The Devil's Deal: A Dark Romance (East Coast Devils Book 2) by Somme Sketcher

Author:Somme Sketcher [Sketcher, Somme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2021-08-04T16:00:00+00:00

Cillian

“Wren Humphrey is dead.”

“Who?”

“ChromoLove Dating. Did you do it?”

Scrubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, I internally curse myself for answering a call at five a.m. Especially one from Lorcan Quinn.

“He didn’t piss me off that much,” I groan, dragging myself out of bed and opening the curtains. “How’d he go?”

“Thrown from the window of his office. The news is reporting it as a suicide.”

Although only half-awake, I think back to being in Humphrey’s office.

“His office didn’t have windows, just glass walls. Not the type that opened.”

“I thought so.” A heavy sigh comes down the line. I can picture my old boss sitting in the Herman Miller chair in his study, dragging his fingers through his beard. “The Abruzzos must have had a hand in it. I called Flavio Abruzzo a few days ago to very nicely remind him of our treaty, and now this happens. You know what I also found out? He isn’t even the fucking Don anymore. Stepped down, bought a one-way ticket to Italy and gave his eldest son the position a month ago. Seemed like they forgot to let us know.”

Shrugging on a T-shirt, I cross into my office. “Luca Abruzzo? He’s a grade-A cunt.”

“So I’ve heard. Think he’s got more spunk in him than his old man and wants to assert his dominance by expanding his reach.”

“I sense a war coming.”

“No,” he says darkly. “I won’t let it get that far. He just needs to be shaken up a little.”

As I round into the office, I see Dahlia on the other side of the glass, sitting by the river, feet in the water, psychology textbook in hand. Why is she up so early?

I slept in the bedroom attached to the office last night, as much as I wanted to burst into the hut and fuck her brains out again. I had to prove to myself that my self-control is up to par, and I also thought she’d be on even better form with a good night’s sleep.

My moan bounces off the glass and reverberates around the office.

“What’d you say, kid?”

“Nothing. I have to go. You know how to reach me if you need me.” I stab the end call button and toss the cell on my desk, turning my attention back to Dahlia.

Fucking her was everything I’d imagined it’d be. More. The point of bringing her here was to satiate my desire, but my first time exploring her sweet holes has stoked the fire, instead of beginning to put it out.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, then talk to a God I couldn’t give a shit about, praying I’ll get over this obsession within a month.

Knowing there’s not a chance in hell I’m getting any admin work done today, I tap out a text to my accountant to reschedule our meeting, and stalk over to the glass wall.

Dahlia Fucking Rose. Sitting on the verge between my heliconias and monkey brush vines, both bred and cross-bred against to achieve the most vibrant shade of orange.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.