With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: To Have And To Hold Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“He loved my mother. I’m sure it was hard for him to see—”

“Don’t. Just don’t,” she turns like she’s going to walk away but I grab her arm.

“Scarlett—”

“I have to use the lady’s room,” she says.

“How exactly did he lose his shit?” I get the feeling I’m not going to like this part.

“Let me go.”

I look down at my hand around her arm. Bruises have already formed there. Did I put them there? Fuck. I loosen my grip, then release her altogether.

She rubs her arm. “You want to hear what an asshole your uncle is? Fine. He made me strip off the dress. Right there in the hallway. In front of him and one of his soldiers and—”

“He did what?” My brain rattles in my skull and I swear the fucking room goes sideways.

My phone begins its vibration again. Jesus fucking Christ.

I take my eyes off her for a second to quiet it and she slips away, swift to weave through the crowd and disappear around the corner.

I get as far as two steps after her only to be met by my uncle. “Lose her already?” he asks, half-joking.

“What did you do to her?”

“What did she say I did?” he asks, eyebrows to high heaven.

“The dress.”

“Ah.” He nods, drinks a big swallow of his whiskey. “I admit that was not my best moment.”

This throws me. I don’t know what I expected. “You admit it?”’

“I made her strip it off. I shouldn’t have done that but seeing her in it, it did something to me. Why would you give her one of your mother’s dresses, Cristiano? For fuck’s sake, why hers?”

Because I wanted to see if I could remember. But I don’t tell him that. “You’ll apologize to her.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Look here—”

“She’s a human being.”

“She’s cartel trash. The same blood as those who executed your family.” His expression turns ugly. “Who assaulted your mother.”

I wipe spittle off my face and take a deep breath in. “How did you know that?”

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“That detail about mom. How did you know?” It’s like fire is coursing through my veins. I want to smash something. Someone.

Lying on that floor watching it, watching what that bastard did to her, impotent to help the one time she needed me to help her. Fuck, it fucking kills me, that detail. That one fucking detail.

I rub the back of my neck, agitated. I can’t think about that. Not now. Not here.

My phone goes off again, but I ignore it.

“I had it taken out of the official report, you know that. I told you that. I didn’t want her humiliated in death like she was in life,” my uncle says. “Now as far as Scarlett, remember what she is. A means to an end. Family first. We’re not like them, not like the cartels who can execute their own. Don’t let her turn your head. Make you forget even that. She’ll exploit your weaknesses if you let her. You need to fuck her and get her out of your system so you can get your focus back. Get your head out of your ass, Cristiano.”

“I haven’t lost my focus.”

“No?”

“Where’s Dante?” I ask, realizing my brother isn’t here.

“Something came up in the Milan office. I thought you wouldn’t mind if I asked him to take care of it.” My uncle has offices all over Italy and I know my brother’s been working with him in the years I was incapacitated. He’s grooming Dante to take over his businesses although I’m not sure what Dante wants.

“No, I don’t mind,” I say because he is safer away from me, away from any ties to the mafia family he came from.

We’re interrupted then by someone who knows my uncle. I’m amazed at how quickly my uncle dons the mask of ease, a smile that looks so fucking real that it makes me wonder if I imagined what just happened. How he looked. What he said.

When my phone vibrates in my pocket for the hundredth time, I excuse myself and head in the direction of Scarlett as I answer.

“What is it?” I ask Antonio.

“I’ve been trying to get hold of you. We’ve got a problem.”

20

Scarlett

I’m heading toward the lady’s room when I see Jacob leering at me from the opposite corner of the room. He raises his glass to me, the sea of people between us his only protection as far as I’m concerned because Cristiano hasn’t come after me.

I change direction and head toward him, wishing I had that nail file to stab him in the eye. I know it wouldn’t kill him but I’m good with maiming him for life. For now, at least.

As I approach, he stops a passing waiter and takes two champagne flutes off his tray. He holds one out to me.

“There she is,” he says, a smile on his face. This man who just days ago was ready to pull the trigger and kill Noah and me. The man who executed Diego and Angel.


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