Their Reign (The Rite Trilogy #3) Read Online Natasha Knight, A. Zavarelli

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Rite Trilogy Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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“I’m sorry, Judge. I’ve let both men go, and we’re scouring the city for him. He won’t get near her.”

“He delivered a fucking package to her doorstep! I’d say he got near her!”

He mutters a curse on the other end, and I force a deep breath in as I near the gates of De La Rosa Manor.

“He’s not done with this. With her,” I say.

“No, you’re right. But we’ll find him.”

“I need to go. Let me know as soon as you know anything.”

“I will. I am sorry, Judge.”

I know he can’t control everything but fuck, this? I disconnect the call and look into the security camera outside the gates of the manor. I’m not sure Santiago will let me in, but I’m unwilling to leave until he sees me. But then, without a word through the intercom, the gates begin to open, and I drive to the entrance where, before I even come to a stop, I see my once best friend standing, arms folded across his chest, mouth in a thin line, his face closed to me.

But I don’t care about that. I can’t. Not right now.

I bring the Range Rover to an abrupt halt, and I am out of the driver’s seat the moment I jerk it into park.

“You didn’t think I needed to know about the death threat at her door?” I stalk to him. I haven’t even closed the car door.

He straightens, gaze cool. “No, I didn’t think it was any of your business.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shove him backward. “She receives a death threat, and you don’t think it’s my fucking business?”

He gets in my face. “No. I didn’t think it was. And how do you know anyway? Did you go near her again?”

I clench my jaw and raise my chin.

“For fuck’s sake. She doesn’t want to see you. Get it through your thick head.” He looks me over from head to toe. “You look like hell. Go home and get some sleep. There’s nothing for you here.” He turns to walk back inside.

“Yeah well, she’s carrying my children, so get that through yours!”

He spins on me, the same rage from the day he learned about us burning like a brand on his face.

“Santi?” Ivy comes running out and catches his arm.

He stops and snarls. But gets himself under control. “I’m very aware of what you did to her, Judge,” he says, hands fists at his side.

“We need to talk.”

Ivy looks from him to me and back.

“No, we don’t. I said all I needed to say to you.” For a moment, I think he’s going to walk away, but then we all turn at the whine that comes from inside the Range Rover.

“Shit.”

“What is that?” Ivy asks, smiling when Kali pops her head up to the window.

“I need to let her out. Can you watch her? I need to talk to your husband.”

“I said…” Santiago starts, but Ivy squeezes his arm.

“I’ll watch her. What’s her name?” she asks as I open the hatch for her to scoop Kali up.

“Kali.”

“Oh,” she says, clearly confused.

“Mercedes named her.”

“Ah.” She stifles a smile and clears her throat to set Kali down. “You two go ahead. Kali and I will play.”

I look at Santiago, who only turns to walk into the house. I follow him through to his study, where he sits in his chair behind his massive desk. I close the door and remain standing.

“He was at her house?”

He only studies me with narrowed eyes.

“Look, we want the same thing. Mercedes safe. Mercedes happy. Right now, the first part of that is crucial. You’re going to need to work with me, or so help me, I will drag her back to my house and—”

“I should let you because that would sever any lingering emotions she confusedly feels for you.”

That makes me pause. Because what Mercedes said was not this. But haven’t I said the opposite of what I want, too? To protect her. Protect myself. Because there is something that I’ve managed to avoid for a very long time. All my life, in fact. I have never had a real relationship. I can count on one hand the dates I’ve taken women on. I go to the Cat House. I fuck. I leave. I am not blind to the pattern. And I understand why. It’s hard not to.

I am afraid.

And now I’m afraid not only of hurting her. Perhaps the true fear is entirely out of my control.

I know I’m not worthy of her affection or her love. But if she did give it to me and then took it away, what would become of me then? If what’s happening to me now is any indication, it does not bode well for me.

“I don’t understand, Judge,” Santiago finally says, drawing me out of wherever the hell I was going.



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