Deadly Protector (Kingdom of Sin #4) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom of Sin Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
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“I’m just thinking you were made to be my Capo. I never realized how much alike we are. Plus, we’re both too damn pretty for our own good.” I roll my eyes and go back to work.

“Shut up and leave me alone. I got a wife to go fuck.” Antonio laughs harder and hell, I join in.

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. . .

One Month Later

“Victor! Guess what—wait, what are you doing?”

“Pissing.”

“Outside the fence?” I ask, as he turns around to zip up his pants.

He shrugs. “What were you going to tell me?”

“What?” I ask, before I remember what I came out to tell him. “Oh, I was looking on my phone at the daily news and do you remember that documentary we watched a while back about the man who killed his pregnant wife?”

“Vaguely rings a bell,” he responds.

“Karma crept up on him yesterday. Apparently, he was killed in a prison riot. Someone shanked him. I know it makes me horrible, but I like that he won’t be free and living a good life—especially since his wife and child didn’t get that same option.”

He grins and then leans down to kiss me. The kiss is way too sweet and quick. “I’m glad you’re happy, Kitten,” he replies gently, kissing me once more.

“Well, I am, except you really shouldn’t be peeing outside the property line,” I admonish.

“Would you rather I did it in the yard, Kitten?” he asks innocently.

“You don’t own this place yet. You just put an offer in. Besides, you’re allowed to pee inside. The water is on, you know.”

He smirks. It’s a look I love so much that my knees get weak. “We don’t own this place yet, but we will. I told the realtor to pay whatever it took to get the place. I don’t give a fuck.”

“No, you. It’s not ours. We’re not really married,” I remind him. “You seem to be forgetting that. You even went so far as to hang our fake marriage license on your wall.”

He puts his arms around me, pulling me in closer. “I told you to start planning the wedding you want, Gia. You’re the one dragging your feet. You’re also the one that picked this house out and therefore it’s ours.”

His words make my heart skip a beat. I do love this house. It’s a huge, one-story mid-century home. The architecture was much like that of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Usonian designs, which mean there are brick, wood, and lots of windows. I adored it at once. I’m not sure that Victor did, but he watched me as I ecstatically described the place to him and called his realtor, meaning he put in the offer to buy sight unseen. He seems to like it now though—now being his first walk through of the place. Or maybe not since he’s peeing outside the fence. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the conversation that we seem to have more and more. “Honey, aren’t you afraid we need time together? I want you to be sure you are comfortable with marriage. I never want you to feel like you were forced into it by Sam’s crazy family,” I explain.

He cups my neck, his hold solid and sure. I love it when he holds me like that. “Jesus, woman. We have lived together longer than some marriages last,” he says, and I nod, admitting that he had a good point.

“True, but those marriages should have never happened. When I say I do, I want it to be forever.”

“You already said I do, and it will be forever. I’m not letting you go. Is this your way of telling me you don’t want to be married to me? That you are unsure?”

“No. I’m saying I want you to be positive.”

“What happens when you turn up pregnant, Gia? Are we going to keep waiting until you think I’m really going to stay married to you? What will finally make you believe what I’ve been saying since day one—which is that you are it for me? You’re everything to me.”

“I’m not going to get pregnant,” I grumble, but suddenly I’m not so sure. I haven’t been taking birth control. I haven’t even thought about it. Plus, we’ve been going at it like rabbits. “Oh God, what if I am pregnant?” I whine with my very next breath.

Victor laughs. “Then I’ll stop wearing my dick out to get you that way.”

“What?” I cry.

“Baby, I’ve been fucking you so much that my dick and balls are starting to hurt. Haven’t you noticed?”

“Well, it did seem like a lot, but it’s not like I’m experienced at these kinds of things.”

“You use that excuse often, but I’d say you’ve been getting quite a bit of experience,” he jokes, making me shake my head at him.

“Okay fine, but still marriage is a big step.”


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