Redemption Refused (Mission Mercenaries #5) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mission Mercenaries Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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Hooking up with the college freshman I was supposed to keep an eye on was easier than tracking her.
Kidnapping her after that first night was easier than following her around campus.I’m massive, scarred, and tattooed. I don’t exactly fit in with her crowd.
After the job was done, cutting her loose was the hard part.
Making it through the day without seeing her became impossible.
Some may call it stalking, but I call it vigilance.
She seems invested in this game of cat and mouse we’re playing, but she’s mistaken.
I’m not a toy she can discard when she’s bored.
Trying to get her out of my system may leave us both in pieces.

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Prologue

Elio

I know how cruel it is to squeeze my eyes closed at the sound of her screams. If I could cover my ears and block it all out, I would. I should be stronger for her, but I’m a coward.

I want to look in her eyes and promise her that I’ll find a way to save us both, that I’ll devise a way to put an end to the pain he’s caused her—we’ve—we’ve caused her.

We were careful, so careful, sneaking around. I’d keep my eyes lowered at school, would go above and beyond not to draw any attention to her. I could love her in the darkness. Despite it causing so many fights between us, I did it to keep her safe.

Until my initiation, I didn’t heed many of the rumors about how we were required to prove our loyalty to the Severino family. Killing someone, especially a girl, we knew, was absurd. No one was that cruel. At least that’s what I thought until Alessio, the oldest Severino brother, whispered in my ear and told me to pick one while I stood on the edge of the dance floor at mine and his younger brother Marcello’s senior prom less than six months ago.

The quiet is so loud it forces my eyes open. Her chest rises and falls, telling me Maya’s still alive, but it doesn’t bring the relief it should. I know how this night ends. I know I’ll never be the same, and with that comes a swarm of guilt and a burn behind my eyes.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved with her. I shouldn’t have thought I could have something of my own. That loving her was worth the risk of losing her. Her love, that peace I sought, comes at a price, and I wasn’t even man enough to warn her. Instead, I made promises of a future, whispered in her ear all the things we would do together in the lifetime I knew I couldn’t give her. Each word was a lie, a fantasy of my creation.

I want to beg for mercy, to plead with Marcello to just get it over with because I know begging for her life to be spared would be a waste of breath. I know he feels betrayed. We aren’t supposed to love. We aren’t supposed to make connections with anyone outside of the family. When it’s time for us to settle down and marry, their father is the one responsible for telling us who that is. I haven’t gotten my orders, despite my sister being almost a year younger and already being promised to the man that’s placing a soft hand on Maya’s subtly swollen belly.

I choke back a sob, the first one I let escape since all of this started.

He knows, I realize when I lock eyes with him.

“Please,” I beg.

The word is broken. I’m broken.

As he presses his knife to her flesh, I can only fucking pray he kills me next. Living without her is a torture I’ll never survive.

The only way to endure any of it is to never love again.

By the time I reopen my eyes, I’ve managed to shut all of it down. The pain, the self-hatred, the need for vengeance, all of it is gone. I’m blank. The part of me that had the ability to give a shit about anything is gone.

Numbness is all that’s left, and as her heart stops beating and Marcello smiles at me, I realize he was successful. His plan worked.

He turned me into the monster I pretended to be for so long.

Chapter 1

Alani

I tilt my head back, my eyes closed, but my nose pointed to the ceiling. Pretending to have a good time doesn’t make it happen, and waiting for the alcohol to take over and dull the edges of boredom frustrates the hell out of me. I don’t need to be drunk to have fun, but it sure does help.

College is supposed to be a blast. I’m supposed to live life and celebrate the new freedom I have, but it feels more like torture. I don’t even want to be here, and I’m regretting my decision to attend Lindell University. I wanted to put some distance between my sister and myself. I wanted to get far enough away that she couldn’t just pop up and surprise me. I got my wish and then some because I haven’t seen Ayla since she dropped me off in the fall. Hell, I spent the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with my roommate’s family because Ayla took a job out of the country. It seems she couldn’t wait to get away from me either.

I feel orphaned, abandoned. I never confess those things on our weekly calls. The woman had to put her own life on pause to take care of me after our parents’ tragic deaths. I fought against her parenting, at times because as a teen it’s the instinctual thing to do, at other times because I wanted to punish her because of the role she had to take. It wasn’t fair, and I knew it at the time. Maybe her silence is her vengeance.



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