THE RESURRECTION: UNLAWFUL MEN BOOK 3 by Jodi Ellen Malpas

Author:Jodi Ellen Malpas [Malpas, Jodi Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jodi Ellen Malpas

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I slept like a baby, but I don’t wake feeling refreshed and revitalized. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I drag my palms down my rough face, exhaling heavily. Rose is sprawled beautifully across the sheets. So peaceful. At least, she looks it. I fear she’s as churned up inside as I am.

Leaving her sleeping, I shower, dress, and make my way downstairs, texting Tank as I do, my face in my phone as I take the steps. I frown at the missed call from Leon ten minutes ago and call him back. “What’s up?” I ask, frowning harder when he starts to explain.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious, D-boss.”

“I’m sending Len over. When he gets there, you help him put the fucker in the yellow container.” I hang up and text Len as I hit the marble.

Look up.

And freeze.

What the fuck? I immediately move a step back. Actually, who the fuck? I take in the back of a slight, tall figure of the woman, her masses of blonde, tumbling curls cascading down her back, skimming her arse. Her sequin-embellished catsuit is blinding, her platform stilettos skyscrapers, putting her at least half a foot taller than I am. The new in-house whore?

I frown. She has rather large feet. And, come to think of it, wide shoulders.

I inhale, ready to ask her who the fuck she is and what the fuck she’s doing in my house when she swirls around.

I recoil, my mouth snapping shut.

“Oh hello,” she sings, dramatically flicking her hair over her shoulder. “And who might you be?”

I don’t like the cheeky smile, or the delight in her eyes. Like a goldfish, I stand there, blank, my feet automatically taking another step back. “Danny,” I murmur like a twat, looking around, before turning my wary eyes back onto her. Him. The man. The woman. What the fuck is going on? “And who might you be?” I ask, tilting my head, my persona no doubt nervous. I don’t do nervous, but it’s the way she’s . . . he’s . . . looking at me. Like I’m lunch.

“I’m—”

“This is my aunt Zinnea,” Beau says from behind me.

She’s coming down the stairs, her hair wet, an amused smile on her face. Aunt? “Ohhhh,” I breathe, clicking, wondering why the fuck no one thought to tell me. I would have been more prepared. Less obviously shocked.

“I didn’t think she’d be visiting for a while, or I would have mentioned her.” Beau passes me, still amused, and joins her uncle. Aunt.

“I’m a drag queen, darling. Don’t be alarmed.” Zinnea rests her weight on a hip, her hand there too, her long talons a vivid shade of pink.

Beau’s barely keeping her laughter in check. I roll my eyes, looking back when I hear more footsteps behind me. James plods down, fastening the two buttons of his polo shirt. He too has an amused smile on his murderous face. I curl my lip at him. Dickhead. He definitely could have told me. Returning my attention back to Beau and her uncle .

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