m going through a bit of a rough patch.

I lost my job, got kicked out of my apartment, and now I sleep under an overpass. If that wasn’t bad enough, my psychic twin is plagued with daily visions of my death.

She guarantees it’ll be gruesome.

The last thing I needed was for Sole “Sunny” Bellisario to come crashing through my tent.

Someone tried to kill the heir to the notorious Merchant crime family, and he’ll change my life if I help him find out who.

This is just a business arrangement.

I will not be seduced by that wicked grin, reckless lust for destruction, or how quickly he cuts down anyone who crosses me. His long line of brothers, each more gorgeous and deadlier than the last, don’t have a chance either.

Doesn’t matter that despite my impending foretold demise, I’ve never felt this alive. I’m walking away. Returning to a normal life with normal boyfriends who don’t tattoo their body count.

Sunny and the Savage Princes will not have me. They won’t.

They won’t.

Dammit. My sister said Death would court me.

Why didn’t she mention he was hot as hell?

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Chapter One

“Beams of splintered starlight gathering around you in a blinding halo.”

Her whisper gathered around me. Words coming from everywhere at once to sink in my skin—penetrate my bones.

“You’re walking through an endless forest. You lost your way miles ago, but you’re not afraid. Lost is where you must be.”

Leaning in, breath stole from my parted lips.

“One by one, the surrounding beams of light are going out till there are three... two... one left. The final one burns brighter than them all. It does not extinguish. It’s growing, growing, grown into the size of a fist.”

I lean closer, raising two legs of the stool off the ground.

“That ball of brilliance hovers before you tantalizing, seducing, oh so beautiful, then—”

Bang!

“Ah!”

I jerked, pitching off the stool. I barely smothered a shriek as I hit the dirt.

“—it shoots through your chest, leaving a burning hole. Then everything goes black.”

“Wh— What does that mean?” the woman asked.

“Death,” whispered Sienna. “It means death.”

I heaved a sigh as the customer ran out of the tent. Righting the stool, I dusted off my peeling, patchy leather jacket and ducked inside the tent. My sister stared off at nothing—creases wrinkling her forehead.

“Sienna, how many times. People want to hear they’re going to meet their soulmate by the next full moon, or that a pile of money is about to drop into their laps. All this death and gloom stuff does not get us repeat customers.”

She came to life, blinking at me. “What?”

“You just told that woman a ball of light is going to punch a hole through her chest. That’s the very opposite of the positive fortunes we talked about.”

“That woman?” Sienna rose from her tattered seat of pillows. Her hands shook as they took mine. “Kenzie, that vision wasn’t about her. It was about you.”

I quirked a brow. “Oh yeah? What’s that make it, the third time this week? Your spirit friends have a hard-on for me all of a sudden.”

My expression did not match her mask of worry.

“You know it doesn’t work like that. I don’t commune with spirits. I don’t have that gift.”

“Right, of course. How could I forget?”

She shook me. “Kenzie, this is serious. I see people. I touch things, and I get glimpses of their future. Sudden flashes that are easy to interpret. But for the last few weeks, the visions have gotten longer, they haven’t made much sense, and they’ve been about you.” Her grip on me tightened. “They also all end one way.”

I let out a long breath, softening at the clear panic in her eyes. My belief in her psychic powers was iffy, but Sienna’s love for me wasn’t. These visions genuinely scared her.

If only her spirit friends would give it a damn rest.

“That I’m going to die isn’t news,” I said gently. “We’ve all got a dirt bed in our future. And that mine may be sooner than later isn’t news either.” I swallowed hard, and the saliva did nothing to ease my gnawing hunger.

I brushed away a smear of dirt on her cheek with fingers that were no cleaner.

“We’ve got death hanging over us every day,” I said softly, “and... after Halloween, this borough’s become a dangerous place for me. We’ve gotta keep our heads down. Can’t wander at night. Can’t hook up with anyone from the old crew. You’re having these visions because your senses are warning us to stay alert at all times.”

Her eyes, so much like our mother’s, filled. “Do you really believe that’s it?”

“Of course, little sister.” I injected lightness into my voice. “Trust me, the message is received. So, don’t worry about me. Just get ready for the next one. I’m going to hook us another customer.”

Her back straightened, smile returning to her lips. It still amazed me she was able to do that. I hadn’t given a smile that wasn’t faked or rimmed with tears in almost a year.

“How much did we get from the last one?”

Sienna handed me a wrinkled five-dollar bill. It was five more than we got the day before. Or the day before that.

“I saw a stall at the north end of the park selling fruit cups for two dollars,” she said. “Preference for strawberry or cantaloupe?”

“Last time we got sick buying fruit from a stall. The guy didn’t believe in food sanitation.”

“We gotta eat something.”

I tugged on my jacket—glad it hid my protruding bones and ribs. The tattered, holey T-shirt beneath didn’t do the same job.

“Not fruit,” I finally said. “Something cooked. A couple of stalls down from that guy was a lady selling monkey bread. Buy that. It’s been a long time since we had a treat.”

“That treat is selling for six dollars.”

“You’ve got the kind of face that’ll get it for three.”

She laughed, and that face lit up, reminding me so much of Mom, my gut twisted.

