Darkest Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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Killian grins as the massive door begins to open. “One can never be too careful.”

“One can definitely be a little too extravagant though,” I mutter as we stride through the entrance into what I can only assume is the massive lobby area of what seems to be more of a safe mansion as opposed to a safe house. “I thought we were walking into some fancy bunker, not an underground estate.”

“Wait until you see the pool.”

I roll my eyes. Why am I not surprised? Though, I can’t help but note how fucking moronic Sergiu must be to use one of the DeLorenzo safe houses in order to hide from the head of the DeLorenzo family. Bad move on his part.

A seriousness comes over him, and it occurs to me that both Sergiu and Monica are here somewhere, and at any moment, they could jump out at us. “Do they know we’re here?”

“No, the surveillance cameras were looped before we arrived, and the alarm will only sound if the retina scanner is activated by anyone other than me. We’re good.”

The underground safe mansion certainly isn’t anywhere near as luxurious or big as his home that I’ve become accustomed to, but it’s certainly nothing to turn your nose up at. The finishings are exquisite, and it’s clear that whoever was in charge of building this masterpiece did so with every bit of their heart. I could only dream of affording a home like this.

The polished marble and gold hand railing on the staircase are stunning, and the seating area that’s centered around an open fireplace is jaw-dropping. Homes like this simply don’t exist, and yet Killian has it basically unused, sitting here under a hill.

Killian goes quiet, and instead of giving me verbal directions around the mansion, he points to where he wants me to go, and I can only assume we’re getting close.

I’m not sure what the plan is, and to be honest, I doubt Killian knows either. We’re just making it up as we go, but what I do know is that one of the occupants of this mansion poses a significantly larger threat than the other. And while they both deserve a horrific ending for what they’ve done to me, I think it’s safe to assume that one of them will receive a much quicker death than the other.

As if on cue, we turn into the open living room, and sitting right there, completely immersed by The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills is the woman who beat me in a bathroom and hired a hitman to take me out, only I suppose she didn’t anticipate everything becoming this messed up.

There’s no telling if she was the one behind the idea of sending me back to Ezekiel to be sold, but it’s clear that Sergiu was the one who had the connections to make it happen.

Killian pulls out a gun, and I arch a brow, not having realized he was carrying it, but I suppose it makes sense. A man like Killian DeLorenzo doesn’t go anywhere unarmed. Even when he’s in bed, there’s always a weapon close by.

He pulls something from his pocket, and I watch as he twists it onto the top of his gun, and I realize it must be a silencer, which makes me realize that if I’m going to be a part of Killian’s life, I need to learn this shit . . . and fast.

Killian motions for me to follow him deeper into the living room, and as I do, he hands me the gun. My eyes widen as I take it from him in shock. I didn’t realize that he wanted me to play any kind of role in this. I thought I was just along for the ride. Though, maybe I am. There’s no telling what plans are pulsing through that wicked brain of his.

We stop a few feet away from Monica as she continues watching her show, completely unaware that she only has moments to live. Killian moves in behind me and adjusts my stance, widening my legs and lifting my arms until the gun is pointed directly at the back of her head. “If she tries to run,” he murmurs into my ear. “Shoot.”

I swallow hard and nod as the nerves creep in, but all I can do is watch as he strides around me and brazenly approaches her. He sits right on the back of the couch as though he were invited for lunch, and only after he clears his throat does she realize she’s not alone.

Monica whips around, her eyes wide as she takes in Killian sitting a foot away from her, and when she turns her gaze to take me in, the horror on her face makes everything worth it. “No,” she breathes, making it clear she didn’t expect me to last the night with Ezekiel.



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