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Cora Reilly – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Thu, 25 Dec 2025 22:08:14 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Cora Reilly – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 The Madman and His Broken Princess Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/the-madman-and-his-broken-princess-read-online-cora-reilly Thu, 25 Dec 2025 22:08:14 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-madman-and-his-broken-princess-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Authors: Cora Reilly Advertisement

Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)

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Nestore Romano was achingly beautiful. A cruel, dark prince who only smiled when he could break his broken princess. His birthright destined him to rule over his kingdom. His indisputable fate until my father betrayed his oath and locked him in a cage to torture and humiliate. It was the end of Nestore. It was his rebirth too. I witnessed both.

He hated my last name for everything my father had done to him and his family. But me…

…he hated me for the single act of running away.

Amelia was the light in my eternal darkness.

Until she wasn’t.

Until she betrayed me like every other Lamorgese. I wouldn’t let her escape. I couldn’t, not when she was the only anchor to something I’d lost. My last salvation.

She would become my wife—the unwilling princess at my side.

I never wanted to make her pay for the scars her father had left.

But I would make her pay for breaking my heart

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Nestore Romano was destined to rule over his kingdom. It was his birthright. His indisputable fate until my father betrayed his oath and locked him in a cage to torture and humiliate. It was the end of Nestore. It was his rebirth too. I witnessed both. My heart splintered into a million pieces each time.

The first time I met Nestore, he was fifteen, and I was twelve. My father, his third wife, Flavia, and I had been invited to the Romano estate to celebrate Nestore’s birthday. The Romano mansion was a sprawling estate on Mount Hollywood, in the midst of Griffith Park, with a jaw-dropping view over downtown LA, Hollywood, and the Pacific Ocean.

If my father hadn’t given me a scowl that sent ice through my veins, I would have gawked at the elegant foyer with its sweeping staircase leading up to a grand entry hall with a sixteen-foot-high ceiling forever. The crystal chandelier dangling over our heads alone probably cost more than the average person earned in a year, or ten. Not that anyone invited today knew anything about the worries of ordinary people. The royalty of the Camorra, the Italian mafia family ruling over the West Coast, had come together to celebrate Nestore’s birthday.

The maid, dressed in a long black dress with a white lace apron, motioned for us to wait as she rushed off to get the master of the house. Laughter and soft music drifted down from the upper floor. Several minutes passed in which Father’s face reflected his rage over being forced to wait on someone. His ash-brown brows grooved, and his jaw clenched while his mustache gave that impatient twitch that made my heart race.

Romano Senior, as his boss, was one of the very few people who dared to do so, and even that was a thorn in his side. Father thrived on power, and the lack thereof in the presence of Romano Senior would dampen his mood all evening. Flavia’s face twisted with anxiety as she glanced my way. She twisted her gold wedding ring around her finger. Her makeup was immaculate as always, except for one tiny spot at her throat, where it revealed the hint of a bruise. I tried to catch her gaze to warn her, but her worry-filled brown eyes kept darting between Father and the space where Romano Senior needed to appear before Father lost it.

I smoothed my fingers down my ball gown, the softness of the silk soothing my nerves. The crimson of the fabric clashed with my strawberry-blond hair, but Father had insisted I wear it, and there was no arguing with him. Not that I’d ever dare to try, even if I favored darker shades of red.

Flavia too was dressed in a sweeping red gown that matched Father’s scarlet tie. It was Father’s favorite color. Maybe that was why he enjoyed spilling blood so much.

The maid appeared on the winding staircase. “Please follow me upstairs. Master will welcome you in the grand entry hall.”

Father stalked ahead as if we were ballast he was glad to leave behind. Flavia and I rushed to follow him, but our long gowns made it difficult.

To my surprise, Father looked moderately calm when Romano Senior and his son Nestore Romano finally stalked into the grand entry hall through huge double doors only seconds after we’d reached this floor. Even at just fifteen, Nestore was almost as tall as his father, who towered over my father at an impressive six feet four. This was the first social gathering I was allowed to attend, and given that it was not only the Romano heir’s birthday but also his induction to the Camorra, it was a major honor.

Romano Senior and his son stopped in front of us. My father shook both their hands, wearing a smile I recognized as fake from a mile away. I inconspicuously scanned Nestore. His dark hair was loosely swept away from his face. It looked as soft as silk, a contrast to the sharp angles of his face. His pronounced cheekbones and strong jaw made him look older than fifteen. When his gaze hit me, my belly flipped at the mesmerizing color of his eyes. They were green with flecks of amber brown and impossibly stunning.

“That’s my daughter, Amelia.” My father’s sharp voice tore through my staring, and I ripped my gaze away with heated cheeks. With a charming smile, I shook Romano Senior’s hand, wincing at the force of his grip. I braced myself when I held out my hand for Nestore. While his grip was firm, it didn’t hurt like that of his father’s. He gave me the hint of a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The bell rang, and a moment later, the maid rushed up the stairs, announcing, “Benedetto Falcone!”

I tensed. Romano Senior and my father sprang to action, rushing down the staircase to greet the Capo of the Camorra in the foyer. Falcone wasn’t a man you let wait or make come up into the entry hall. Flavia hovered near the gallery, which allowed a view down into the foyer, uncertainty filling her gorgeous face. She sent me a quick smile in reassurance before worry clouded her face once more. Nobody liked the prospect of meeting Benedetto Falcone.

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Advertisement A Touch of Fate Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/a-touch-of-fate-read-online-cora-reilly Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:15:45 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/a-touch-of-fate-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia Authors: Cora Reilly Advertisement

Total pages in book: 124
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When Emma Mancini finds out the news of her impending arranged marriage to Samuel Mione, the future Underboss and one of the Outfit’s most sought-after bachelors, she is hopeful for their future despite their age difference. However, the never ending gossip surrounding their union and Samuel’s cold attitude extinguishes that hope.

