Karma (Karma and Fate Duet #1) Read Online T. Kennington, C. Roth

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Karma and Fate Duet Series by T. Kennington
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Running is the only thing that’s kept us alive this long…

Caught up in gang life, Micah Murphy is looking for a way out when she meets Rowan De Luca, a young woman fighting to stay alive in the grasp of her sadistic big brother. The two of them brought together through traumatic circumstances, take the chance one night to escape their troubled lives in Chicago and make a run for it along with their best friend Lincoln.
After stopping to get Micah’s little sister, Laini, from college, the four of them keep running from their demons until they finally settle down to build a new life in Los Angeles, California. But with Micah’s gangster ex-boyfriend and Rowan’s obsessively violent brother, hot on their heels, they are constantly having to look over their shoulders.
Now, as owners of a high-profile nightclub, XS Karma, they are thriving, but there is still something missing besides their outright freedom. That is until they meet the James brothers, Caden and Declan. Will the brothers be able to break down their walls? Could a love worth staying for be the key or will their past haunt them forever?
***Trigger Warning***
The following duet, Karma and Fate, has mentions of incest, molestation, rape, drug abuse, torture, gang violence, and physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. If any of these are a trigger for you, or you find them uncomfortable, please proceed with caution. Neither book goes into explicit detail, but the above triggers are referenced during the story. If the triggers don’t bother you, then enjoy the ride.

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CHAPTER ONE

Present Day

Brooklyn, New York

Caden James barely noticed when the door swung open with a loud creak, and the fresh fall air blew in, temporarily dispersing some of the dense gray haze filling the dark, desolate bar. His thoughts were somewhere else, on someone else. He didn’t even spare a glance in the direction of the three men in their early twenties who stumbled inside, laughing, and carrying on, their raucous voices penetrating the silence like a bomb.

Caden sat on a stool at the end of the bar, shoulders slumped forward, and muscled arms resting a little too comfortably on the bar top. He stared straight ahead, intensely serious, dark eyes reflecting at him from the mirrored wall behind the liquor-lined shelves. Caden hadn’t bothered to shave in a week, and the rough stubble on his head and face echoed his somber mood. Half a cigarette rested on his lips, and the tip flashed a deep red-orange as he crushed the butt into the overflowing glass ashtray on the bar in front of him. Bringing the lowball glass to his hard mouth, Caden downed the remaining bourbon, set the glass on the bar, and slid it a few inches toward the bartender. He signaled for another refill.

The shaggy old man behind the bar, who had been quietly humming to himself as he polished glassware, glanced up briefly at the young men in the doorway. He deftly threw the towel over his shoulder. He grabbed the half-empty bottle of small-batch Kentucky straight bourbon, pouring it deliberately into Caden’s glass to satisfy his regular’s silent request.

A howl from one of the men pierced the quiet. “No fucking way are we drinking in here.” The irritation was evident in his voice.

“Yeah, this place is dead,” the second guy replied in disgust.

“Well, except for that lonely-ass motherfucker over there,” the third one quipped, nodding in Caden’s direction. They hooted with laughter and stumbled back outside before the large door closed behind them, leaving the dreary, smoke-filled tavern in silence again.

The man behind the bar watched as Caden downed the drink in one gulp and pushed the glass forward for yet another pour. “You gonna stay till closing again?”

Even after clearing his cigarette-and-booze-ravaged throat, the low, weary rumble of his voice was still almost unintelligible. “Yeah, Joe. You know there’s no one other than you that I’d rather spend my evenings with.” Caden grabbed the almost empty pack of Marlboros and lit yet another one, taking a long, deep drag. The man nodded, replenished Caden’s whiskey, and stepped back to continue his polishing without saying another word.

Like every night over the past few weeks, Caden stayed until closing time. There was no rush or reason for him to go home; no one was there waiting for him. Caden nodded to Joe after he locked up and turned to walk the fourteen blocks across town to his shitty studio apartment nestled deep in the lower east side of Brooklyn. Like every night before, he strolled uncaringly through one of the more derelict neighborhoods in New York City. It was, after all, the most direct route to his apartment.

As he neared an apartment complex, he could hear two people arguing through an open window, their voices shrill over the brittle wind. In the distance, several cats shrieked and howled in some sort of scuffle, a glass bottle broke, and a man cursed. It was a night of conflicts, and the full moon overhead was a witness to all of it.


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