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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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From the first night I bedded her I knew I was playing with fire. Now I must face the consequence.
I betrayed my best friend. A man who was more a brother to me than my own blood. And now I fear I have lost her too.
She claims men hold all the power in our world, but she has brought me to my knees. I love her. I know that now. Too little too late.
Breaking a heart is easy. Mending one is more complicated. But a predator lies in wait of her. And I’ll do anything I must to keep her safe.
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1

JUDGE

I hold Mercedes’s shoe in my hand and free the fabric of her dress from the post. There was no one in the woods. I knew there wouldn’t be. I look around the deck for traces of blood and am relieved when I don’t find any. Taking my phone out, I scroll to Santiago’s number and step back inside.

“Get some men out here,” I tell Raul as Santiago’s phone rings. I look around at the destruction indoors, walking through the living and dining rooms to the hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom. The phone goes to voicemail, so I disconnect. I’ll try again in a few minutes. He’s probably sleeping.

In the closet, the stack of shoeboxes is undisturbed. She never even got to where she’d stashed the money. The bed has been made since the last time I was here but otherwise, the bedroom is untouched. In the bathroom, there’s an overturned makeup bag. A tube of mascara that’s rolled under the pedestal sink. Her various perfume bottles are intact, though. All lined up neatly along the counter.

I study that, finding it odd. The mirror isn’t smashed. I expect it to be. I recall the television downstairs hadn’t been touched either.

Back in the bedroom, the laundry basket of men’s clothes I’d seen when I’d first come here is gone. Georgie probably came by to pick it up at some point.

On my way downstairs, I notice how one of the framed photos along the wall is crooked, but the rest are straight. I adjust it and look at the picture. It’s the three of them, Georgie, Solana, and Mercedes, in one of their aerial yoga classes.

Once downstairs. I walk into the kitchen. I hear Raul talking on the phone calling men in. A beautiful vase of multicolored tulips stands on her kitchen table. The bright morning sun settles on them. There must be two dozen flowers, and they’re fresh.

I turn and face the rooms, noticing how the couch cushions have been upended, and the coffee table is on its side, but the large sculpture of a ballerina lacing up her slipper is still standing in its place, untouched. It’s a pretty piece. There’s a stack of hardback books beside her. I can tell they’ve been artfully placed.

“Sir,” Raul says.

Puzzled, I turn to him.

“They’re on their way,” he says.

“Thank you.” My phone rings, and I look down to see it’s Santiago and answer.

“Judge, you called?”

“Oh, yes,” I take in those books again, the ballerina, the pretty flowers in their vase. “Apologies, Santiago. It was accidental. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“You’re sure? It’s not like you to accidentally call me.”

“I’m sure. I’m still a little out of sorts I guess.”

“Alright. Good night.” Santiago keeps strange hours. Ever since the explosion that disfigured him, he has lived in the dark. Until Ivy, at least. Mercedes adjusted her schedule, staying up until all hours and sleeping the mornings away until I broke her of the habit.

“Good night, Santiago.”

After disconnecting the call, I walk toward the counter dividing the kitchen from the living room and dip my fingers into the small potted basil plant. The soil is moist. Georgie and Solana have been taking turns watering the plants. The man I have checking the house once a day has seen them come and go. I haven’t stationed anyone to remain on site. I didn’t think it was necessary.

But I did install a camera.

And as I reach up to pick up the innocuous little eye from the highest shelf, I see the little red light still blinking. Still recording.

“Raul, can you stay here until the men come? I need to go to my office.”

He clearly finds that strange but nods.

I switch the camera off, drop it into my pocket and walk out the door, my panic upon arrival changing, morphing into something else. Anger. Betrayal.

The fresh lashes burn with the heat of it, and when I climb into the driver’s side of the car, my breath hisses at the contact of the seat and my raw back. I start the engine and drive to my office, dialing a number as I do.

“Councilor Hildebrand’s office,” his secretary says.

“This is Judge Montgomery. Is the Councilor in?”

“Yes, sir. Just a moment.”

Within a few moments, I hear a click and then Hildebrand comes on the line. “Judge. How are you?”

I don’t hear concern. More curiosity. I wonder if he watched the recording they always make to keep a record. Wonder if he enjoyed what he saw. I neither like nor trust Hildebrand. But I understand him. Men like him. And I know how to maneuver around them.

“I’ve been better,” I say.

“Yes, I suppose you have. You should have let her take her medicine. She earned it, and you know it.”

“Let’s put it behind us.”

“It wasn’t appropriate, Judge. You, a Sovereign Son.”


