Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Malum Part 2 (The Elite King's Club #4) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Amo Jones |
| Language: | English |
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Some girls don’t like pretty things. Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win. This is a war of fate. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝑁𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑁𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. | |
| Books in Series: | The Elite King's Club Series by Amo Jones |
| Books by Author: | Amo Jones Books |
Tillie
Nate backs me up against the cold cell, examining me. “You like this, huh, Princessa…”
I shake my head, refusing to show any fear. Nate is like a shark with fear. He senses it in the water, and he thinks it’s feeding time. “No. I don’t. What are you doing and why am I here?”
My eyes go over Nate’s shoulder and land on Brantley, who watches me carefully. “Brantley?”
Just when I think he’s going to say something, maybe put me in my place for questioning them, his mouth snaps shut. I watch as he disappears back through the way we came.
“He won’t help you. Stay here and don’t move, Tillie. If you try to escape, we will kill you.”
I don’t know why there’s a part of my brain that doesn’t believe he would do that. You don’t keep someone alive through a lot of turmoil only to off them if they do something so insignificant like not listening. Nate smirks as if he hears what I’m thinking. Backing up slowly, he exits my cell, flicking the lock closed. His eyes never leave mine.
“There’s always a reason why we do the things we do, Tillie—remember?”
I don’t take the bait, sliding down the cold wall and landing on my butt. There’s a long pull of silence before I hear the door open and close again, and then Brantley’s boots come into view out of the corner of my eye.
“What is it, Brantley? You guys won. Go and celebrate by snorting more cocaine or fucking more girls…” I don’t want to talk to Daemon until they’ve all left, and part of me is still trying to calm my erratic brain from all of the possibilities of why, and how, he’s still alive.
Brantley unhooks the lock, the heavy clinking of metal jerking me out of my thoughts. He opens the cell, stepping inside. I brave myself to bring my eyes up to his as he leans down to my level, his elbows resting on his knees.
His palm comes to my face. “Kiss me.”
“What?” I ask, confused. My eyes fall to his swollen lips.
He squeezes my cheeks slightly, his face coming closer to mine. “Kiss. Me.”
I lean forward until our lips touch, warm velvet skimming against mine. Slinging my arm around the back of his neck, a moan slips out of me as I pull him closer. I kiss him because I’m angry. I kiss him because I’m hurt. And I kiss him for the probability of Nate watching somehow. Just as his tongue slips into my mouth, I exhale from the intrusion. His kiss is as calculated as his character. He gives enough without giving too much. He sucks on my bottom lip, licking me across the rim. His arms wrap around my waist, bringing me to my feet. Thick thighs separate my legs, stretching me wide as his body sinks against mine, shoving me up against the metal bars. He lifts me up by my thighs as I wrap my legs around him, all while his mouth continues to assault mine. My stomach flutters, my core pulsing. I want him. I have always somewhat wanted him, to an extent, and now that Nate has well and truly shattered any and all trust that I had in him, I’m feeling reckless. If you hurt someone enough, they acclimatize to pain, but just like a wound, if you don’t seal it, you’ll bleed out.
Brantley pulls away, placing me back on my feet while grabbing my hand. “Now, you owe me twice for getting him mad, and princess, I will be collecting.” He continues to drag me out of my cell, unlocking the one beside Daemon and shoving me inside. I turn, just in time to see him shutting the door.
“Brantley…” I want to apologize. I want to say so many things.
He shakes his head. “Don’t, Tillie.”
I know I owe him for saving me from Nate more than once or twice, but before I can address my gratitude, he leaves, and it’s not until I hear the heavy steel door slam closed that I slide down to my ass, drawing my legs up and turning my head to face Daemon.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Daemon scrapes closer, grasping onto the bars that separate our cages. “I have seen much worse, Puella.”
My heart squeezes in my chest from the use of my nickname. I thought I’d never hear it again. “I thought you were dead, Daemon. We all thought you were dead. We all mourned you.” Madison pops up inside my head and I wince. “Did everyone know but me?”
Daemon shakes his head. He’s wearing tattered jeans and a shirt that looks like it’s seen better days. “No.”
I massage my temples. “My god. Madison doesn’t know you’re still alive?” I screech, shaking my head.
Selfishly, it does make me feel better knowing that my best friend didn’t betray me, but a bigger part of me is now terrified about what’s going to happen when she does find out. Her and Bishop are already on struggle street, I’d hate to know what’s going to happen when she finds out that he’s been hiding the biggest secret of all from her. Her fucking twin brother being alive. My eyes fly up to the little camera that’s sitting in the corner of my dark cell, the bright red dot signaling they’re watching. I flip the camera off.