Little Bird – The Underworld Kings Read Online Jenika Snow

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I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body.

And the entire time, I felt Dmitry’s presence like a dark cloud that made me even more curious about who the Russian really was.

He brought his hand to his mouth, and a second later a cloud of smoke dissipated in front of him as he exhaled.

I wanted to thank him for protecting me from my father, to confide in him that no one else but Amara and Gio had ever done anything like that for me.

A stranger looking out for a young girl going against not only her father but a capo in the Cosa Nostra.

But all I did was give him one last lingering look and face forward again, knowing that men like Dmitry, like Nikolai, hell, like my father and brother, were no good for any women. They were too controlling, dominating, and knew only one way. Theirs.

But still… I did like to wonder what it would be like to have somebody who truly cared about me.

Chapter 8

Claudia

Given the fact that I’d lost a parent and my other one was in some kind of comatose state where she refused to speak to anyone and moved around like she was a zombie, I was feeling pretty good.

Weeks had passed since Marco had been killed. There had been a tremendous shift in power, with Gio stepping into our father’s shoes.

I would have thought Mother would have been happy she was rid of her abusive husband, but she wandered aimlessly as if lost.

Although I’d wanted to stay with Amara, be right at her side as she healed, everyone decided it was best to let her heal in Desolation with Nikolai watching over her.

Or should I say, Nikolai—her overprotective husband—had wanted no one close to her while she recuperated.

Understandable, since we could have lost her in the blink of an eye.

Besides, there’d been an enormous shift in the Cosa Nostra, and the power dynamic within our own family had shifted drastically because Gio had now settled into his new role as head of the house.

So there hadn’t been a lot of free time in the Bianchi household for me to whine and beg to go to New York.

I glanced over at Amadeo, who sat in the passenger seat beside me in the back of the car Amara and Nikolai had sent for us.

We’d been picked up at the private airstrip by one of Nikolai’s foot soldiers and were currently en route to Amara’s house.

The men didn’t speak, and there was this oppressive silence and heaviness that filled the interior of the car. I could see the driver continuously glancing in the rearview mirror at Amadeo.

I could feel how much the Russians and Italians hated each other, as if they were the Montagues and Capulets.

One wrong move and they were both going to draw their guns and demand a duel at sunset.

I looked out the back passenger window and watched the city of Desolation rush by.

Amara had warned me ahead of time that Desolation was a cesspool, a basic dumpster fire that her husband controlled.

But soon we were leaving Desolation and driving through a more upscale area of New York.

Five minutes later the car pulled into an underground garage and stopped in front of a pair of silver elevator doors.

Luxury vehicles in every color and shape filled the garage, and I could only assume they were Nikolai’s.

Once we were out and Amadeo had my bags in hand, the Bratva soldier led us to the elevator. He punched in a code, stepped aside as the doors opened, and gestured for us to enter.

And then we were stepping inside alone, and the doors were closing.

I pressed myself against the corner of the elevator, and Amadeo stayed on the other side. His hands were clasped behind his back, his shoulders pulled back, his focus straight ahead.

I could see the outline of his gun under his jacket and knew he probably had a few more weapons hidden somewhere on his body.

I wasn’t upset that Gio had made him come with me. It would be stupid for me to go anywhere unprotected, not with how many enemies my family had. I was young but not stupid.

Besides, I would have been fine if I had a handful of guards at my back as long as I could see my sister.

I just wished Amadeo was a little more friendly and a lot less stern, like he had a stick up his ass.

Although I didn’t have a date to go back home in mind, I knew I couldn’t stay here indefinitely.

My sister had her own life now. A new one with a husband. I didn’t want to encroach on the newlyweds.

The elevator slowed to a stop and Amadeo tensed. He reached inside his jacket, and I knew he was curling his fingers around his gun, ready to draw and shoot. I placed my hand on his forearm just as the doors opened.

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