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Her Rebellion (The Rite Trilogy #2) Read Online Natasha Knight, A. Zavarelli http://www.books2020.com/her-rebellion-the-rite-trilogy-2-read-online-natasha-knight-a-zavarelli Tue, 07 Jun 2022 11:09:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/her-rebellion-the-rite-trilogy-2-read-online-natasha-knight-a-zavarelli Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: The Rite Trilogy Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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I am a Sovereign Son. A king within The Society. With a look I send men to their knees.
Yet she stands tall against me, taunting me with her rebellion. But we all have rules we must live by.
Even me. And I have broken the most sacred.
I took her to my bed. I claimed that which did not belong to me.
And now that the beast within has had a taste, it wants more.
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Judge

I check my watch when the knock comes on my study door. Miriam is prompt, as I expect. “Enter.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asks, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I did. Come in and close the door.”

“It’s late, sir. I was—”

“This won’t take long.”

She nods, closes the door, and comes to stand before the desk. I’ve set one chair there. A low wooden one. Uncomfortable. Small.

“Sit, Miriam.”

She sits, arranges her usual black dress over her knees, and finally meets my gaze.

I set the paperweight on the center of the desk and watch her stunned reaction. The only sound is a tiny intake of breath as color leaches from her face.

“She didn’t lie, did she?” I ask, somehow calm even though what I want to do is the opposite of that. It’s violence. Pure and simple.

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.” She folds her legs one way, then the other. Then she stands. “I’m tired. My shift is over. Perhaps we can—”

“Fucking. Sit.”

She lowers herself, her knees trembling.

“You’ve been feeding my mother information.”

“Your mother? No, sir. I work for you.”

“Ah, but you and she, well, with your brother being Theron’s father, I imagine you’re all very close.” That’s what I discovered after a little bit of digging. It didn’t even take that much. She used her ex-husband’s name on her initial application years ago. Somehow it slipped past my grandfather although maybe he didn’t care who my mother took for a housekeeper. She lived in the cottage by then. It’s not like he ever had to see either of them.

“It’s not like that,” she croaks out.

“You kicked her when she was down. Literally and figuratively.”

She swallows hard.

“You could have killed her.”

“Sir…”

“And I believed you. The black eyes were convincing. How did you do it?”

Nothing.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is what I did,” I say more to myself than her.

“I’ll gather my things.” She starts to rise again.

“Did you hear me dismiss you?”

She drops back into her seat.

“And no, you won’t gather your things. Because if you do, you’ll be going directly to a prison cell.”

“Sir, it wasn’t my intention. I never would have hurt her.”

“Oh, I think you would have, but let’s go ahead and discuss that, shall we? Whose plan was it?”

She hesitates. “No, I really... I mean… She was so cruel to me. So belittling. You bringing her here like that brought her down a notch.”

“And you wanted to bring her down a few more.”

“She’s spoiled. You said it yourself.”

“How do you know what I said?”

She looks around the room.

“Walls seem to be remarkably thin in this house.”

She nods like an idiot.

“Did you tell her I gave her my permission to ride with Theron that afternoon?”

She clears her throat.

“Why?” I ask.

She shakes her head, eyes wet although I’m pretty sure any tears she sheds are to save her own skin and not for any remorse she may feel.

“Answer me.”

“We thought maybe Theron…”

“You thought to put Mercedes in his path. You and my mother.”

She lowers her gaze to the floor.

“What else does my mother know?”

She stares at me with her stupid eyes. She’s not the brains behind this operation.

“How you answer me will decide what I do with you, and prison is a very real possibility.”

“I… The courtesan.”

Fuck.

I keep my face neutral and impassive as if it means nothing at all. Because it means everything. Because if my mother knows what Mercedes did, she can cause real trouble for her. And she will if it will serve her.

I need to think. To get ahead of this. I have fucked this up so royally.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Miriam.” She looks up at me and wipes her eyes and her nose. Snivels like a pig. “You are going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

She’s surprised at this. Nods enthusiastically. “Of course, sir. Of course! Thank you!”

“Don’t be so eager. If my mother or Theron get wind of this, if they find out that I know, I will haul you to a jail cell so fast you won’t know what hit you. Am I clear?”

“But… sir…”

I pick up the paperweight and toss it from one hand to the other as her face turns a shade of gray I didn’t know was possible for a living, breathing human being.

“And according to your file,” I say, opening the single folder on my desk. “It won’t be your first time. You were in prison before. Petty crimes but enough of them. I don’t imagine you liked it much. Inmates are brutal, aren’t they?” I give that a long minute to sink in. “None of the comings and goings of this house will be discussed with my mother or brother. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

I get to my feet, walk around the desk, and loom over her. “And if Mercedes so much as feels you’ve looked at her the wrong way, there will be hell to pay. Am I very fucking clear on that point, Miriam?”


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