Lord of London Town Read Online Tillie Cole

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 643(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
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“Yes.” She followed my gaze. The picture on the wall was old. An elderly geezer was stood outside the biscuit factory. There was a younger man there too, and a little girl, no more than about four years old, dressed in a bonnet and a red coat. “My mum,” she said and moved to the picture. She pointed to the little girl. “When she was little, with my granddad and great-granddad.”

I didn’t look at the picture. I was too busy looking at her. Cheska the Chelsea girl. “Where is she now?”

Cheska’s face fell. When she met my eyes, hers were shining. “She died two years ago.” My chest twinged at the sadness in her voice, but I kept my expression straight. My dad taught me from a young age not to show any emotion. To be neutral at all times. To not let any fucker get a read on me. To always be the grey man in the room.

Cheska cautiously sat down beside me. She smelled of roses. When she looked at me, I saw her eyes weren’t as dark as I’d thought. They looked green at times, when her head caught the light at a certain angle. She folded her arms over her chest. Her tits were on the small side, but on her, it didn’t matter.

“Is your mum at home?” she asked.

“She’s dead,” I said plainly and glanced to the stairs, then through a set of glass doors to another room where the butler was busying himself cleaning. The raised voices had stopped.

I wondered what Dad had on Cheska’s old man. Or what he’d done to deserve my dad’s personal attention. My head snapped to the side when I felt a hand on mine. I moved in a flash and gripped Cheska’s wrist instinctively, holding it in the air. She gasped, eyes like fucking saucers, and I slowly released her wrist. Cheska’s eyes were still huge as she rubbed her skin.

“I just wanted to say sorry,” she said. “About your mum.” My cheek twitched. I schooled my features and straightened the collar on my coat. “I know what it’s like, to be without them,” she whispered. Her bottom lip trembled. “How lonely it can be.”

I stared at her, chasing away the stabbing sensation in my stomach her words caused. Chelsea Girl had long black lashes that kissed her cheeks when she blinked and freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose. A single small beauty mark sat above her upper lip.

I wanted to taste it on my tongue.

Cheska’s breathing came faster, and I saw her nipples harden under her pyjama vest. I smirked as she quickly folded her arms over her tits again. That blush was back on her cheeks. Chelsea Girl was definitely innocent. She looked around my age. But unlike my East End gangster arse, who’d been sucked and fucked the minute I could come, she was still untouched.

As my eyes slid down Chelsea Girl’s body, I knew she’d look even better on her knees. Cheska’s face blazed like she could read my thoughts.

The sound of a door opening came from upstairs, tearing Cheska’s attention from me. I gave her one last look. No doubt this would be the only time I ever saw her. We didn’t exactly mix in the same circles. She no doubt went to some rich-as-shit girls’ school.

Hushed voices came closer. Dad and Cheska’s old man appeared on the landing and walked down the stairs. Cheska’s dad’s eyes widened when he saw her beside me on the couch, wearing next to nothing. “Cheska. What are you doing up? Get back to bed. It’s late.”

Cheska jumped to her feet, obeying Daddy’s command. “I needed a drink and saw Arthur here.” She flicked a nervous glance to me. “We … we were just talking.”

“Get to bloody bed!” her dad shouted again, and Cheska ran, hurrying for the stairs.

Her old man was a dick.

“Night, Cheska,” I said loudly. Her dad’s face snapped to me and reddened in anger. “It was nice getting to know you.” Cheska turned to me, stopping dead on the stairs. I saw her lips twitch and a smile pull on her stunning face.

“Mr Adley, James will see you out,” her dad said, gesturing to the butler, who had appeared from the other room. I stared for a few more seconds at Cheska, then met her dad’s furious gaze.

“Mr Adley,” the butler said. “And Master Adley. This way, please.”

Cheska’s eyes grew huge as she stared at me and whispered, “Arthur Adley …” Her cheeks paled, and I knew right then that she’d heard of my family, our firm, our fucking notorious last name. There weren’t many people in London who didn’t know the Adley family. Knew that we were the London reapers. When we came calling, it was because you’d made a deal with the devil. The fucking dark lord himself.



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