After an unfortunate decision made in the past-- guilt and bitterness are Samuel’s constant companions. He doesn’t have time for emotional nonsense, and a bond to a woman only adds another unwanted obligation.

Nevertheless, Emma isn’t someone who resigns herself to her fate. She’s overcome much greater obstacles than a cold husband who’s determined to keep her at arm’s length.

Can Emma break through Samuel’s impenetrable walls? And if she does, can she live with what she discovers?

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11 years old

Beep. Beep.

Followed by wheezing.

I felt like I was surrounded by cotton.

My body was numb, almost like that one time I’d touched the glass of our fireplace and burned my fingers. For days, I hadn’t felt anything in my fingertips. Now, my entire body felt like that, not just my skin. A numbness existed in almost every layer of my limbs, a thick fog of nothingness I didn’t understand.

Beep. Beep.

Whoosh.

My hand felt heavy. I could feel that. It felt more substantial than the rest of me. My eyelids were crusted shut, and it took considerable effort to open them, but eventually, the darkness was replaced by a white wall. My eyes twitched to the left because my head felt too heavy to move. Mom sat on a chair beside me, her head rested on the mattress, and her hand held mine. That was the heavy feeling.

Where was I? What was going on?

My mouth and throat felt painfully dry. I tried to swallow, but something blocked my throat. My eyes flew open as panic set in. I wanted to scream, but my mouth was blocked too.

“Emma,” Mom said.

Our eyes met. Hers were filled with tears. I dragged my hand away from her, and even that movement was impossibly strenuous.

I reached for my face, wanting to rip away whatever stopped me from swallowing, from talking.

From screaming.

I touched a strange tube. Mom gripped my hand and gently pried it away. What was she doing? Why wasn’t she helping me?

“It’s okay,” she said, but her voice betrayed her words to be a lie. At the same time, she hit a button that started an alarm. It shrilled in my head, so painfully loud I wanted to cover my ears, but even that was impossible. A sound as unbearable as nails on a chalkboard. The little hairs on my neck rose, and even that small muscle movement hurt.

“This is your breathing tube, sweetheart. Don’t touch it. The nurse will be here soon to take it out.”

I didn’t understand what was going on. Nurse? My eyes took in my surroundings, the machine monitoring my heartbeat and pulse, the breathing machine, the drip. Mom squeezed my hand.

“Shhh,” she murmured. “Everything will be okay.”

But even as she said it, she began crying.

The door opened, and a nurse came in, followed by Dad and my brother, Danilo. All of them hurried to my side. The nurse began explaining what she’d do, but I barely listened. Dad stroked my hand, but his expression told me something bad had happened. And Danilo?

His face twisted with pain as if seeing me like this hurt him. His brown hair was completely disheveled as if he’d repeatedly run his fingers through it, and his white shirt was crinkled. Crinkled. The situation was dire if Danilo didn’t take care of his appearance.

I gagged when the nurse removed the tube, then coughed. My mouth had a stale taste, and my throat felt dry like I’d fallen asleep with my mouth wide open because my nose was closed up. But worse.

Mom handed me a glass of water and pushed a button so the backrest rose about halfway. I wanted to make it easier and sit up, but my body remained unresponsive. My muscles didn’t obey my command. I wanted to push into a sitting position, but the cotton feeling still lingered in almost every part of my body except for my left arm, my throat, chest, and head.

Danilo and Dad exchanged a look that really scared me.

I cleared my throat, but my words were still stuck. I took another sip of the water, then tried again. “Wha…” I coughed.

“Drink,” Mom encouraged, her hand shaking as she brought the glass to my lips again.

I shook my head. “What…hap…pe…pend.”

Something bad had happened, and nobody was telling me anything.

Danilo finally stepped up to the bed while Dad sank onto the other chair with a shaky groan. He was ashen, and his brown hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed in too long. Usually, he was the one we visited in the hospital. He was the one Mom cried over.

I frowned. Wasn’t he in the hospital? I tried to remember, but my memories were murky.

Danilo touched my shoulder. I saw his fingertips resting against my shoulder, but the touch was distant as if the hospital gown was heavily padded.

I looked back up into his worried face.

“You were in a car accident. Do you remember?”

My brows puckered. I was at school…then I went home…no. I went to my dance. My biggest role so far. The dance went great. My bodyguard had taken me home because Mom had been in the hospital with Dad for his cancer surgery… and Danilo had to leave my play early.

I blinked at Danilo, confused. Then I glanced at Dad.

Mom had gone over to the window and was looking outside.

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Advertisement Sin and Redemption Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/sin-and-redemption-read-online-cora-reilly Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:15:49 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/sin-and-redemption-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult Authors: Cora Reilly Advertisement

Total pages in book: 107
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A horrible incident entwined their lives forever.
As an enforcer for the Famiglia, Maximus Trevisan has no trouble hurting others, but his life begins to unravel when he’s forced to hurt someone he’s meant to protect.
Sara’s plans for her future were simple. Marry the man she was promised to, have several children, and build a happy family. But when her life plans are ripped from her hands, she’s left with no choice but to marry Maximus. It’s the last thing she wants, but it’s a burden she’s willing to carry in order to protect her family’s honor. Yet the darkness from their past follows them.
Can they overcome their demons, or will they let it destroy them?

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Sara was never supposed to become my wife.

Of course, I had noticed her before. It was hard not to. She was a natural beauty with light brown doe eyes and beautiful caramel hair. Only a few years separated us, but she had already been promised to someone else, whereas I hadn’t even wanted to consider marriage. She had taken care of her siblings and attended college while I’d spent my days torturing enemies as Enforcer and my nights partying in clubs and banging random girls. Our paths had rarely crossed until a single day forced our worlds to collide in the most devastating way. A day with the potential to shatter us and our future if we let it.

