Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Lie (Betrothed #8) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Penelope Sky |
Language: | English |
ISBN/ ASIN: | B086721YR4 |
Book Information: | |
Why did I let her go? I can't answer that. How do you expect me to answer that when I don't even know? When I see her at the bar six weeks later, she's still the feisty handful that I remember. She owns the room in that tight dress and that fire. Now that she's not dirty in a locked cage...she's stunning. She cleans up good. I decide to say hello...and see what happens. | |
Books in Series: | Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky |
Books by Author: | Penelope Sky |
One
Heath
It was late at night in the bar, the very bar where I’d ambushed Damien the night I’d intended to execute his old man. I had a scotch on the rocks, not my usual choice, but they were out of vodka.
Balto stared at me with a rigid expression, his large size blocking out a portion of my view because he had burly shoulders and his body was a thick mass. Whenever he grabbed his drink, he always used his left hand, and on his ring finger was the skull diamond identical to my own. “How’s Vox behaving?”
“I thought you didn’t care about that shit anymore?” When Balto handed over the reins, he’d washed his hands clean and wanted nothing to do with his former business. He never asked questions, never got involved, said he was a retired man.
“I care about the men staging a coup against my brother.”
“Not gonna happen.” I had eyes and ears everywhere, spies against spies. Vox wasn’t silent about his distaste for the new leadership, obviously finding Balto’s decision incredibly biased. Vox was a brutal man, a soldier who had the cruelty that was required in leadership. He probably would’ve made a good leader.
But too bad, because it was me.
“Don’t be arrogant. Never be arrogant.”
“You’re the most arrogant man I know,” I said with a laugh.
“I’m retired. I can afford to be headstrong.” He lifted his hand and pointed at me. “You can’t.”
Not too many rulers could get advice from their predecessors like I could. Former Skull Kings usually handed over their titles when they died. Balto’s retirement was unconventional. But now, I always had an experienced mind to give me advice, not that I needed it much.
“And Damien?”
That man was a goddamn joke. He’d pissed me off when he pretended to be too good to submit, but then he got my brother mixed up in the bullshit and that just made me angrier. Then he had the audacity to threaten me, again, when I was the one who let his sister go.
In his defense, he had no idea about Catalina. “He’s a pain in the fucking ass.”
“Still?” Balto eyed me incredulously, mirroring my reactions because of his identical features. “How can the man still be a problem? Your job is to eliminate problems. Why is this guy still walking around and breathing?”
“You were the one who saved his ass.” I took a drink, the ice cubes sliding and tapping against my lips. I let the booze wash down my throat and into my stomach, the usual burn absent because I’d been drinking hard for so many years.
“I owed him. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t honor my debts?” His arms rested on the table, and his shirt was tight on his muscular arms. He wasn’t the leader of an underground army anymore, but he kept his remarkable fitness at the same level as if he was still in charge.
“You never told me how he saved your life.”
“Doesn’t matter. Deal’s over.”
My brother wasn’t much of a talker. I was definitely more of a conversationalist. “How’s the wife?”
He gave me a glare.
“What? I’m not asking because she’s hot.” I loved to get under my brother’s skin, push his buttons, and talking about his brunette woman sitting at home was the best way to accomplish that.
His blue eyes darkened noticeably as his fingertips rested on the rim of his glass. He stared me down like he wanted to slam my face into the surface of the table. But, of course, he never did anything, because I was his flesh and blood. “She’s fine.”
“Shouldn’t your wife be more than fine?”
“Shut the fuck up, Heath.”
I leaned forward. “Maybe I could teach you some moves. Maybe you’ve gotten a little rusty—”
He slammed his glass down. “I will break this into shards and shove them into your eyes.”
I raised both hands in a form of a mocking surrender and leaned back. “Alright…just trying to help.”
A babe in a short dress came to our table, her eyes on Balto first. “Hey, I’m Tess.”
My brother became a committed and monogamous man when he met Cassini, which was fascinating because he used to be deep between a woman’s thighs every night of the week. He was either at the whorehouse or at the bar, picking up a new woman for entertainment. But ever since he settled down, he didn’t look, didn’t even glance, at someone other than his wife. That was exactly what he did now as he rejected her. “I’m married.” He brought his glass to his lips and took a drink, his eyes still on me.
Tess looked at me next. “Please don’t tell me you’re married too.”
I patted my thigh. “Nope. Come on down, sweetheart.”
She smiled as she moved into my lap, her arm circling my neck. “I prefer the tattoos anyway…”