Locked Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet #2) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Drama, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chained Hearts Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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“I can’t.”

Paige smiles at Roberto’s answer, and she steps back up to me, invading my personal space.

“You and that kid of yours will be gone before you know it.”

Goddammit! I’m not a violent person, I swear. But her face irritates me so much that I can’t help but slap her back. And when I do, I know I shock her because her eyes go wide when the sound echoes through the room. My hand stings so bad I have to shake it before I pull the gun from the holster at my hip and point it straight at her face. “You ever think of speaking ill of my child, or even mention her again, I will fucking end you.”

The bitch doesn’t move, she simply stares at the gun.

“Sailor, lower the gun,” Roberto says calmly.

“If you touch me, I’ll shoot her, I don’t fucking care! One person I know has died here, right in that alley. Why not make it two? I always like things to be even.”

Hands touch and snake up my arm. The gun is removed from my fingers, and when I turn around to swear at whoever it is, Keir is standing there putting his gun back under his suit jacket.

“Where is my daughter?” I ask him outraged.

“With my mamma. And what did I tell you about ‘my,’” he says.

“What you forgot to mention was that you’re actually engaged. To a fucking puttana *whore* at that,” I snarl, making sure I get right in his face. “And all your men are fired. Fuck them all… and fuck you.” I turn and get right in Paige’s face. “Fuck you the most, you pathetic cunt.”

Chapter Nine

Keir

“Sailor.” I follow her as she storms off.

Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?

“Keir.” Paige’s voice echoes from behind.

We both turn, Sailor stopping at the door as she looks back. I’m not far from her and Paige is not far behind me, following us.

“That’s right, Keir, go back to your fiancée,” Sailor says, sneering, tearing off her jacket and throwing it to the floor as she continues to the exit.

“Target trash,” Paige says, and I know Sailor hears her, but she continues and walks out.

Turning to face Paige, I take a deep breath. “You have no boundaries, do you?”

She steps closer, her hand coming up to my chest, touching it with her gaudy, painted fingernails and her acidic sweet smile. “It’s what you like about me. I didn’t hear you complain when you fucked me.”

I remove her hand, then glare at Roberto. “Did you know she was going to be here?” I ask him.

“No, boss.”

I look to her cousin, but he shakes his head as well.

“How did you know Sailor was going to be here?” I ask.

Paige taps her fingers on my chest. “Silly! I know your every move, as a good wife should.”

I yank her hand away from my chest. “You are not my wife,” I reply, pulling away from her and going toward the door.

“Yet. Remember that as you chase that hussy,” she screams after me.

I open the doors, scanning the area, but Sailor’s nowhere to be found.

“Boss.” I turn to Francis, whose hands are in his pockets.

“Now’s not the time,” I tell him as I walk to the car. The driver holds the door open for me, but Francis is right behind me.

“She was good, boss. Stayed calm. Didn’t bite at Paige’s words, until…” He glances back over his shoulder. “What I’m trying to say is, she’s nice.”

“I don’t care if you think someone is nice, Francis. Since when has nice had a place in what we do?” He shakes his head. “What did Paige say that set her off?” He looks down to the ground, not wanting to tell me. “Francis, I can either pull it from your lips or you can tell me.”

“She spoke badly about her daughter… said she was a thing.”

“She what?” I state, not quite understanding. But I shouldn’t be surprised. Paige is all kinds of fucked up.

That’s why she would be my perfect partner.

She would have no boundaries, as I don’t.

But I do have a boundary now.

Wren is a boundary you don’t cross.

Licking my lips, I shake my head. Removing my jacket, I walk around to my driver dropping the gun I removed from Sailor and hold out my hand. He places my trusted weapon in my hand, and Francis looks to both of us before he steps out of the way as I make my way back to the club.

Paige is standing there, two of her goons on protection detail on either side of her. One is her brother. His hand looks all nice and healed since our last altercation.

“I can’t shoot you,” I tell her, smiling. She smiles back at me, relief flooding through her. “But I can shoot them.” I aim the gun and shoot her cousin first, and as he drops, Roberto swears from somewhere close behind me.


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