I glanced at my watch again. I had been waiting at the main entrance of Barnard College for ten minutes. Flavio never made me wait. After I’d closed the top buttons of my coat and readjusted my scarf, I took the steps down and headed toward the wrought-iron gates that marked the end of campus and opened up to Broadway.

I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t see his car. He always stopped right in front of the gates so I could easily spot him from the entrance. People were busy coming and going, but there was nobody I knew. Many new faces had joined the row of distantly familiar ones now that the semester had started. Apart from a friendly nod here and there, nobody acknowledged me. Making friends outside of our mafia world was difficult. There were always secrets, security concerns, and the fear of the person being an undercover police officer. I had my siblings, cousins, and my mom as friends, and I never had to hide who I was from them.

I glanced at my watch again.

Flavio, where are you?

Worry filled me.

I pulled my phone from my backpack to call Flavio when his name flashed on my screen. I smiled at the perfect timing. “You’re late,” I said without any reproach. I usually got carried away with tasks and forgot the time, so Flavio had to wait for me on more than one occasion. My brother was a saint (to me at least) so he never complained, and I definitely wouldn’t because of one mishap. “I promised Alea and Inessa I’d bake cookies with them.”

“My car broke down in the middle of nowhere after a job, Sara. I’m still waiting for someone to pick me up.”

I always felt a moment of sadness when I heard him talk about being a Made Man so casually, as if he wasn’t only seventeen and shouldn’t be in school instead. But that was the world we had been born into, and so far, it had been kinder to us than to others in our family.

“Don’t worry. Just send Dad. Or I can even take the trains.”

“You definitely won’t take public transportation. Dad’s in a meeting and too far away from campus. He told me to call Maximus. He had a job not far from where you are, so he’s on his way to pick you up and take you to Dad. Mom, Alea, and Inessa are already in the Hamptons.”

“Maximus?” I asked, surprised. Maximus Trevisan and I had only chatted a handful of times at social functions. I hardly knew him. But if Dad and Flavio trusted him, then I had absolutely no reason not to.

“He’s trustworthy. You’ll be fine.”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’m not concerned about my safety. Take care of yourself and get to the Hamptons safely. I’m fine.”

“All right. See you later.”

I hung up, and right then, a black pickup pulled up in front of me despite the honks of a taxi who had to swerve past it and the very unfriendly hand signals of the driver. The windows were tinted, so I couldn’t see who was behind the wheel. The polished chrome of the rims reflected the sun. I shielded my eyes and squinted at the pickup. The window on the passenger side slid down, and I spotted Maximus’s face inside the car. His dark hair was short, a bit longer at the top and mussed up, but not with hair products. It seemed he’d worked it in a disarray with his hands. “It’s me, Maximus Trevisan. Your father sent me,” he said in a deep baritone voice that sent a tiny shiver down my back. I cleared my throat, confused by my body’s reaction. My fingers on my leather tote bag tightened, and I stepped up to the vehicle, but before I could reach for the handle, Maximus jumped out, rounded the hood, and opened the door for me. “There you go.”

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Advertisement By Frenzy I Ruin (Sins of the Fathers #5) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/by-frenzy-i-ruin-sins-of-the-fathers-5-read-online-cora-reilly Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:34:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/by-frenzy-i-ruin-sins-of-the-fathers-5-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 161
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Aurora Scuderi spent her childhood and teenage days doing one thing-- loving Nevio. Until one fateful moment, he breaks her heart without a second thought. Leaving Aurora with her broken heart bleeding in her hands. Fleeing Las Vegas is the only way for Aurora to heal - forget Nevio and that night. But a man like Nevio can’t be shaken off that easily. The hunter in him was awakened.

Nevio Falcone is darkness. It seeps from his pores. It’s where his monster comes out to play to satisfy its cravings. Until he starts to crave something other than carnage: the one woman he shouldn’t pursue - Aurora.

What Nevio craves, he ruins. He told her to keep her distance. Now it’s too late to run away. Consequences be damned.

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Hate and love are closely related.

Both can take your breath away and immobilize you with their intensity. They represent the ultimate of human emotions. They should be complete opposites, divided by a vast chasm of other less potent emotions, but they aren’t always, and where Nevio was concerned, they definitely weren’t for me. In my case, love and hate were like toxic lovers, dancing their destructive tango inside my body.

I didn’t think they could exist beside each other. Yet they did. Love and hate played tug of war with my heartstrings, draining me with the constant backlash I felt.

I loved Nevio Falcone for almost half of my childhood and teenage life until I realized that I needed to learn to hate him if I wanted to get away unscathed.

Though that wasn’t even an option anymore.

Not physically.

Not mentally.

Nevio could hurt me far worse than he already had.

I knew I needed to stop him.

But I wasn’t sure if I could.

The worst thing? A part of me didn’t even want to try. A part of me wanted to risk heartbreak and pain just to be with him. A part of me was as addicted to our roller-coaster ride of hate and love as he was to his nightly hunts.

Maybe that was Nevio’s special power, to make you long for something that could potentially destroy you.

I was in love, but I wasn’t blind.

Nevio embodied pure destruction, and somewhere along the way, I’d become collateral damage.

Sometimes I wanted to hurt everyone, but there were certain people I always wanted to save a little more than I wanted to hurt them. Save them from me. The problem was that every day, I was a little less sure who held the reins, me or the monster. A monster who reeked of blood and sought carnage.

Maybe I was delusional when I thought there was a difference between the monster and me.

