Den of Sins (Chicago Sin #1) Read Online Alta Hensley, Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Chicago Sin Series by Alta Hensley
Series: Chicago Sin Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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Armando scrubs a hand across his face. “I’ll check it.”

I’m deflated, not because I need my phone but because I’m not getting anywhere with him trusting me. I watch him retrieve my purse from one of the cabinets—I guess he hid it from me there—and pull out my phone. He looks at it. “What’s your passcode?”

I hold out my hand for it, but he doesn’t move. Damn him. I’m going to lose any battle of wills here—I’m way too flexible a person. “Five-five-five-five.”

“Lucky fives, huh?” He punches it in and looks at the screen. “No messages.”

His phone rings. He pulls it out of his back pocket and looks at the screen. “Hey.”

He listens. “Tonight? Fuck.” His shoulders sag, and he looks across the apartment at me. “I’m trying to lay low.” He listens some more. “Yeah, I gotcha. No, no, I’ll do it. I’ll be there. In an hour. ‘Kay.” He ends the call and shoves the phone back in his pocket, then he gives me a long, appraising look.

The hairs stand up on my arms. “What?”

He marches over to my dresser and starts pulling open drawers.

“What are you doing? What do you need? Just tell me, asshole.”

He looks over at me and shakes his head. “Don’t call me names, Flowers.” He opens my sock drawer and pulls out a pair of tights.

“What are you doing?” Alarms are going off like crazy, but stupid me, I’m still playing like this guy’s my date. Later I will wonder why I didn’t fight him. Didn’t run.

He crosses swiftly to the side of the bed and picks up my wrists and starts wrapping the tights around them. “I have to go out. I can’t take you with me.”

“What? No!” Even now, I don’t fight much. I’m still relying on my ability to persuade him to change his mind. The guy has a conscience, I know that much.

He knots the tights and wraps the end around the bedpost.

“No! You can’t leave me here like this. What if there’s a fire? I will die because I can’t get out. Armando!”

He ignores me and goes back to the kitchen area rummaging through the drawers. When he returns with a roll of duct tape I really freak out.

I kick out at him in a panic, yanking at my wrists to get free. “No! You’re not putting that on me!”

Shadow, picking up the energy, races around the room and then under the bed.

Armando rips off a piece. I turn my face away.

“Don’t!” I shout. “I am never having sex with you again. I swear to God.”

“I understand.” He slaps the tape over my mouth. I scream against the constraint. I have to take crazy snorting breaths through my nose because I’m crying.

“Shhh.” He caresses the side of my head.

I yank away.

He crouches beside the bed face level with me. I’m hyperventilating through my nose. “Take it easy, Flowers. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I shake my head frantically.

“I’m sorry. The other options would be worse, I promise.”

Tears flood my eyes. I’m so pissed, I want to headbutt him. Too bad he’s out of reach.

“I’m gonna take your van, so I can get back quickly. Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I scream in my throat and shake my head, but he catches the side of my face, plants a quick kiss on the tape over my mouth and straightens.

Dammit. I missed the chance to headbutt him!

Asshole.

And then he’s gone. And I’m tied to my own bed with a pair of tights.

Chapter Sixteen

Armando

Marco says Don G is out at his strip club Lollipops, so I’d better get my ass over there and report.

The fact that you just whacked a guy is not the kind of thing you say over the phone, and Don G wouldn’t want me coming to his house with that shit, either. We don’t talk business around the women in the family. We leave them and all the innocent out of it. It’s part of the code.

It makes me sick that Hannah didn’t get left out of the pile of shit I’m in because tarnishing her might become the thing I regret most.

And here I thought I’d lost my conscience altogether.

I drive her van to Lollipops but park it a few blocks away. I don’t want anyone making a connection between me and my little florist. Someone’s still trying to kill me, and I can’t have her caught in the crossfire any more than she’s already been.

I stalk into Lollipops, and the whole gang is there. It’s the old crew—Don G’s inner circle, minus Alex, his son-in-law. He’d already been like a son to Don G, and he ended up marrying his daughter while I was in the pen, so I’m guessing he’s permanently banned from Lollipops out of respect to Jenna.



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