Cruel Beast (Dark Lies Duet #3) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Dark Lies Duet Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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“Says here he has a daughter.”

“Yeah. Elena’s her name, I think,” I huff out. “But no one’s ever seen her.”

“Hm,” Prince mutters. “That’s probably because she’s as ugly as her father.”

“Like that would matter to you,” I deadpan.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, cousin. Pussy is pussy, and every mouth is fuckable.” He shrugs with a grin.

Unfazed by his comment, I snatch the envelope from his grasp and make my way to my quarters to formulate a plan.

“Si alza a mezzogiorno.” Wheels up at noon. I announce and disappear down the hall.

3

ALICIA

This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Sitting here in this Uber, staring out the window as my surroundings slowly get slummier, is enough to make me question every choice I’ve ever made in my entire life.

I’m supposed to be a smart person, the girl who’s always sensible and reliable. The girl my manager can always count on to arrive at work on time and even pitch in and help when the people from the shift before me didn’t finish cleaning their department the way they should have. I’m responsible, kind, and definitely not this person.

What would they think if they saw me now? Looking like a mid-priced hooker on my way to probably the most dangerous part of town? All alone, on top of everything else? Oh, and at night. The cherry on top is the inky darkness the driver navigates as we roll down streets that were smooth only a few blocks ago but now are full of cracks and potholes.

Even he thinks this is a shitty idea, and he doesn’t know the half of what will happen. “No offense, miss, but are you sure you want to be down here all by yourself, especially at this time of night?” He doesn’t bother to hide the way he cranes his neck a little, like he wants to see all of me in the rearview mirror.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I chirp, smiling with my teeth the way I do at work sometimes. When the customer in front of me has shredded my last nerve after an already crazy day. Knowing that, with my luck, even the slightest rudeness would end up getting me written up—or worse. Because that’s how my life goes. Other people have leeway to maybe make a mistake or two, but not me. That’s never been the case.

All the more reason to accept an insane job like this one, you idiot.

My insides are all fluttery, and I can’t stop shaking my foot back and forth. Who am I kidding? I’ll probably end up getting nabbed by the cops. For all I know, this could be some undercover sting operation. What if Elena set me up for this because she knows—the way I now know, at least a little bit—how dishonest her family is?

Granted, she didn’t exactly use those words, but it was pretty close.

“I’m going to tell you a secret,” she continued on the bench outside the administration building. “Sometimes my family does… things that aren’t exactly legal. And when I need a little money, sometimes I’ll do my uncle a favor, and he’ll give me cash for it.”

“What kind of favor?” I asked, tensing up.

“It’s super easy, I promise. You just take a package from a specific location and deliver it someplace else. It’s really a no-brainer, and there’s, like, no chance of getting in trouble.”

No chance? If somebody is willing to pay twenty grand for this delivery, I have a hard time believing this is all safe. Obviously, it’s worth a lot more money to somebody, which tells me it has to be drugs or something like that. I mean, she told me to bring the biggest purse I own, and even then, exactly how much could I fit inside? No, drugs are the only thing that makes sense. Small package, big profits.

But even knowing what I’m more than likely about to transport isn’t enough to make me change my mind. Because I would do just about anything to make twenty thousand bucks in a single night. Hell, I might even have gone back on my nervousness about stripping if that sort of money was in the mix.

No matter how many times I remind myself how easy this is supposed to be, I can’t calm my nerves. I turn my attention to the checklist Elena rattled off once I confirmed that I would indeed take this job.

Short, tight dress.

Apparently, the place I have to go to for the drop-off has a dress code or something. She said it’s best to dress this way to fit in, but if anything, I feel like I’ll stand out. The sleeveless black dress I’m wearing fits the bill. It’s kind of old, and I’ve gained a little bit of weight since the last time I wore it. Too much stress eating cheap carbs. If anything, it looks even better on me now than it did before. My boobs never quite filled out the top the way they do now, and the way it hugs my hips and ass had my driver checking me out as I climbed into the car.



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