Nevio 19 years old

I’m not sure who started calling Massimo, Alessio, and me the Unholy Trinity. Maybe Savio. He had a canny talent to come up with nicknames. For as long as I could remember, my twin Greta had been Dollface, and I had been PIA (pain in the ass—naturally). And that was long before I’d made good on the name and taken the first girl anally.

I suppose the name was fitting, though any comparison to anything church-related was certainly classified blasphemy, considering what the three of us were up to at night.

Music blasted from the speakers of my all-black Dodge Ram. All black like our clothes, from our steel-toed boots to black cargo pants, leather cuffs, bandannas, balaclavas to our weapons, even up to the blades.

All black like our souls. Though I loved the flash of a silver blade and how it mirrored our victims’ panic on occasion.

The inside glowed red from the dashboard and the small LEDs in the center console and doors. Even my headlights had a red tinge.

The red because of the blood that would soon stain our skin and clothes. My pulse sped up in eagerness, thinking of the scent and soft texture.

Massimo often rolled his eyes at the excessive symbolism, as he called it, something he attributed to the institutional church as a way to mesmerize the masses. Still, he’d never worn anything but black on our raids, and it certainly wasn’t because of peer pressure. He wasn’t receptive to that shit.

I turned off the asphalt road onto a long dirt driveway. Huge signs that said “No trespassing,” “Armed response,” and “Spring-Guns” welcomed us. Hell yes.

Massimo tossed his balaclava onto the back seat. His dark brown hair, several shades lighter than mine, was pressed against his forehead. He gave it a quick toss so it fell more freely. I stifled laughter. Not vain, my ass. “Out here, we won’t need to hide our faces, I reckon,” he said.

My own balaclava was pushed up on my head, keeping my hair out of my face. Unlike Massimo, I fucking hated it if I had strands in my eyes, which was why I kept it shorter than his, though we both kept our sides and back trimmed. “It’s not a matter of need but fun. People freak out when they don’t see our faces.”

“They freak out when they see your face. It screams crazy-murdering motherfucker. That doesn’t leave anyone unaffected,” Alessio said from his spot beside me. One of his legs was propped up on my headboard. His hair was as long as Massimo’s, but because of the wave in his, it always piled atop his head in a fucking surfer-boy style. As if emo boy would ever use a surfboard—except perhaps to smash in someone’s head with it. “Who is it tonight?”

Alessio had a Robin Hood complex. While he liked the hunt and kill, he needed a reason for it to make peace with his conscience. He was always wary when it was my turn to pick our targets, though I mostly made sure that they had a track record.

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Advertisement Dangerous Innocence (Five-Leaf Clover #1) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/dangerous-innocence-five-leaf-clover-1-read-online-cora-reilly Thu, 01 Jun 2023 11:54:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dangerous-innocence-five-leaf-clover-1-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Virgin Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Five-Leaf Clover Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 134
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Aislinn Killeen is a good girl. When her sister goes missing during a trip to New York, Aislinn leaves her hometown Dublin behind to search for her. She finds shelter with her uncle, a priest in the city's biggest Irish-catholic parish and also the confessor for the Irish mob. Her investigations soon lead her to the criminal underworld and one of its major Lorcan Devaney.

Lorcan Devaney’s reign is brutal, his temper feared, and his patience non-existent.
Aislinn is sure he’s the man who knows what happened to her sister. She realizes too late that attracting the attention of a man like Lorcan is a horrible idea. When secrets from her family’s past are revealed, she’s forced to marry the man who might be responsible for her sister’s disappearance.
Will she find her sister and escape the unwanted marriage, or will she be the second Killeen to disappear?

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“It’s going to be a new beginning. I can feel it. Everything here is holding me back from reaching my potential. In New York, I can become someone new. I can find a agent who really helps me get into magazines and on runways,” Imogen crooned, her green eyes distant.

Our eye color was the only outward similarity we shared, but where my hair was red, Imogen’s was strawberry blond, though she’d been dying it a lighter shade of blond since she was sixteen, hating the slight red tinge. My hair didn’t only have a hint of strawberry—it was red, no matter the lighting.

Imogen propped her bony elbows up on the bridge railing, dreaming of a glorious future away from our hometown and our family. Away from everything that was seemingly holding her back, weighing her down. Soon, Dublin and the River Liffey would fade away and become a distant memory.

“I’ll miss you,” I said. Despite our differences, Imogen had been a constant in my life. The rushing water beneath Ha’Penny Bridge sounded like a sorrowful lament, but I loved my hometown. Even the squeal of suitcase wheels as impatient tourists dragged their luggage over cobbled streets, thinking they could discover Dublin’s whole beauty in a weekend getaway. Even the stink of vomit and piss in Temple Bar on a Sunday morning.

Maybe not that.

Imogen didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard me or couldn’t say it back. She was already gone, no longer reachable for me. She’d been dreaming of leaving for a long time, and now she finally had the money from blackmailing Finn’s father; if he didn’t pay up, she would tell his wife he had impregnated a sixteen-year-old.

“Don’t you want to wait until Finn’s third birthday? It’s only four weeks away,” I said.

Shoulders hunched, Imogen’s thin fingers clutched the rail. “I can’t. I already booked the flight. You and Mum will take care of him. He won’t even realize I’m gone. In a year or two, he’ll have forgotten I even exist.”

My heart ached hearing her words. I wanted to blame Imogen’s incapability to care for Finn on her young age—she’d given birth to him three months after her seventeenth birthday—and the fact that Finn’s start into life had been difficult because he’d been born eight weeks early, but it had never stopped me from taking care of him. And being young hadn’t stopped Mum from taking care of us either; she had given birth to Imogen two weeks after her sixteenth birthday, and I followed twelve months later.

