Reckless Hands (Joey and Adora Duet #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Joey and Adora Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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“Look…” she steps over and places a soft hand on my chest, and pats it, “… I’m not going to be your wife. We both know this. Make your moody boss see it’s never gonna happen, will you? Okay, champ?” Adora pats my chest again, this time with more force, then goes to step away, but I reach out and catch her wrist.

“Champ?” My eyebrows rise in another incredulous stare.

She just shrugs as I drop her hand like a hot tamale.

“The way I see it, this…” she waves between us, “… never happened.” A slow and steady smirk touches her lips.

“Do you not like cock?” I ask, confused.

“Not yours. Now leave.”

“I will not under any circumstances marry a woman I will have to convince to sleep with me.”

“See, it’s settled. Now, can you tell your brother, boss, or whatever you call him?” Adora waves to Keir who’s waiting by his car, his face a picture of everything I don’t want to see—the stony glare, the upright posture of defiance, and above all, fuck me if there isn’t determination in his damn eyes.

“You simply don’t tell Keir anything,” I mumble.

“I’m sure you’re a smart man. Think of something,” she responds with a shrug while waving her hand around.

“You also don’t lie to him if you want to live,” I say, my eyes narrowing into a glare. “Do you know nothing?”

This woman has to know.

Her father is well known. Dangerous. When we were kids, he took his daughter and moved her to Italy when she was ten, and that’s the last time I saw her. If I am being perfectly honest, I hardly remember her.

“Where is your father?”

Adora walks behind the counter and stacks a few books before she glances back at me.

“Dead. I killed him,” she states.

Then she smiles.

TWO

ADORA

He’s cute. Handsome even, but his face is one of utter shock as he looks at me. The sharp angles of his jaw are ticking, and I wonder if that’s a sign he’s agitated, disturbed, or just plain angry.

“You what?” he asks, apparently not having heard me the first time.

“I killed him.”

“Fuck this shit! I’m out.” Joey shakes his head and stalks to the door. I watch his retreating back, smiling as he goes.

Maybe I’ve been avoiding this for no reason at all. I mean, he did get quite the introduction. I would have apologized, but I think it helped my case too. You know, not marry someone who I clearly don’t want to, and who probably doesn’t want me either.

He pauses, his hand on the door.

“How long have you been back?” he asks.

“Years,” I answer without hesitation, and he turns back to face me.

“And Lucas knew of this?”

“It took him a while to realize who I was,” I tell Joey honestly. “But, yes, he knows who I am.”

The woman from earlier pushes the door open, and Joey steps aside, letting her in. She blushes when she sees him and then looks at me.

Dammit! I didn’t even get her name.

“Becca,” she says, sounding shy, or at least shyer than she seemed a few minutes ago.

Joey looks between us, a smirk touching his lips.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I wave to the door where Joey’s watching us.

Becca glances behind her, then nods to the counter. “I left my phone.” She walks over and reaches for it, and I place my hand on top of hers. “Do you want my number?” I ask.

I mean, she did just eat me out. Granted, we had only just met when she placed a book on the counter to purchase. Then we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and she ended up with her face between my legs.

What can I say, I have sex appeal.

“You don’t want her number.”

We both turn to Joey, and I raise a brow at him. Now is not the time for me to make a stand. He ignores my sharp glare and focuses on Becca. “Leave. Now.”

She snatches her phone from the counter and basically runs past him and out the door.

I bite my tongue. Hard. So hard I can taste blood.

When I glance back at Joey, the front door is closed, and he’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest while he stares at me.

“That’s not going to happen again.” He indicates where Becca just ran out the door.

“You think you can boss me around?”

“I remember you now.” His hand runs along the top of my romance books as he slowly approaches the counter. “You and your little sister.”

I go to speak, but he cuts me off.

“How is she?” He smirks. “Still breathing?” There is a dare dancing in his eyes. “Let me think! Do I remember correctly? If the deal is not fulfilled, her life will be forfeited. Is that still correct?”

Okay, so I was hoping he wouldn’t know about the damn deal.


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