Lost Cause – Killer of Kings Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
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“You don’t need to tell me anything. I already know it all.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I know every detail of your life, from the eighteen foster homes you frequented since you were born, to the night you spent in jail for sleeping on private property. I know you dyed your hair black for a year when you were eighteen and you had your appendix removed two years ago.”

“What?”

“And I prefer your hair natural, by the way.” He resumed eating as if he hadn’t just stripped her raw to the bone. How was it possible? He’d only just met her today.

More importantly, why did she care more about him complimenting her than the fact he knew intimate details of her freakish childhood that he definitely couldn’t know—shouldn’t know? Her foster records were sealed, even from her, and the other stuff wasn’t public knowledge.

“You can’t know that stuff.”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I don’t know anything about you besides your name, which I doubt is a real name, and the fact you used to be a priest. Oh, and you kill people and take innocent women hostage.”

Had she gone too far? What if he got angry with her outburst?

He raised an eyebrow. “We’re similar, you and I,” he said. “We both have no one. My family was taken from me and your—” He stopped mid-sentence.

“You can say it, I’m sure you already know, anyway. I was abandoned, an unwanted infant with no history to track.”

He took another bite of food. “I can find out, if you want to know your parents.”

She shook her head fervently. “No! And if you already know, keep it to yourself.”

“Why?”

“They don’t deserve to know me, and I don’t want to know them,” she said.

Cleo had a shit life with a childhood that nightmares were made of. Any thought of meeting or reconciling with the parents who abandoned her to that fate were of no interest to her. She’d gotten by, made it to twenty-four with no help from anyone. With any luck, she’d add more years to her life, but right now, nothing was certain.

“It was just a suggestion,” he said.

They finished their food without any more conversation. She had a lot of questions in her head but was afraid of the answers, so she kept her mouth shut. Once they were done, he began tidying up, putting stuff in the trash and sink and wiping the counter down. It was odd to watch this vicious killer do something so simple, so normal.

“Are you tired?” he asked once finished.

“Very tired.”

“You’ll be sleeping in my room,” he said.

For a second, she had an internal panic attack. Was he going to rape her, force her to sleep with him? Cleo was a virgin, and her nerves were starting to run rampant.

“What about that spare room?”

“I don’t have a lock for it yet, and I can’t trust you,” he said.

“Why not?”

“You’ve tried to escape at every opportunity. I won’t be able to sleep well if I’m babysitting you all night long.”

She followed him without speaking. His bedroom was different from the rest of the house with rich colors and dark brown wood. She spun in circles as she tried to take everything in.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” He tossed some blankets onto the sofa under the window. “You’re taking the couch.”

“Good.”

He narrowed his eyes as if insulted. Surely he knew he was God’s gift to women, so her comment shouldn’t have any weight. She was nobody, and he was certainly out of her league—well, if he was a normal guy and not a killer.

Priest began stripping off his clothes, tugging off that black t-shirt, and tossing it into a hamper near the door. He turned and looked over at her.

She gasped, realizing she’d been staring at him with her jaw slack.

Cleo whirled away, almost stumbling, and fiddled with the blankets on the sofa. She couldn’t even look in his direction or she’d focus on the way his muscles flexed every time he moved.

“Make sure you stay put. I have alarms on all the doors and windows.”

“But you trust me not to hurt you while you’re sleeping?” she tested.

“Do you?”

She swallowed hard and slipped under her blankets without another word.

Cleo wished she had answers or at the very least knew what might come next. After the life she’d lived, she craved stability and routine. Not knowing if she’d be breathing the next day was way out of her comfort zone.

He clicked off the lights, and she gripped her blankets tight to her neck. There was no light filtering in through the curtains, not even a soft glow from a phone charger. The complete blackness was disconcerting.

“Priest?” she whispered.

When she thought he wouldn’t answer, he said, “Yeah.”

“I’m scared.”

Why was she telling this stranger who’d kidnapped her? Because she had no one else and never had.

“Go to sleep, Cleo. You’re safe here.”


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