“I can’t become big if I don’t go to New York,” Imogen said, looking guilty for a second. “I’m getting older. I still have a shot at a modeling career at twenty, but I can’t wait longer.”

She’d appeared in a few fashion ads for smaller brands and walked in a few shows at shopping centers in Dublin, but apart from that, selfies on her Instagram page were as close as she got to being a model.

“I know.”

“You believe in me, right? That I can become a famous model?”

“I do,” I said. It was a half-truth. I believed in Imogen. She was beautiful, tall and thin, with high cheekbones. I believed in her potential to work as a model, even admired her drive, but I worried that she’d quickly become jaded if things didn’t come easily or not quite as she’d hoped, or that she’d follow dangerous voices who promised quick fame in exchange for something.

“Just be careful,” I whispered.

Imogen’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You sound like Mum. The both of you prefer to avoid all risks and live in your comfortable bubble, in the same place, with the same job, the same boring boyfriend, but I want more. I have dreams.”

I ignored Imogen’s jab at Patrick. I had dreams too. But beside Finn and household and work and Patrick, I rarely dared to give thought to them, and I’d stopped sharing them with anyone else.

“Just be careful,” I repeated.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want, Aislinn.”

My worry became a torrent.

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“The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” Beep. “No connection under this number.” Beep.

I finally lowered the phone and cradled it in my lap. I’d tried to call Imogen for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two months. Nothing. Always nothing.

The first couple of weeks, I hadn’t worried too much. Imogen was unpredictable and sometimes forgot everything but herself, but she’d always call or text after a while. I was angry when she didn’t even call to wish Finn a happy birthday; Mum and I managed to distract him with an abundance of chocolate cake, presents, and a visit to the zoo. Two months without any word was too much even for my sister. Something was up, and my gut told me it wasn’t good.

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Advertisement By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/by-fate-i-conquer-sins-of-the-fathers-4-read-online-cora-reilly Sat, 03 Dec 2022 10:16:36 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/by-fate-i-conquer-sins-of-the-fathers-4-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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From USA Today bestselling author Cora Reilly comes a new STANDALONE forbidden mafia romance! What if you find your soulmate at the wrong time?

Amo
Do you believe in love at first sight? In a love so strong and bright, it ignites you even in your darkest hours? Do you believe that somewhere in this world there’s someone who’s destined to be your other half? Your soulmate?
I didn’t.
Until I met her.
Greta Falcone.
Protected mafia princess from the madmen of Las Vegas, she’s forbidden to me.

Greta
My love for my family and my animals was all I needed. I never thought I’d fall in love. Until I met him.
Amo Vitiello. Future Capo of the Famiglia. Cruel and cold. The smiles that he has only for me quiet the chaos in my head.
What if you find your soulmate at the wrong time?
I knew the cruelest men, and yet nothing could ever be crueler than fate itself.

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Twelve years old

I was only a young girl, dressed in my favorite tutu, when I came to the realization that the men in my family were like the monsters in the scary movies that Nevio loved to watch.

And a piece of my heart broke.

Screams and laughter rang out, filling our backyard, and the lingering smell of charcoal tickled my nose.

Mom caught my eye where she lounged on a sunchair next to our huge pool landscape where my twin Nevio, and cousins Alessio and Massimo had a water battle with Fabiano’s son Davide and my uncle Savio. The women of the family lounged on the sunchairs around them, having drinks. Only Aurora who was three years younger than me stood at the edge of the pool watching the fight as if she might want to join in. I sat on our patio, needing space, but even here the sounds became too much. It had been a long day filled with presents, cake, singing and hugs as Nevio and I celebrated our twelfth birthday.

If it was just my birthday, I wouldn’t have celebrated at all, but it was also Nevio’s day and so I braved the excitement.

I sent Mom an apologetic smile and rose from the chair. She nodded, a few blond strands falling out of her messy bun. She knew I had to leave and find peace in my room for the rest of the evening. I glanced around, looking for Dad to say good night as I always did. I found him, Nino and Fabiano in the common area of our mansion. It was a place that was busy most days. With three families living under this roof, everyone always used this area to gather—to celebrate and to argue alike. And Fabiano, who was like a brother to my dad and uncles, though he wasn’t blood, was over often too.

They were talking in quiet voices. I could tell something was up. A nervous energy was in the air, one that made my skin prickle in a way that made me long for a dark corner to hide. Dad fell silent when he spotted me. For a moment his dark eyes—the same dark brown as mine—held a gleam I couldn’t read before they became tender. I went over to him and briefly hugged his middle. “I’m off to bed.”

“Do that.” He kissed the top of my head before I pulled away and gave Nino and Fabiano a smile that felt a little tight from overuse today, then I headed into my family’s wing and into my room.

Until a couple of years ago, Nevio and I had shared a room but when I got overwhelmed by events, I often sought absolute quiet and Nevio wasn’t the quiet type. His room was a zone of war while mine was organized and spotlessly clean. Yet, our rooms were joined by a door so we could easily visit the other.

I got ready for bed despite it being only eight, but I felt tired and preferred to read in bed.

It was nearing eleven when I realized my mind and body wouldn’t find peace any time soon. I was still too overwhelmed by the day. Outside it had gotten quieter.

I got out of bed and put on my favorite white leotard, tights, tutu and ballet shoes before I headed downstairs. Through the French doors I could see that Mom, Nino’s wife Kiara, Savio’s wife Gemma and Fabiano’s wife Leona were still talking and drinking wine. Farther down, I could also make out movement, probably the other kids.

I decided against my ballet room in the small garden house. I didn’t like to dance there when so many people were in the garden.

Instead, I headed for the basement. Dad didn’t want me to be down there. But since Nevio had figured out the code for the steel door, I often went there when I couldn’t find solitude anywhere else.

