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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I look up at Cristiano. “When were these taken?”

“Just a few days ago.”

“I don’t understand. Marcus is in Mexico?”

“Where is that cabin?”

“I’m not sure exactly. On De La Cruz land for sure. It’s where my father held secret meetings.” I leave out the rest.

“And that’s Felix Pérez. Jacob’s son-in-law.”

I nod to confirm.

“Was he aligned with your brothers?”

“I don’t know. I never saw him, but I can’t be sure. But these men,” I say, pointing to a few. “They walked away after the killings. They didn’t trust my brothers. What’s going on, Cristiano?”

“Nothing good, I’m sure.” He checks his watch, stands up. “Would you like to see Noah?”

“Really?” I ask, hopeful.

He nods.

“Yes, please.”

“Alec will take you down.”

“Can he come up? Maybe we can just walk outside for a little bit?”

“Not now.”

“Just for as long as you say, I promise—”

“I said not now. We’ll discuss it later. I have an idea.”

“What idea?”

“Later. If you want to see him, now is your opportunity.”

I stand, not wanting to blow it.

His eyes skim over me. “It’s my mother’s dress. Or so Lenore tells me. I don’t remember it.” He says that last part without meeting my eyes.

I look down, straighten the skirt of the dress. “Oh.”

“I thought I’d remember if I saw it on you.”

“I’ll take her down before I go,” Dante says, standing. I’d almost forgotten he was there.

“Where are you going?” Cristiano asks him.

“I need to get some things for tonight.”

“You’d better show up.”

“I will.” Dante turns to me, the easy smile when he was talking to Cristiano disappearing. “Let’s go,” he says, opening the door.

I go because I want to see Noah.

Once the study door closes, Dante takes hold of my arm. He’s not rough but it’s unnecessary. He stops me, makes me turn to him.

“You think you’ve got some hold on him?”

“What?”

“You’re a fuck toy to him. That’s all. Don’t get any fucking ideas.”

I tug my arm, but he doesn’t let go.

“I don’t like you. And I don’t trust you,” he says as if I didn’t already know.

“Feeling’s mutual.”

A flash of irritation darkens his eyes. “I’ve got my eye on you, Scarlett De La Cruz. And I’ll do whatever I need to do to protect my brother, so watch your step.”

Before I can even respond, he starts to walk us toward the hallway that will lead down to the cells. But just before we get there, I hear a familiar voice.

One that makes my skin crawl.

We both stop and turn. It’s my uncle. He’s here, in Cristiano’s house. He turns to look at us, first at Dante, whose hand tightens on my arm like he’s making a fist, then me. He’s talking to a soldier.

He’s obviously caught off guard when he sees me, but he recovers quickly. His eyes skim over me as do the soldier’s, the latter without emotion. My heart is beating so hard against my chest all I hear is rage. Blood pumping through my veins. Pounding against my ears.

“Dante,” my uncle says by way of greeting. He smiles.

I look to Dante whose expression is dark. Murderous even. Well, I guess we have one thing in common.

I take a step toward him, but Dante’s hand tightens.

“Let’s go,” he says.

I touch the metal nail file I found in the bathroom that I strapped around my thigh. A knife would be better, but this is sharp and sturdy. It’ll do the job.

But Dante tugs, hand bruising now.

The man with my uncle clears his throat. “Cristiano doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

My uncle gives me a one-sided grin then disappears.

I watch him go, feel my eyes narrow.

As Dante leads me to my brother, I hear another voice from behind me. I glance back and recognize the man who had peeked his head into Cristiano’s room that first morning. He doesn’t see me as Dante tugs me along, but I hear my uncle stop to greet him and shake my head.

Cristiano is meeting with my uncle. My fucking uncle. If this doesn’t tell me where I stand in this mess, where I stand with Cristiano, then nothing will. No matter what my stupid brain wants to make of moments like last night.

Cristiano and my uncle are aligned. That puts Cristiano firmly in the opposite corner from me. It’s not that unbelievable, is it? The only unbelievable part of this is that I ever thought he’d be in mine.

15

Cristiano

Moments after Dante has taken Scarlett, my uncle and Jacob walk into the study. I stand, shoving my hands into my pockets.

Cerberus’s low growl comes from his place in the corner. I don’t comment as Jacob glances over at the hound.

“I don’t know why you keep that dog,” my uncle says.

“I like him,” I say. “Jacob.” I nod in greeting.

“Good to see you, Cristiano,” Jacob says.

My uncle takes a seat and crosses his ankle over the opposite knee. He chooses the Chesterfield at the far end, away from Cerberus who lays his head back down but keeps that low growl going, eyes on my uncle.


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