Savage Intent (Kingdom of Sin #2) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom of Sin Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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"You can, but even if you couldn’t, neither is in any shape to pull anything at the moment. My father is a man who deserves a slow death."

"I was going to drag it out, but now I want Melina to have her say and end him. Be done with this. We have a life to live and an empire to secure for our offspring. What's going on upstairs?"

"We have two men in place up there. Our package delivery made the perfect diversion. At least Aden and Atlas had their one use in this world. Although that probably makes me a sick bastard for saying that about them," Marco mutters.

"No, it makes you a realist," I tell him. "We're coming through the side entrance now."

"Gordon has it unlocked. We're one floor down. I have the target in my line of sight now," Marco says in a hushed tone.

"Does he even know his soldiers are missing? That the three bodyguards with him are all he has left?" I ask, relishing the moment. I want him to know how weak and utterly useless he truly is.

Marco sounds bitter when he answers. "As usual, my father is clueless."

"That works," I tell him. "Let's get this over with."

I slip into the building with four men following me. They're some of my best soldiers. Marco should have one more with him, but they're hidden, so they should be fine.

We stalk down the hallway silently. Marco already has the alarms disabled. We move until we get to the stairwell. I give my signal as we descend.

When I get closer, I can hear Dracos screaming at his men to find the ones who delivered the bodies of his sons.

"I want them strung up! Find out who is behind this," he yells at his men.

I hold my hand up and my men and I move out together.

“That would be me,” I brag, staring straight at Dracos—my gun trained on him. The few guards he has, drop their weapons immediately when my men step closer, guns trained on each of them. They circle and close in on them easily. There’s not even a fight even knowing they are going to die. If my men went out like that, I’d bring them back to life just to kill them again.

Still, their cowardice is our gain.

My men collect the weapons as they have the guards kneel, hands in sight. I turn my attention back to the worthless scum in front of me. If I had a camera, I would've loved to take a picture of the shocked expression on Dracos' face.

"You killed my sons," the bastard growls, spittle moving down the sides of his mouth. His suit is entirely disheveled, and his thinning hair is ruffled as if he's been pulling on it. He truly looks like the madman he is now. I can't understand how this bastard could have fathered someone as beautiful and giving as Melina. It just doesn't make sense.

I walk further into the room, standing near the dead Stratakis twins.

"Actually, I only killed this sad sack, " I say, kicking Atlas’s box. “I shot him in the back of the head. It’s not how I normally like to do things.” I shrug. “Still, considering what I truly wanted to do with him, it was merciful. The other one was courtesy of your son Elias—who, as far as I can tell—is one of the few offspring who thankfully took after their mother."

"Elias?" Draco asks. "Elias would never touch Aden."

I laugh at his shocked expression and denial.

"What makes you think that? Do you think your children have that much loyalty to you?” Maybe I will enjoy this second part after all. Marco steps out of the shadows and Dracos’ entire body recoils with the shock. “Marco, get your sister,” I order.

"Got it, Boss," Marco responds. He walks by, looking at his father with so much hatred that if I didn't despise Dracos with every fiber of my being, I'd almost—almost—feel sorry for the sad sack of shit.

"Oof. That has to sting, doesn't it, old man? What does it feel like to know that you're about to breathe your last breath but that the son you hate will take over everything you built? Of course, he will do it under my orders, but still. The Stratakis name will die here," I tell him happily. "The DeLuca name will be strong, and one of my most trusted soldiers will be your son. I swore to you, I’d make you pay. I never dreamed it would lead us both here. Life is a twisted bitch and I got to tell you… It’s fucking good to be king."

Dracos crumbles under my words. He starts screaming like a banshee. "Just kill me. Do it now!” he demands, beating on his chest. “I don't want to live in a world without my twins. You took them from me. End me. Be done with it.” He stops screaming, taking a breath as he pins me with what he thinks is an intimidating stare. "I'll wait to extract my revenge on you in hell."


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