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El Diablo (The Devil #1)

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M. Robinson

Language:
English
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I was ruthless.
I was feared.
I had sacrificed. Myself. Her. Everything…

Living in a world where I was worth more dead than alive was a choice. I was a bad man, never claimed to be anything else. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Seen things that can’t be unseen. I’ve caused pain that I can’t undo.
It was all my choice.
Every decision.
Every order.
Right and wrong never mattered.
Until her.
She was under my protection, until she became my obsession.
But who was going to save her…

From. Me. The devil himself.

Fate brought us together. Destiny destroyed us.

STANDALONE. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Full length novel.

Books in Series:

The Devil Series by M. Robinson

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M. Robinson Books

I leaned back, nonchalantly placing my hands in the pockets of my slacks. Eyeing them up and down with a threatening regard. “You ever held a gun before?” I mocked, cocking my head to the side.

“Please… Martinez… please… just stop…”

I snidely smiled. There was no way in hell I was going to stop. I was just getting fucking started. “Your hands are shaking. First rule of holding a gun. Never let your enemies see your fear. It just makes you a fucking pussy. So, what’s your next move? I am right here.” I spread my arms out at my sides. Sticking my chest out. “This is your chance to get rid of me. Do it! Pull the fucking trigger! Do it!” I viciously baited. Not giving a flying fuck anymore.

“Stop! Please! Fucking stop!”

“I’m a bad man! I’ve done unforgivable things. Here’s your chance! Fucking take it! Send me straight to fucking Hell! Now!”

I always knew this day would come. I had made so many fucking mistakes throughout my life, but this moment would never be one of them. I lived far longer than I ever thought I would. Always hoping I’d meet my maker from a loving hand, but we don’t always get what we want.

I had killed.

I had avenged.

I had loved.

I had destroyed lives and now it was my time to pay for being the Grim fucking Reaper, taking lives that didn’t belong to me. I just never thought my life would end like this.

Lying in a pool of my own goddamn blood.

Provoking my assassin to pull the fucking trigger.

“Let’s go, Martinez. The girls are waiting for us,” my friend Leo stated for the tenth fucking time.

“Alright, hold the fuck up. I’m coming. Besides, you know they’ll wait all night for us,” I replied with a cocky grin as I walked toward the back door. Careful to make sure the bodyguards and cameras were set up throughout the house didn’t see us.

“Alejandro! You’re not allowed to leave. Dad warned you. He doesn’t like you leaving the house when they’re not around, especially without taking a bodyguard with you,” Amari scolded while grabbing my arm, stopping me dead in my tracks.

My older sister Amari was always the perfect little angel. I, on the other hand, was the devil. I think my dad was secretly proud when I acted out, but he never voiced it and never let it slide, keeping up pretenses was what he was best at. He raised and molded me to take over his empire since the day I was born, like all the generations of the Martinez men before me. I was fourteen, almost fifteen, but being a kid was never in the cards for me. Which was why I took every opportunity to do whatever the hell I wanted, especially when there wasn’t someone constantly on my ass telling me I couldn’t. I didn’t give a shit if I got grounded. I knew I only had a few years to live a semi-normal life, and I took advantage of it every chance I could get.

Amari was a year-and-a-half older than me, though it was of no importance. She always acted younger than her years. She had been sneaking into my bed ever since I could remember, because every little sound in the night frightened her. I didn’t have the luxury of being scared. Fear wasn’t a part of the life I was expected to lead. It was only a matter of time until I was the one who frightened her, too.

Exactly the way our father did.

He called it respect, but I knew it was nothing more than intimidation. Amari had always been weak, and it bothered our father in ways I had to make up for. I had to protect her even though I was younger.

“I don’t want you getting in trouble, Alejandro,” Sophia murmured loud enough for me to hear.

I grinned. Turning my attention away from Amari, my eyes locked with Sophia who was standing at the end of the foyer.

Sophia was my sister’s best friend. I always thought their friendship was unconventional because she was my age. Her bright green eyes, pouty lips, and the smell of her long, dark brown hair had been doing things to me since the first time I met her a few years ago. She was from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. She attended our New York private school on a scholarship offered to a select number of low-income housing kids with exceptional grades. My sister took to her immediately. She hated the pretentious pricks in our school.

Amari and I had that in common.

Leo and I had been friends since the first day of high school. He was a geeky-ass kid who was getting picked on by all of my so-called friends. One day we were all standing around our lockers before the first bell rang for class, just shooting the shit. The boys were arguing over who got the furthest with Catherine “Big Tits” St. James. I was too focused on watching Sophia trying to reach the top shelf of her locker down the hall, not paying them any mind.


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