Killian – The Doherty Mafia Read Online Savannah Rylan

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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Killian - The Doherty Mafia

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Savannah Rylan

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We're enemies.
I have no interest in being a pawn.
But if that's what the family's want, Then that's what they get.
Reese is pretty, powerful, and sassy to boot.
But when we learn this isn't the truce, We were all expecting, She threatens to run.
I didn't think I could stand her, Now I can't live without her.
What's an Irishman to do? Drink and chase the lass of course.
She'll be mine, No matter what war our families are brewing.
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Savannah Rylan



One

Reese

My hands shook a little and I clasped them together tightly. Just because he’d commanded me to his office, it didn’t mean something bad was going to happen, right?

There was a part of me that knew I was kidding myself.

One of his bodyguards was sent to lead me from my bedroom to Aldo’s office and I followed him close behind. There was something ominous about how quiet the house was. Like a horrible surprise was waiting for me at the end of that walk.

I’d seen the long convoy of muscle cars pull up into our driveway an hour ago. Big flashy cars with dark tinted windows. I didn’t recognize anyone who stepped out of those cars, and they were all led directly to my stepfather’s office.

It seemed like an important meeting. So why was I being led to the office now? I couldn’t come up with one good reason how I could contribute. It wasn’t like Aldo had ever given me the impression that I had anything to contribute.

Next thing I knew, I was standing outside of the big door to his office. I couldn’t hear anything out there because that room was completely soundproof, always had been. I don’t know how I did it, but I’d somehow managed to stop my hands from shaking. I needed to get a grip of myself, or at least pretend to.

The bodyguard pushed through the door, and I followed close behind, keeping my eyes to the floor. If there was one thing I’d learned over the years of living with Aldo Baron, it was that I shouldn’t be looking at things I hadn’t been invited to look at.

Eyes down. Head down. No opinions. Leave yourself at the door. Leave yourself far behind.

“Look up so we can all see your face,” Aldo’s voice boomed heavily in the room, startling me into action the moment I stepped in.

When I looked up, I saw the room dotted with men. Men I didn’t know. Men all staring at me, making my stomach sink because it seemed like they knew something I didn’t.

My hands shook again. I inadvertently clenched my stomach, trying my best to not curl into a ball to hide from their piercing gazes. Lesson number two: when men like them looked at you this way, it meant something bad was coming. Usually, they ignored me.

Aldo was at his big desk, his signet ring sat heavily on his pinky finger while he tapped it with a metallic clank against his glass of whiskey. Cigar smoke hung heavily in the air and made my eyes water. But I’d been commanded to look up, so that’s what I did.

My stepfather had a grin on his face which betrayed something like pride. Pride?

Aldo had never been proud of me. He had nothing to be proud of. Yet, he looked at me and then around at the faces of the other men facing him. The men who had already examined me closely.

I felt like I was being graded as a prized piece of cattle. Every inch of me measured and classed. I was self conscious of my body, the clothes I wore, the way my breasts heaved with sickening anticipation to hear what this was all about. They saw everything, and I couldn’t hide anymore.

Aldo stopped tapping his ring against the glass and sucked in a mouthful of cigar smoke.

“So, tell me, gentlemen, will she do?” he said.

* * *

“It’s your lucky day, Reese. Today is the day you get to meet your future husband,” Aldo said. That grin still lingered on his face while I felt like he’d just driven his fist into my chest.

My future husband?

I knew this day would come. It was inevitable. It had hung over me all my life like a dark cloud following me around everywhere I went. Aldo Baron was going to choose my husband for me. There was nothing I could do to change that fact about my life, but I didn’t see it coming today.

I hadn’t woken up this morning and known I was going to meet the man I would be bound to for the rest of my life.

In that moment when the words left my stepfather’s mouth, I forgot about the first rule. Boldly, I looked from face to face of the men in the room, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. Which of these men was it?

Most of them looked older. Paler than me. Irish. Men who stared right back with grim faces like they didn’t approve of what they saw. Maybe they’d all reject me and Aldo would have to change his plan. It was my only hope—that I wasn’t good enough for them.

Then my gaze landed on the tall, muscular man in the corner of the room. He had dark hair and dark eyes, a bony chiseled face with big lips. He stood with his arms crossed over his big chest. He was glaring right back at me with an intensity that hit my soul. I couldn’t look away. I’d never looked into eyes like his before. His gaze traveled from my face to my heaving breasts, down to my hips and then the spot between my legs.


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