Priest and his Anarchist Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
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He knew her first.

“We will get his attention.” He rests against a stray metal table.

I stand my ground. “I’ll do whatever you want. They don’t want me anyway. I’m a hurdle in their world.” The words are like poison, but I can’t help how honest they feel.

“Lie!” Corbin flies forward, his eyes flicking between me and Madison. Unease slips into my bones.

“Corbin, what happened to you?” At the mention of my friend’s name, he turns slowly, his steps gaining closer to Madison. “If you so much as breathe too close to her while I’m here, I will kill you before you can lift that cane…” I warn, my chest brushing him. “And I don’t know if you know this, but I am not the mute child you swapped for her all those years ago.”

Pride overrides his shock when he smiles up at me. Obviously not wanting to touch on my statement yet. “Still in the face of this, you protect a King? Even when you came back to me, after all those years, you protect him!” His laughter is like nails on a chalkboard. “So fucking predictable, Luna! No one liked you. No one! I did! I liked you! But no…never enough. The time I put into you to get you here was useless. For nothing. We needed you!” He steps closer. “You owed us that, because it was you who took him!”

“Took—that wasn’t me!” My arms fly around the room. “That was Darling!”

“You’ll still protect a King…” he whispers, ignoring my words. It’s useless trying to get him to see reason. He’s too far gone. A master of acts, his life is the biggest show of all.

“Always,” I answer, flexing my fingers. “Because even if they didn’t want me, I needed them.”

“Him,” Corbin corrects, testing me with a curved brow. “Admit your feelings and I’ll let the woman leave. I’ll have her dumped up in the hills of Colorado.”

“Why?” I ask, confused. “Why does it matter how I feel about him?”

“It matters because I’m curious.”

To think I let this man kiss me. Put his hands on me.

“Yes,” I hiss. “I want him. All of him. The ugly parts even more so, because⁠—”

“Because?” he asks, his eyes beaming with excitement.

Sweat slides down the nape of my neck.

“Because!” he roars so loud I wince, my hands fighting to cover my ears. “Because why, Luna Nox!”

My legs turn to jelly, the walls around me caving in.

The dripping of water.

The smell of decaying bodies buried within the concrete.

The house he built deep in the crux of the earth’s core, where he sat, waiting for me. His nakedness open. His smile wide. In a house, there was a couch, and on that couch, there was a man, and that man was Danny Dale, and beside Danny Dale was Jeremiah, and in Jeremiah’s hands was Moses. Small child. So small. Like me.

Like me.

His hands on my body, tearing at my underwear. They were old. I only had three pairs. I’d wash them when they’d soil. Or after they’d be finished. His weight on top of me. In this house there were three bad men, and I killed them all.

“Why do you love him so much, Luna!” he yells, spit flying out of his mouth.

I scream so loud my throat bleeds. “Because I’m just like him!” With a stream of tears, I look up to find him smirking back down at me with pride, a strange sense of accomplishment.

“Well done. Now the real work will begin.”

My head bows between my shoulders, my heart fracturing in my chest. I’ll never get out. Even with Danny, Jeremiah, and Moses dead, someone else will fill the spot.

He moves closer, and the closer he gets, the more I pull away. Leaning down, he meets me at eye level. “We’re not so different, you and I. Aside from our differences of views, you were the one we saw first. You were the one.” The rings around his eyes darken as he draws close. The smell of earth and metal hover around him like his own personal cologne.

“Did you ever talk to him about me?”

I swallow. “I barely know you.” I thought I knew everything about him. He was the son of a Kiznitch. He was the son of—my head spins. “He was your dad, wasn’t he?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Kohen was your father.”

In a sad tale of twisted fate, I hate that it makes sense. That Corbin was a victim in yet another one of Darling’s acts. Not that Kohen was one of the main brothers of Kiznitch, since he doesn’t have much to do with them all. From what I know, he’d broken into the cabin and tried to take—Darling—me—whatever. It just so happens that Priest was faster.

“Don’t you know?” He shifts around my body, looking me up and down. “Oh, Darling. He meant to kill you both. He was just lucky that you were a twin.” He stops, and the fear I thought I’d worked through grabs me by the throat, tossing me around like a rag doll. “He wanted her. He fought for years to bring that side of you out because he couldn’t bear to look at you and see her. He hated you, Luna. He loved her, yet…he was still willing to lose her.”


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