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Daughter of Deception (The Savage Heirs #2) Read Online Ruby Vincent http://www.wownovels.com/daughter-of-deception-the-savage-heirs-2-read-online-ruread-online-vincent Mon, 03 Oct 2022 08:16:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/daughter-of-deception-the-savage-heirs-2-read-online-ruread-online-vincent Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Authors: Ruby Vincent Series: The Savage Heirs Series by Ruby Vincent
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)

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Our enemies are everywhere…
…and we can’t see them.

The Brotherhood has us in their sights. In their scope.

The attacks are coming from everywhere and nowhere from a seemingly invisible enemy. But they won’t be invisible for long.

When we discover how the Brotherhood manages to stay five steps ahead, it’s up to me to find and stop the traitor.
The only problem is it requires me to revisit a place I swore I’d never go: my past.

The battle for the city we love is heating up. The Brotherhood challenges the Merchants’ right to rule, and Genny and the Savage Princes don’t give a f*ck.

Cinco is theirs and they’ll fight to the death to protect it.

And me… well, I just might be their secret weapon.

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Prologue

Mackenzie

The trunk opened up, allowing air in the fetid, moldy space. I coughed and agony racked my jaw. Don didn’t care an ounce about Luca’s order not to hit my face.

They pulled me out of the trunk. I squinted at my surroundings.

Luca told them to get me ready to leave, but we weren’t at an airstrip or dock. It looked like an old bed-and-breakfast. By the skyline and driving time, I knew we hadn’t left Cinco far behind. We were thirty minutes out.

Thirty minutes. That’s how long my daughter’s been in the hands of a sociopath’s drug-addled mistress. I have to get out of here. I have to get to Laurel!

They practically carried me up the steps. Inside, the lights flicked on and I got a proper look at them. Both dark-haired, tattooed, and sporting guns shoved through their waistbands, but Don boasted a scar above his right eye, and when Louie sneered at me, two rows of cracked, brown rotting teeth turned my stomach.

“You deal with her,” Louie said. “I’ll start on the rest.”

My feet skimmed the floral carpet. I was certain then that the place used to be a charming inn—complete with cream wallpaper, pastoral paintings, and doilies over the lanterns. I knew this because it was still there, albeit cracked, peeling, and covered in dust.

Don tossed me inside a small sitting room. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, closing us in. “Or I’ll do it for you and...” He buried his nose in my hair, inhaling me. “Take my time.”

His hands pawed my wrists, then the cuffs sprang open. I spun, elbow slicing up and smashing across his jaw. Grunting, he rocked to the side and that was the distraction I needed. I snatched the gun from his belt loop.

Ripping out my gag, I croaked, “Tell me where my daughter is.”

Don straightened slowly, gazing down the barrel. He said nothing.

“Tell me where she is!”

He moved and I shot back—his swipe going wide. We circled till my back faced the door. Don sized me up and down and laughed.

“You’re going to give me the keys and tell me where Laurel is, or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” His guttural, wheezy laugh grated on my ears. “Shoot me? You can’t even aim that thing. You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“Could you torture him to find the bomber that almost killed Tricky?”

Roaring pressed on my eardrums. Sweat collected on the small of my back. I was shaking. Shaking, throbbing, twitching, and panting so hard, I couldn’t suck in a full breath before it was out. All I could hear—louder than his laughter—was my baby crying.

“Can you break bones to maintain fear?”

“This is your last chance—”

“Save it, bitch.” Don cracked his knuckles. “A delicate, round-eyed little princess like you isn’t going to shoot me.”

“Can you do what it takes to be the monster that monsters are afraid of?”

“Put that down before you make me—”

A gunshot tore through the room.

“Ahh!” Howling, Don crashed against an armchair, clutching his ruined knee. I fired again, ripping through the other one.

Don flushed pale as paper, eyes rolling up in his skull. He bellowed—tears, snot, and blood gushing free.

I cried along with him. Panting, twitching, and sore body throbbing, but... not shaking. My hands were steady leveling the gun between his eyes.

“Tell me where Laurel is,” I rasped, “or so help me, I will kill you.”

“Wait! Wait, you d-don’t have to do this!”

“You have three seconds.”

“It’s not me you want!”

“Three.”

He tossed his head, sobbing. “I don’t— I don’t know! Luca didn’t tell any of us where he really lives.”

“Two.”

“I swear I don’t know!”

“One.”

A hard hit struck my temple. I tipped, gun sliding out of my hand. Louie shoved me the rest of the way down.

“What is with this bitch?” He wrestled the cuffs back on. “Hey, man, you okay?”

“What the fuck does it look like?! Get me a doctor!”

Black crept into my vision.

“We’ll lock this one up—chains, cuffs, restraints, cage. She won’t see sunlight till Europe.”

Darkness swallowed me whole.

I woke sometime later, though I couldn’t tell the difference. Walls pressed in on me—pushing on my knees, touching my toes, pressing on my head’s sore spot.

A box.

I was bound, gagged, and trapped in a box... and it was moving.

SUNNY

“Vito.”

The crooked-teeth scum grinned at me. “Good to see you, Sunny. You’re looking good, man. Amazing what a little trip off a bridge does for your complexion.”

I slid off him to Adams. He relaxed on the wall, foot propped on it, and arms folded. “Where are Mackenzie and Laurel?”

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, waving the question away. “I’ll take good care of them. You should worry about yourself right now. You’re not going to walk out of here.”

“Twelve armed men against one guy? Everyone standing in a neat little row—just in case one of you cowers on the floor to suck your thumb, the other guy will step in.” I laughed. “You two really are piss-your-pants afraid of me.”

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