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Advertisement By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/by-virtue-i-fall-sins-of-the-fathers-3-read-online-cora-reilly Wed, 06 Jul 2022 12:29:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/by-virtue-i-fall-sins-of-the-fathers-3-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Love is an inconvenience Anna Cavallaro doesn’t have time for. She only has one goal: to become a fashion designer. Chicago’s elite already copies her style religiously, not least because she’s the daughter of the city’s notorious mafia boss. When she’s accepted at a world-famous fashion institute in Paris, her father’s condition is to take her bodyguard along. Anna definitely wouldn’t mind a few weeks of no-strings-attached fun with her brooding protector. Santino Bianchi became the Outfit’s enforcer because he liked the thrill of the hunt and kill. Babysitting his capo’s daughter is an honorable assignment he can’t refuse. His thoughts about Anna? Not so honorable. Santino’s ignored Anna’s persistent flirting for years. Now, far away from home boundaries begin to blur. But Santino doesn’t have any intention to be the reason for a failed engagement and the ensuing scandal. A summer fling in Paris. Only two things stand in Anna’s way. Santino’s iron will. And…her fiancé.
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Love is an inconvenience Anna Cavallaro doesn’t have time for.

She only has one goal: to become a fashion designer. Chicago’s elite already copies her style religiously, not least because she’s the daughter of the city’s notorious mafia boss.

When she’s accepted at a world-famous fashion institute in Paris, her father’s condition is to take her bodyguard along.

Anna definitely wouldn’t mind a few weeks of no-strings-attached fun with her brooding protector.

Santino Bianchi became the Outfit’s enforcer because he liked the thrill of the hunt and kill.

Babysitting his capo’s daughter is an honorable assignment he can’t refuse. His thoughts about Anna? Not so honorable.

Santino’s ignored Anna’s persistent flirting for years. Now, far away from home boundaries begin to blur. But Santino doesn’t have any intention to be the reason for a failed engagement and the ensuing scandal.

A summer fling in Paris.

Only two things stand in Anna’s way.

Santino’s iron will.

And… her fiancé.

I was a loyal soldier.

Being Enforcer for the Chicago Outfit had been a matter of pride. That I enjoyed breaking bones and my task allowed me to do so had been an additional bonus. I was good at it. I enjoyed it.

What I didn’t enjoy was listening to the inane chatter of a teenage girl.

Unfortunately, my brutal talents had led to my Capo asking me to become his daughter’s personal guard.

Playing bodyguard slash babysitter to his oldest spawn had never been my idea of serving the cause.

“You can’t say no,” my father had argued, his eyes wide with alarm when I’d told him I was considering to do so.

“I’m not like you, Dad. I don’t have the patience to hover beside a spoiled mafia woman and listen to her endless bitching with her friends. I’m a soldier, not a nanny.”

“You can’t say no to your Capo. It’s an honor.”

I shook my head. “I want to work with my hands. I want to break bones. I want to destroy our enemies.”

“You should reconsider your decision,” Dad said imploringly. “If your Capo asks you to become his daughter’s bodyguard, there’s only one viable answer, Santino, and that’s yes.”

I had absolutely no intention of reconsidering my decision or say yes, no matter what Dad said. Arturo and I were a good team. We had been working together as Enforcers for years and yet it never got boring. Why would I give that up for a job I would undoubtedly despise?

No matter what Dante said, I would stand my ground and remain Enforcer.

“Why don’t you come over to our house to tell me your decision?” Dante had said during our brief call. “Five o’clock.”

He hung up before I could tell him my answer over the phone. Sighing, I resigned myself to a fucking awkward meeting with my Capo. Dante had a way with words plus a subtle cunning that made people do what he wanted.

I rang the bell, glancing back at my black 1969 Camaro, hoping I would be back inside it, racing down the streets of Chicago soon. These kinds of social engagements were the bane of my fucking existence and I usually avoided them.

It wasn’t Dante who opened the door, nor a maid. In front of me, smiling in a sophisticated, polite way, stood Valentina Cavallaro. She was tall, with long brown hair and green eyes that trapped you like a cat did a mouse. That she could make me feel like one of these small fluff balls of vermin made me even more wary to work in their household.

I gave her a nod and polite smile in return. “Your husband asked me to come over.”

“Oh, I know,” she said. “I thought it would be a great idea to have you meet our daughter right away. Why wait?”

I cleared my throat, about to say what I’d come here to say, when Dante appeared behind Valentina and put a hand on her shoulder. “Santino,” he said with a curt nod.

“I’m glad that Anna will have such a capable bodyguard at her side,” Valentina said, not missing a beat, giving me the smile of a woman who had a subtle way to get her will, and seeing it I knew exactly why.

“The thing is,” I began as Valentina ushered me in. Both Dante and Valentina looked at me.

“Yes?” Valentina asked.

My father’s words flew around my brain like an annoying fly you couldn’t swat away. Standing in the Cavallaro’s mansion and seeing their expectant faces, I realized there was no way I could refuse their offer. At least not yet. Maybe I could work as bodyguard for one or two years and then ask Dante to put me back to the task of torturing people for information.

“Kids usually can’t stand me,” I said, which wasn’t really the truth. Kids were drawn to me like flies to shit but I didn’t have the necessary patience to stand their presence.

Valentina laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. Anna gets along with everyone. She’s a very social and empathetic girl.”

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The floor of the helicopter vibrated against my ballerina flats. I could feel the constant buzz humming through my body, and my rapid heartbeat seemed determined to keep up with it.

In the distance, the mountains of Glacier National Park rose against the darkening sky. Their peaks were framed by crimson as the day bled away. Was Major already awaiting us? We’d be in for an ass-kicking after what we’d done. Maybe the sky wouldn’t be the only thing bleeding tonight.

