Saint Read Online A. Zavarelli books (Boston Underworld #4)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Crime, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Boston Underworld Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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The rest of the evening proceeds in similar fashion. We stay until two in the morning. Between Rory’s skill at the game and my tip offs, we rake in a shit load of cash. I’m exhausted and my eyes hurt when Rory drags me away from the table.

“We’re leaving already?” I ask.

Rory laughs and musses up my hair like I’m a child.

“Better to quit while we’re ahead, sweetheart. But don’t worry, we’ll come back. We make a good team.”

“I want to have a spot at the table,” I tell him. “My own spot.”

He smiles at me again and shakes his head. “No women allowed. Club rules.”

“Well that’s bullshit.”

“You can take it up with Lachlan,” he says.

“Or you could just take me somewhere that isn’t 1950.”

He pauses at the door to consider it.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

A wicked smile spreads across my face, and it has nothing to do with poker. I thought it would be a challenge, but here he is, laying the groundwork for me.

He’s just got no idea, it’s actually the worst idea ever.

Nine

Rory

Scarlett’s tucked into my bed and Conor is here to look after her, so I head to the gym to meet up with the lads.

Crow and Mick are already in the ring, sparring while the other lads gab from the sidelines like a bunch of women.

I peel off my shirt and toss it aside before stepping into the opposite corner of the ring and cracking my neck.

“Anyone up for being loafed in the head this fine morning?”

“Someone’s awfully cheerful today,” Mick remarks. “Who put a smile on your dial?”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.” I wink at him and Reaper joins me to throw some punches.

He never used to be much for sparring, since he generally lacks the self-control to stop until someone’s dead, but he’s a lot calmer now that he’s taken up with his missus. He’s one of the best lads I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

We don’t really go after it too hard this morning. Just some light sparring. Most of the lads are still nursing a hangover from last night’s shenanigans.

When I leave them to it, Crow follows me out the door to have a word with me before I head off.

“I could do with an extra man at the club for the drop tonight. Mack’s got it into her head that I need to be home early. So, can ye do it?”

“I’m planning to take my own missus out tonight,” I tell him. “Can’t Conor do it?”

Crow shifts his gaze to the street, his eyes moving up and down out of habit. But I know by the look on his face he’s got something to say. And I also have a feeling I’m not going to like it.

“Ye’re taking up with Scarlett now, is that it?”

“So what if I am?”

Crow might be the boss, but he sure as shite isn’t going to tell me who I can and can’t take up with.

“The thing is,” he says, “ye have to know she’s fecked in the head, Rory.”

I shrug. “Only makes it more fun. Ye know the crazy ones are wild.”

“This isn’t a bleeding joke.”

His face is solemn, and I don’t imagine he intends to let it go. I never take things too seriously anymore, and sometimes, that’s a problem for Crow. He’s as serious as they come.

“I know she’s Mack’s friend,” he continues. “And she seems loyal. To Mack. But to anyone else. I don’t know.”

“What are ye getting at?”

“Only that ye have a known weakness for women in distress, and I think she’s making a grand mockery of you at the moment.”

“Well if that’s the case, then it’s my situation to sort out,” I tell him.

“Does it not strike you as a wee bit odd that she’s so sweet on ye now when only two months ago she couldn’t even stand to look at ye?”

And there it is. Crow’s honesty.

If it were anyone else, I might lamp him in the head. Only I know Crow has my best interests at heart. It wasn’t so long ago that Mack was tricking and lying to him in search of her missing friend Talia. She came to him with bad intentions, and he didn’t trust women to begin with. She played him just as he suspected she might. And now they’re happily married with a kid and another on the way.

So I leave it alone because nothing I say will convince him otherwise until he sees it for himself.

“It’s nothing serious,” I tell him. “We’re just having a dose of fun together. No harm, no foul. You needn’t worry yourself about it, mate.”

He considers me a moment before giving me a nod. He still doesn’t fancy the notion, but he’s spoken his piece and he knows my mind is made up.

“I suppose I’ll see ye tomorrow then,” he says.



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