Victorious Vice (Bellamy Brothers #6) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bellamy Brothers Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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He’ll just be Mario.

Mario. Mario, who’s a rapist. Who committed incest. Who’s taken countless lives.

At least my mother was eighteen.

God, did I truly just have that thought?

I’m actually grateful my grandfather isn’t a pedophile? Just a man who raped his own daughter?

Thank God for small favors. But not fucking small enough.

Mario has something in common with his new business partner. I’m pretty sure Declan McAllister is an incestuous rapist and a pedophile.

How the hell am I going to protect Belinda when I have to go to Colombia tonight?

I have no one. My mother’s dead, my father’s in prison. Michael is dead, and I can’t ask Savannah to step back into my world. Thanks to my father’s—the man who I consider my father—machinations, she does not owe any more debt to the family.

There’s no one to help me. Mario certainly won’t.

There’s no one to help me but me.

And I can’t do anything from Colombia.

Damn.

Then of course there’s Raven. My beautiful, sweet Raven. I love her so much it hurts. It literally twists my insides out.

I don’t believe her father would ever harm her. I believe he loves his children.

But he’s not the man she thinks he is. I don’t know for sure, but he may have had a hand in sending Falcon to prison. I don’t think it’s what he wanted, but he may not have had a choice in the matter.

There’s something so warped about all of this. Diego Vega’s involvement with my family, with the Bellamy family.

Vega’s dead, so I can’t find anything out about him. I’ve scoured the dark web for information about him. He, or his people, scrubbed it clean.

The two minions with him that day, according to Falcon and his brothers, were never heard from again. They were most likely stopped at the border and either taken prisoner or killed.

And now I have to go to Colombia for a month.

Raven will be safer if I’m out of the country. That’s reason enough to go.

What the hell did Mario mean when he said my life begins tonight?

Does anyone else know the true circumstances of my birth? Anyone besides Mario and my mother?

Because if any of our enemies do…

It puts a big red target on my back.

To take out Bianchi’s son? That’s a big fucking deal.

I was already his true heir. If they know that I’m a direct product of his loins, it’s all over for me.

God… It’s all making so much sense now.

No wonder he let me stay in Europe so long.

In his own distorted way, Mario loves me. Was protecting me.

Elmo, my bodyguard, is traveling with me to Colombia. He sits next to me at the gate, ready to board the chartered plane.

I buried my mother only hours ago, and Mario wants me on this plane.

A month.

So much can happen in a month.

I just have to make sure that Raven stays safe. She’s my first priority. And unfortunately, Mario knows this.

She’s my weakness.

But she’s also my strength.

If I can bring down this family, then Raven and I can be together. Make a life of our own.

I’ll do what I need to do in Colombia.

I fire up my iPad and read the notes about the people I’ll be meeting—those involved in the piece of the trade that Giacomo Puzo was negotiating.

A lance strikes my heart. Not that I felt anything for Puzo, but he had a family. Two little girls. I may not have struck the blow that killed him, but I am ultimately responsible.

Sure, he was corrupt. The world is a better place without him. But who am I to play God?

Who is Mario to play God?

But putting a stop to him will save so many more lives in the long run. Puzo was a necessary casualty.

These thoughts plague me as I board the plane and take my seat. Elmo, next to me, is silent, his gaze cast outside the window.

The engines roar to life and I clutch the iPad tighter. The names and faces on its screen are the Colombia Cartel heads, local law enforcement, politicians—everyone has their slice in this pie. I’m about to jump headfirst into a viper’s nest with nothing but my wits to protect me.

One thing is clear though. Being Mario Bianchi’s heir gives me an advantage. A dangerous one, indeed. The fascination and fear that his name commands might be the only things keeping me alive in Colombia.

I lean back in my seat and let the outside world blur into nothingness. I am alone with my thoughts, an island amidst a sea of chaos. I imagine Raven’s face, her soft smile and the way her eyes light up when she laughs. The thought of her gives me the strength to push through this ordeal.

As the plane ascends through clouds, though, I find myself thinking about the meetings awaiting me. Though I am armed with knowledge about these people, it’s impossible to predict their intentions or anticipate their actions.



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