Alec squeezed my hand and his gray eyes briefly darted toward me, as if he could feel the worry rolling off me. This had been a difficult day for both of us. Nobody understood me like he did. I looked over at him. His dark brows were drawn together on his tanned face. My eyes glide lower to where the snarling head of a dragon peeked out. He’d loosened the top buttons of his black shirt and it had slipped, revealing his right collarbone and strong shoulder with the top of his tattoo. He was focused on the controls of the helicopter but he was smiling encouragingly. I wanted to lean against him and breathe in his scent—cinnamon and something spicier—to convince myself that this moment was real.

Only two hours ago, Alec had admitted that he wanted to be with me. But now that the news had time to sink in, I couldn’t help but wonder: how would Kate react when we got back to headquarters? When she saw us together? Alec had emphasized that their relationship hadn’t been about love, but I was sure she wouldn’t give him up without a fight.

His black hair was all over the place from running his hands through it earlier. I loved that it was a little longer than how he usually wore it—or rather, how Kate had wanted him to wear it. It made him look more rugged.

Finally, Alec broke the silence. “You’re so quiet. What are you thinking?”

Heat slithered up my neck. It was almost like he’d read my mind. “Just about the mission.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The events of the last few weeks still weighed heavy on me. I’d completed my first mission as an FEA agent, and it hadn’t been easy. Ultimately, I’d performed successfully, but I could just as well have died.

My palm rested over my ribcage where a serial killer had cut an ‘A’ into my skin—the mark he left on all of his victims. It was a wound I’d sustained while pretending to be someone else, but it didn’t disappear once I changed back to my own body. I’d keep the ‘A’ forever: a constant reminder of a mission that had come dangerously close to breaking me. Despite my layers of clothes, I imagined I could feel the rough edges of the scar. My chest vibrated against my palm; I wasn’t sure if it was from the helicopter movements, or because I’d started trembling. I dropped my hand before Alec could notice it.

I had no doubt that upon our return, Major would be furious with Alec and me. As the head of the FEA, Forces with Extraordinary Abilities, he was our boss and the person responsible for overseeing all of our actions. We’d gone against his orders by returning to the place of my mission, to attend the funeral of the girl I’d impersonated. But it was something I had to do for closure. I was grateful that at least Alec understood that.

He dipped the controls forward and we began to descend, the skids of the helicopter almost brushing the tree tops. The huge gray FEA building came into view surrounded by small cottages, forest, the glass dome of the swimming pool and our training grounds.

This, I reminded myself, was my home.

Alec steered the helicopter toward the landing strip at the back of the property, which was illuminated by red fog lights. And as I let my gaze stray farther north, I could indeed see a wall of white mist creeping toward us. I shivered violently. Alec’s eyes swiveled to me, away from the landing strip.

I forced my body to relax, remembering that returning to headquarters meant good things too, like getting to see my best friend, Holly, again. Whenever we were separated, it felt like a small part of me was missing.

After a moment, Alec turned his attention back to our landing. There was no hiding now: the hissing of the propeller blades would alert Major and everyone else to our arrival. This was the moment of truth.

The skids touched the ground and, with a jerk, we halted. I could still feel the vibration in my body. In combination with my trembling, it created a strange rippling in my body, not unlike the feeling I got during a shape-shifting transformation.

The blades slowed, their hissing dying down.

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Advertisement Deceitful (Rules of Deception #1) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/deceitful-rules-of-deception-1-read-online-cora-reilly Thu, 03 Mar 2022 16:17:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/deceitful-rules-of-deception-1-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Rules of Deception Series by Cora Reilly
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The straightjacket corseted my body so tightly my arms tingled and my fingers turned numb. I sank beneath the water’s surface, the weights on the jacket dragging me down. I gasped, and a spurt of liquid spilled into my mouth. Chlorine burned my eyes as I watched the distance between me and the surface growing. Blurry shapes moved above, becoming smaller, blurrier. They were watching me. Waiting. Watching. Waiting.

Panic clutched at my chest when my feet hit the ground. Ten feet separated me from desperately needed oxygen. If I didn’t move quickly, I was going to drown. Bubbles burst from my mouth, dancing before my eyes almost mockingly. I tore at the fabric, pressing my arms against my sides, thrashing and kicking, letting my instinct take over.

It’s just a test, I reminded myself. Summers would never have let me do this if it was too dangerous. She’d been a Variation trainer for years—she knew what we were capable of. She might risk me losing consciousness, but she wouldn’t let me die.

And Alec wouldn’t let anything happen to me.

I stopped struggling and settled at the bottom of the pool, resting my knees on the blue concrete floor. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to ignore the steady pressure building in my chest. I needed air. I’d already wasted too much time panicking.

Focus.

I coaxed the memory of a little girl I’d bumped in the mall. I pictured her delicate features, her narrow shoulders, her slender limbs. I imagined looking through her eyes, inhabiting her body. Immediately, the familiar ripping sensation started in my toes and crept up my calves. Once it reached my chest, the pressure of the jacket loosened. It was several sizes too big now. I wiggled out of my restraints, opened my eyes, and pushed off the ground. With a gasp, I burst through the water’s surface, gulping down air. I felt my limbs lengthening, my body returning to its own form. As soon as my vision was clear, I noticed Alec perched on the edge of the pool, ready to jump in. His dark brows were still knitted, his gray eyes full of worry. He always looked pissed-off when he worried, and it was a look that really, really suited him. It made his sharp cheekbones and strong chin stand out even more, and revealed hints of the temper he usually controlled so well.

Summers, Tanner, and Holly had gathered around to watch. Tanner winked at me and gestured at the pile of towels in the corner; one of them lifted off and floated toward his outstretched hand.

