Wicked Truths (Hunt Legacy Duology #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hunt Legacy Duology Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
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On a bark of irritation, he dumps me on my feet harshly, his frustration getting the better of him. ‘Keep your voice down, Eleanor.’

I’m quivering with fury, and I have a boatload of determination backing it up. He better not underestimate me. ‘Talk!’

I see the moment he comprehends that I’m not backing down because he clams up. That angry look, the unique one that only shows when his parents are mentioned, is present, but it’s not scaring me away this time. His hesitance isn’t because he’s reluctant to spill about his crimes. He’s actually more reluctant to share the story of his parents. He doesn’t want to talk about it, wants to avoid the pain. But he’s putting me in the centre of his corrupt world. He can’t be selective with the information he provides to help me survive it. ‘All or nothing,’ I say.

He balls his fist and brings it to his forehead, banging repeatedly as he clenches his eyes shut. ‘Fine, I’ll tell you about my mum and dad, and then you’ll understand why I forged Head of a Faun and made sure that arsehole bought it.’ He stomps off across his office, leaving me stuck to the carpet where he plonked me, and on a roar of agony and grief, he throws his fist into the back of the solid wooden door.

I flinch, watching as he pulls his arm back, ready to hit the door again. ‘Becker, stop.’ I hurry over to him and seize his balled fist before he can land the door with another brutal punch, though he doesn’t make it easy for me, resulting in a tug of war that I refuse to lose. ‘Stop!’ I yell, wrenching at his arm. His eyes are wide, revealing all of his anguish as he heaves before me, more through emotion than physical exertion. ‘Just stop it.’

He gasps for breath and throws his arms around me, squeezing me to his chest. I’m struggling to breathe, being suffocated, but I endure his fierce hug, let him swathe me until he’s ready to let go. ‘Mum was in a car accident,’ he spits the words into my neck urgently, his voice rough and broken. But he isn’t telling me anything that I don’t already know. It was front-page news. The whole world knows his mum died tragically in a car accident.

I try to wriggle from his hold, failing miserably. ‘Becker, let me see you.’

‘No, just stay where you are for a minute.’ His strong arms lock down some more, making escaping impossible. ‘She was on life support for three weeks. Almost every bone in her body broken.’

I wince and swallow.

‘Her brain showed no signs of activity.’

‘Becker—’

‘Dad signed the papers to switch off the life-support machine. I didn’t want him to, but he said even if she survived, she wouldn’t be his Lou any more. Wouldn’t be my mum.’ I want to tell him to stop, but I realise that sharing this with me, albeit almost robotically, is a huge breakthrough for him. I need to let him do it, no matter how hard I’m finding it to listen. Hard, but not as hard as it would be to live it. I’ve had my own loss, but the burden of such a decision to turn off your loved one’s life support doesn’t bear thinking about. Or, more to the point, not having that decision. Becker didn’t want to give up on her. ‘I couldn’t watch,’ he whispers.

My eyes flood with tears that I’m fighting so hard to hold back. ‘I’m so sorry.’

I feel his head nod a little. ‘She was on her way to the bank to put the map in Dad’s safety deposit box.’

This piece of information comes from leftfield, and I spring from his arms, looking up at him with all the shock that statement deserves. ‘What?’

‘Dad kept the map here at The Haven,’ he tells me, void of emotion. ‘Mum found it and wasn’t happy. She said it should be somewhere secure and took it upon herself to take it to the bank before Dad could stop her. Someone went into the back of her car at the lights. Pushed her onto the crossroads.’

I don’t like his vacant expression. Or what he’s just said, because after everything I’ve just heard, my mind is spinning with where this is leading.

‘She didn’t stand a chance.’

I flinch. It would be so wrong for me to cry when Becker’s forcing himself to keep it together.

‘When Dad got her belongings back from the hospital, the map was gone.’

My stomach bottoms out, and I gawp at him as he watches me, totally stoic. So many questions are whirling around in my head, but I’m not sure which one to fire at him first. Plus, I need to be able to string a sentence together, and I’m incapable of speech right now. But my vision seems to have become hypersensitive, and I can see with frightening clarity what’s lingering behind Becker’s angel eyes. All of that anger and hurt, resentment and turmoil, it’s all there and it’s more potent than ever before.


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