Mine to Cherish – Doubeck Crime Family Read Online J.L. Beck

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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
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So much blood. It’s everywhere.

I think about Rose’s face in the dark and stare down at my dying father until he takes his last breath.

37

ADRIAN

Drinking sounds good. I don’t do it often because I hate how it makes me feel out of control, but without her…I already feel like my soul has been ripped from my body. I won’t control anything ever again.

I sip the bourbon and lay my head back against the chair. Even only two drinks in, I’m thankful my men don’t see me like this. I’m ashamed of myself. Ashamed of being proved the fool at her hand. Of being used like a puppet by someone I thought truly cared for me.

What I can’t get past is what I saw in her eyes. She loved me…was I too rough with her after I killed Sal? Is my barbarism why she felt the need to run? Shame, hot, sticky like maple syrup erupts inside my stomach. If I scared her away, this is what I deserve.

I take another drink and let it burn its way down to my gut. Right now, it’s the only thing I’m letting myself feel. Everything else is too much.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, but I ignore it until it goes silent again. The bottle of liquor sits by my feet, and I bend over, the room reeling, to pour another glass. Even as the liquid sloshes over the sides, I want more. If I could drown myself in it, I would. At least right now, at this moment.

The phone rings again, the buzzing vibrations breaking through my alcohol haze to the anger barely banked beneath. No one important would be trying to contact me right now. Not after I’ve lost her.

I stare at the device, glass raised to my lips, and it rings again, vibrating several times, then stopping. Who the fuck is calling me? I try to reason, but the liquor is doing its job of dulling my senses and turning logical thought into mush.

In the quiet again, I drink deeply and hug the crystal glass to my chest. Yes, this is what I need. An escape. Something to dull the pain enough to keep going. A tiny part of my brain says I can use this anger, this hurt, this shame, and this fear to strike out at my enemies. Finally take them down once and for all. With nothing to lose, no one would be stupid enough to stand against me. Valentina is a liability. She always has been.

It doesn’t make this knife in the gut any easier to take.

The phone vibrates again, and the molten core over my anger cracks and shatters. I throw the glass against the wall above the bed, seize the phone, and scream into the receiver.

“What the fuck do you want?”

On the other end of the line is soft, ragged breathing. I strain to hear it over my own pounding heartbeat blasting in my ears. “Who is this?” I snarl.

Then a tiny shaking voice whispers, “Valentina. But it’s not…it’s I…don’t please…”

Her words run together in a rush, barely audible.

I clutch the phone in both hands and sink to the floor in a puddle of bourbon and glass. It cuts through my pants, soaking and mixing with blood. “Val? Angel, is that you?”

I don’t feel pain. All that matters in this instant is her.

“Yes. Angel. Yes.”

She sounds strange, ragged, and scared. “Tell me where you are. Tell me, and I’ll come get you. You sound like you need help. Let me help you.”

The haze of the liquor is still present, but I can see and feel around it now. She’s within my grasp, and I only have to reach out and coax her back into my arms. Then I’ll never fucking let her go again. “Tell me, Angel. Tell me where you are? Let me get you home safely.”

“Safe. No. Safe,” she whispers as if her mouth is pressed directly into the speaker of a phone. It’s not one I know of because I’ve had her phone traced. She must have gotten a new one or is using the one where she’s been staying since she left.

I hit the mute button on the phone and scream for Kai, who has been lingering around my door like he fears I might do something stupid. “Kai! Get your ass in here now.”

He comes running in, his dress shirt untucked, no tie, and barefoot. “What is it, Boss?”

In a second, he takes in the alcohol and the blood and rushes to my side, even as his own feet get cut on the glass. “Let’s get you—”

I shake him off. “Get the fuck off me. It’s Valentina on the phone, calling my phone. Go trace the fucking location!”

He rushes out without another word, and I unmute and continue to listen. She’s panting and mumbling into the receiver, and I’m trying to pick apart every word, but I’m getting nothing.



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