“Show-off,” I mouthed with a smile and swam toward the ladder.

I took Alec’s outstretched hand and let him pull me out of the pool. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders and I snuggled into the fluffy material, wishing it were Alec’s chest instead, but his bicep touched my skin for less than a second. Still the brief contact sent a tingle through me as it always did. I sank down on the bench, my back against the wall. My teeth chattered as I released a shaky breath. I could feel the panic slowly ebbing away, but my heart kept up its erratic rhythm.

Holly wrapped an arm around me. “Shit. I can’t believe how long it took you to resurface. Are you okay?”

I shrugged and leaned my head against her shoulder. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“Morphing into a little girl—that’s quite a party trick, Tessa. But there’s nothing like a near-death experience to get your blood pumping, right?” Tanner said with a grin. His teeth flashed white in his dark face. His red mohawk defied gravity the way it always did—one of the perks of having a telekinetic Variation.

“It’s not funny. Tessa could’ve gotten hurt,” Alec growled. He pressed his balled fists against the wall; the muscles in his back quivered as if he was trying to stop himself from driving his hands through the wall—which he could have easily done with his own Variation. He was stronger and faster than normal human beings—and other Variants, for that matter.

“Everyone needs to learn how to use their Variations in extreme situations. We can’t coddle students and then expect them to survive a mission. Tessa isn’t a child anymore,” Summers said, running an impatient hand over her messy ponytail. Summers had been an agent for the FEA—Forces with Extraordinary Abilities—since before we were born and had complete authority during our Variation training. But that didn’t stop Alec from challenging her on a regular basis. He could be impossibly stubborn. And the news that I was no longer the kid he picked up at home several years ago hadn’t registered to him yet.

“Don’t turn this into a bigger deal than it is, Alec,” she warned, pivoting on one heel and exiting the pool area.

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Advertisement By Sin I Rise – Part Two (Sins of the Fathers #2) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.books2020.com/by-sin-i-rise-part-two-sins-of-the-fathers-2-read-online-cora-reilly Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:42:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/by-sin-i-rise-part-two-sins-of-the-fathers-2-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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A sense of uninhibited freedom took hold of me as I drove away from my prison of the last few days. I hadn’t really believed that Vitiello would allow me to leave—even if Marcella had asked him to grant me mercy—considering he wasn’t in the business of granting mercy. My heart clenched thinking of her. The last few days with only glimpses of her had been torture. I missed this woman, more than I’d ever admit to anyone, even her. My feelings for her, the decisions I’d made for her, they had taken me by surprise and still shocked me.

Now I had things to settle before I could head back to her. Otherwise, my mind would always be adrift, and I wanted my sole focus on her when I was with her. I wanted us to work out. I’d given up too much for it not to work out.

I headed for the first hiding place in a park near our old clubhouse in New Jersey, ignoring the bouts of dizziness. As expected, the teak box buried in the soil beneath a bush was empty. Whoever had survived the attack had been heading there first too. I hoped it had been Gray. He needed the money. He’d yet to become as resourceful—or rather ruthless—as the rest of us and thus would have a harder time getting money by other means.

Mounting the bike again, I checked two more spots within the city bounds before I headed for a junkyard about thirty minutes outside of the city. It had been Cody’s, which was why I had avoided the place. He’d used it to launder our drug money.

I didn’t have keys for the gates, so I had no choice but to park the bike in front of them and climb over the fence topped with barbed wire. The second my feet hit the ground on the other side, enraged barks sounded, and soon after, two Rottweilers darted out behind the small house that served as a maintenance building.

I didn’t know these dogs, and worse, they didn’t know me. They were most likely from one of Earl’s litters.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I didn’t have any weapons on me. From the look of it, the way their ribs protruded, the dogs hadn’t been fed in a while. Cody probably hadn’t taken good care of them even before he’d been captured. He always said hungry dogs were the best guards.

The two massive Rottweilers charging at me seemed to see me as their next meal. I stormed toward the first heap of crushed cars and climbed up until I reached the top. The dogs leaped at the pile but couldn’t climb it. Looking around, I figured out a way to reach the building, climbing from one pile to the next. The dogs followed me, snapping and growling. Their fur was matted and dirty, and one of them had a cut in its side that seemed to be infected. I got rid of my shirt, tore it in two and tossed it in the other direction. The dogs chased after it. This would give me a few seconds. I climbed on the roof of the building then grabbed on to the edge and lowered myself until my feet were level with the window. My biceps screamed in protest.

After days of malnutrition, my body was in no state for top sporting achievements. Gritting my teeth, I kicked back from the wall, trying to gain momentum to smash in the window. The glass splintered as my feet crashed into it. The snarl of a dog forced me to release my hold on the edge and I swung through the window. Shards caught on my naked arms and back. Hissing in pain, I landed on the floor, on even more shards.

I blinked up at the window for a moment. But the heads of the jumping dogs trying to get in as well quickly tore me from my exhaustion. I jumped to my feet, swaying briefly before I looked around for something to defend myself with.

Inside one of the drawers of the desk, I found a gun with three bullets. But then my eyes landed on a huge package with dog food. I stumbled toward it and dragged it to the door. The first dog jumped through the window and landed on the floor with bloody paws. I kicked over the dog food so it spread all over the ground away from the glass shards. The dog perked up and, not paying me another glance, began scarfing down food. Poor beast.

I carefully opened the door and the other Rottweiler charged in. Like his companion, it ignored me in favor of food. I caught my breath for a couple of moments, half tempted to eat a couple of dog treats as well. My body was screaming for food. But I had come for money. I began searching the other drawers until I found rusty car keys that Cody had mentioned on occasion. Secrecy had never been his strong suit.

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