Arranged Hearts (Joey and Adora Duet #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Joey and Adora Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“No. All my women are treated with the utmost respect.”

The lady holding the checkbook nods, giving me a soft smile. Then he calls the guard over who walked me in. “Call your boss.” So he does and hands Jake the phone after some conversation I can’t make out.

Goddammit! I can’t believe this is happening.

“Five hundred,” Jake tells Scott. Then, shaking his head, he hands the phone to me. “Seems he wants to speak to you.” I take the phone with a trembling hand and lift it to my ear.

“Thought you may want to say goodbye to your son.”

“What?” I ask, confused, my pulse stuttering.

“You won’t be returning, Adora. But it’s okay, Brooke will take good care of him. Won’t you, Brooke?” I hear her say “Yes,” and I want to reach through and throttle them both.

“I’m not yours to sell,” I say through gritted teeth.

“If you fuck this up, I will kill our son, then you.” My breath catches at the seriousness in his tone when regarding our son, but before I can respond, he hangs up.

I look back to Jake, completely at a loss. “I’m not his property to sell,” I say in a voice I don’t even recognize. The guard who escorted me here is now gone. It’s just Jake and his assistant.

“Everyone has a price, Adora. You just found out yours.”

“Five hundred dollars?” I shake my head in disbelief. If they’re going to put a price on my head, that’s certainly not it.

“No, half a million.” Then he turns, ready to walk off, ignoring what I’m sure was my shocked reaction. “Maria here will show you to a room. Go and relax. I will talk to you later.”

“Am I your prisoner?” I ask with a shaky voice. My whole body is full of nerves having no idea what is to come, but I know I need to find a way back to my son.

“No, you aren’t. But go. You need rest. And then we can talk.”

“I have a son,” I tell him, desperate. “It’s why I came back. That man you just bought me from has him.”

“Well, I suggest you be on your best behavior if you want to see him again.”

My mind is blank.

I’m expressionless.

Emotionless.

Lost in a sea of nothing.

His assistant, Maria, smiles and shows me the way.

I snap my head back in the game.

Because my plan has changed.

I’m not here to see my son any longer.

I will take him.

And kill my husband.

Which one is first? I don’t know.

But I hope to do both.

EIGHT

JOEY

What the actual fuck?

What. The. Fuck?

I jump from my bed to find Abigail asleep next to me. When I look over, my door is wide open. The same damn door I locked before I went to sleep.

“Abigail.” I yank the covers down, which is a big mistake.

Jesus Christ, she’s naked.

When she turns at the sound of her name, she has no shame in showcasing her tits and even has the cheek to spread her legs a little.

“Yes?” she says with sleepy eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my room. How the hell did you even get in here?”

“I know how to pick locks. One of the boys I was dating taught me.”

“Sounds like a real charmer,” I mumble, walking to my bathroom. “Get. Out. And shut the fucking door on your way. You ever do that again, I’ll cut your head off.”

“Ohhh, knife play,” she sings, and my jaw grinds to the point of pain.

“Abigail.”

“Yes?” she calls sweetly which only serves to piss me off further.

“Get. Out!”

“I could help you in there, just so you know.”

Never!

I can never imagine anyone else but Adora, which makes me even angrier.

“I don’t fuck children.”

“I’m an adult!” she yells.

“Yeah, and I’m the pope. Now, get out. How many times do I have to say the words?”

It takes a few moments, but then I hear her footsteps as she walks away.

When I think it’s all clear, I huff out a breath and get in the shower. As I wash myself, I glance at the shampoos—Adora’s are still sitting there. Then, without an ounce of self-control, I lift it to my nose, inhaling her scent that I miss too damn much.

Ahhh… cotton candy.

She shouldn’t be affecting me this way.

“Is there a reason you’re sniffing that?” I jump at Lucas’s voice coming from the other side of the shower door.

“For fuck’s sake. Did I say you could come in here?” I yell. “Get out.”

“Why is your wife’s sister walking around naked?”

“Who the fuck knows? That one is as fucked in the head as you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says, smirking.

“It isn’t. Now, go so I can finish showering.”

“Can’t. Jake called.”

“And?” I groan, rinsing off quickly.

“Seems he just bought your wife.”

What?

That…

Fuck!

Turning the water off, I step out, and Lucas passes me a towel.

“Yep. Called me because he said you never fucking answer.”


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