Ride or Die (Rejects Paradise #4) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rejects Paradise Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
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A fat drop of blood begins running down the side of his face. I can’t take my eyes off it as it slides over his jaw and down the column of his neck. It’s fucking thrilling and within seconds, it’s staining the top of his already bloodied shirt. “I’m sorry,” he cries, fearing his time for begging is up. “I know. I fucked up. Please, Nic, I’ll—”

“You did fuck up, and you did it willingly,” I laugh. “You turned your back on your family for what? Some cheap pussy?”

“I love her,” he cries making anger pulse through me. “Kian knew about her. He was okay with it. He gave his approval.”

A sick grin twists across my face. “Well, Kian ain’t here no more, and I’m not okay with my men fucking some slut Wolf. So, what’s it going to be?” I question. “Are you a traitor to your family, or are you one of us?”

His eyes harden, knowing exactly what I’m asking. Is he going to be labeled a traitor and killed on the spot? Or is he going to give up the girl and be a part of our family, even if that means he will never earn my trust back, and probably get himself killed anyway?

He nods viciously. “I’m a Widow,” he declares with tears in his eyes, viciously nodding his head, almost as though he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m always a Widow.”

I straighten out of my crouch and look down at the pathetic excuse of a man at my feet. “Right, then what’s her name?”

His face instantly drains of blood and I grin wide, knowing damn well this fucker isn't about to give up her name. He’s kidding himself if he thinks I’m about to let him back into my family. We’re built on loyalty and trust, without that, we have nothing.

He starts shaking his head, proving once and for all where his loyalties lie, but it doesn't matter. I don't need her name; I already have it. Veronica Davies—though she's better known as Roni Russo around here. The one girl who broke free from this world and just happens to be the guidance counselor at a fancy private school for rich kids in Bellevue Springs. She’s also the woman who gave my girl the big idea that she could get out too. That bitch has her own crimes to pay for, and she will in due time. But first things first …

“What’s wrong?” I question, crouching down again and trailing the tip of my knife over his skin. I meet his eyes, letting him see just how fucked up I really am. “I promise, I won’t touch her.”

“Nic,” Kairo snaps from behind me, bored of my games. “Get it over and done with so we can get the fuck out of here.”

My eyes sparkle in excitement as I watch the traitor on his knees before me. His jaw is clenched, staring up at me as though Kairo isn’t even in the room. “Leave her the fuck alone,” he spits through his teeth, giving one last half-assed attempt to save the woman of his dreams. “She did nothing wrong. Leave her out of this bullshit. She’s not even a Wolf. Her brother is.”

“Ahhhh, you see that’s where you’re wrong,” I tell him, knowing that girl better than he could possibly know. “I hope you told her that you loved her when you left this morning.”

His eyes go wide just as the swinging light above us flickers and sends the room into darkness. I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.

That fucking light never ceases to amaze me.

I sink my knife into his stomach and slice a deep curve just like my father taught me. His screams are strangled and filled with agony, but I tune them out in favor of listening to the soft, splashing sounds of his intestines sliding out of his body and hitting the cold concrete ground.

Fuck, that’s satisfying. Wrong, but so fucking good.

I have to be honest, this really wasn’t an easy trick to learn. I had to practice … a lot, but my father kept on me until I had it down to a fine art. It’s ironic, apparently, he’d learned it from Louis Munroe, Ocean’s father, back in the day when the two of them actually got along. You know, until the bastard got jumped in as a Wolf.

The lights flicker above and restore light to the warehouse just in time to see the bastard crumble to the ground, and as he does, I hear Kairo’s disgusted groan from behind me. “Fuck, man. You just keep getting sicker,” he grunts, slipping his phone from out of his pocket.

I laugh and clean off my knife against the fucker’s jeans until it’s sparkling clean before turning back to Kai. I shrug my shoulders and laugh. “What can I say? He had it coming.”



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