Tiernan (Dangerous Doms #6) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dangerous Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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His eyes go wide but only for a second, before his face splits into a sickening grin.

“As if you know how to use the fucking thing. Do you have any idea who I am, you stupid girl?” If he wasn’t such an arse, I’d think the guy was kind of hot, in a thin, sinewy way, but he isn’t even the littlest bit familiar.

“I don’t care who you are,” I say, my voice wavering and my stomach rolling like waves on the shore. I wave my pistol at him. “You touch me again and you’ll lose your fucking bollox.”

And I mean it, the fucking wanker.

He shakes his head and shoves his hands in his pockets. He jerks his head out the door. “Thirty seconds left, slut.”

I should be immune to this by now. It shouldn’t affect me like it does, but hell, it does.

I make it to the door before I flip him off, and slam it before he makes it to me. I run, but he doesn’t pursue me. Christ, I must look a wreck, but I don’t much care at the moment. I need to get away from that bastard.

I stumble down the long hall and make it to the lift. Thankfully, it opens immediately. I step inside and slam the button, afraid the arsehole will pursue me. It glides downward, and I groan when it opens on the next floor instead of the landing at the first floor. Goddamn it.

An older, well-to-do couple dressed in impeccable clothing steps onto the elevator and gives me disapproving looks. God, I must look a sight, wearing the same dress from the night before painted on me, my hair a wreck, my makeup smeared. I turn away from them to hide my shame, too sick to really care much beyond getting out of here and getting to my bed.

My phone falls out of my bag when I exit the elevator, clattering to the gleaming marble floor in the lobby. I bend and reach for it, and my head feels like it’s going to literally fall right off my shoulders. I swallow hard.

I don’t cry. I haven’t cried in years. I bloody won’t now.

Something inside me wants to question how I got here, who I am.

I used to be a good girl.

I hail a taxi and gratefully slide into the back. The door shuts with a bang.

It’s then that I begin to tremble. Christ, I need a fix. I need a fucking fix. Now that I’m more awake, withdrawal symptoms hit me so hard I feel faint.

I don’t realize I’m rocking on the seat until the taxi driver gives me a concerned look in the rearview mirror.

“Y’alright?” he asks warily, real concern in his eyes. He looks like he could be someone’s grandfather, and for one weak, brief moment in time, I wish he were mine. There’s a bit of kindness in his eyes I don’t see often, and I need a little kindness right now.

“I’m fine,” I say. Even my voice is shaking now.

The edge of my phone peeks out of my bag where I shoved it in, and a pang hits my chest.

I wish I could call a friend. I could call my roommate, but I can’t bother her. Not again. She’s got class and work of her own.

I just wish I had someone to pick me up. Someone I could confide in. Long ago, I had friends, and honestly, a good friend, too.

One really good friend. But I fucked that up.

My hands tremble as I shove my phone further in my bag, and I watch outside the window as we move steadily past the luxurious apartment buildings to head further into the city where I live.

I miss Ballyhock. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as the car stumbles over the broken pavement. The streets here are neglected so badly that people break rims and curse them out.

For one moment, I imagine myself back in Ballyhock.

I can see the rollicking waves of the Irish Sea stretched out before me, the fathomless blue-green mesmerizing. When I was little, I’d imagine myself a mermaid that lived beneath the depths. The color of the sea and whimsical white foam made me feel as if it were magical. I’d sink beneath the depths, my sleek body swimming below the surface to my castle below. I was a queen down there. I’d wear a tiara and command my army of sea folk to do my bidding.

As I grew older, my fantasies changed, and I discarded the childish imaginations of my youth. So why do I go there now? I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to block the pain that skates across my forehead. It feels as if my head might burst at any moment. With effort, I bring myself back to my memories, the pleasant ones I tuck away like a chest filled with soft, cozy blankets I draw out when I’m in need of comfort.



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