Broken Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family #3) Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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Not as distraught as the Volocoves’ are going to be after I’m done with them.

“Where is she?” I growl at the two guards who open the front door.

“Mr. Volocove and his guests are waiting for you in the dining room. I’ll take you there,” one of the goons tells me. He leads the way, and I follow impatiently.

He opens a large double door, and the spacious dining room comes into view. The moment my eyes fall onto the head of bright red hair, I shove the guard out of my way and storm into the room.

“You fucking bastard,” I growl, heading straight for Petro, who is sitting at the head of the table. Immediately, more guards appear at my side, and two men from the table stand up with their guns drawn.

“Please, gentlemen. Let’s have dinner without killing each other.” Petro snickers, and the need to fire a bullet into his skull surges up once more.

“Yes, let’s be civil, shall we,” the man next to Petro says, and I recognize him as Bruno, Petro’s brother. The third man at the table is Igor Volocove, Petro’s nephew and Lev’s brother.

Julian recently killed Lev Volocove, which I’m guessing is the whole reason I am here now.

“Lucca, have a seat.” Petro waves at the chair next to Claire.

Igor and Bruno sit back down and stash away their guns. Only then do I allow myself to look at Claire. She is staring at the plate in front of her, her shoulders slouched like she is trying to make herself even smaller.

She doesn’t raise her bowed head, letting a curtain of hair shield her face from me. As I step closer, I notice how her entire body is shaking. I grind my molars together and take the seat next to hers.

“Claire, look at me,” I whisper. Reaching over to touch her arm, I wrap my fingers around her slender wrist.

She turns her head, and emerald eyes filled with fear stare back at me. Her lip quivers, and her cheeks are tear-stained, but other than that, she looks okay. There isn’t a scratch on her that I can see, and they better be fucking glad there isn’t.

“I told you on the phone, no one hurts her as long as you do what we want,” Petro tells me, as if his words mean anything.

I take Claire’s hand in mine and keep holding it between us. Using my thumb, I rub small circles over her skin, hoping to calm her, at least a bit.

“She is coming home with me.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible. I need her to remain here, to make sure you will continue to cooperate.”

“I already said I would. I’m not leaving here without her.”

“She might mean something to you, but you are also loyal to Moretti. Plus, I have to assume you value your life, so I can’t risk you not going through with the plan. She is to remain here until Julian is dead, then she is free to go with you.”

I want to rip his throat out, drive a knife into his chest and pull out his guts all at once. Unfortunately, I’m wildly outnumbered. There are at least twenty men and only one of me. This is a battle I won’t win.

There has only been one time in my life I have felt this helpless.

I stare at my hands, clasped together in my lap. Blood. So much blood. I can still hear her agonized screams, still feel the rage pulsing through my veins, the need to lash out so strong it controlled every thought and action. All I could think was to remove the problem, to hurt the person hurting her. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He deserved it. And even if she hates me for killing her father, I did what was right.

Looking up, I peer around the waiting room, wishing I was back in the operating room with the doctors, making sure they take care of Claire. Instead of sitting in this chair, waiting for a doctor to come to me.

My leg bounces up and down nervously until I shove out of the chair and march over to the front desk. I had to tell them Claire was my sister when I brought her in, or they wouldn’t have given me any information on her.

“Can you tell me if there are any updates on my sister?” I grit the words out as slowly as I can. I don’t want to cause a ruckus, but I need some answers before I explode.

“Claire, right?” she asks like she doesn’t already know.

“Yes.”

She makes a couple clicks on her computer and then looks back up at me. “There isn’t anything on my side to share. When the doctor is ready, he will come out and see you.”

I slam a fist against the counter, causing the woman to jump in her seat. “I want answers now. Is she okay?” I force myself to calm because if I don’t, I may rip this entire hospital apart piece by piece.


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