Condemned The Mafia Book Three Cruel Intentions Series

Elliot POVLooking in the mirror, I shake my head. I can’t go to the hospital. I can’t stand the smell, and just thinking about it is making my stomach turn. I can’t. I shake my head again, walking away. I walk to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee and rest both my hands on the kitchen island, trying to make up my mind. I know Theo will need me there, but he has Kill and Ash. I think I would be more trouble than help if I went there. “Fuck”, I let out, slamming my hands against the cold stone of the kitchen island. Grow a fucking pair and move your ass to that fucking hospital. I put my boots on after drinking my black coffee, and I grab the keys to my Harley. Maybe the cold weather will help me straighten my head and make me realise I am not a child anymore and being scared of a fucking hospital is as useless as putting milk in a coffee.I speed through the streets of New York, avoiding the traffic that is growing bigger because of all the tourists coming for thanksgiving.

Elliot POV“How are you feeling sweetheart?”, I ask Everly as soon as she looks at me and smiles. Her eyes are not as shiny as they used to be and I can tell that she is tired as fuck. I bet she is. She just expelled a child out of her body but to be honest, it was way past the time for the little shit to be born, she had given him the eviction notice weeks ago and he wouldn’t budge. “I’m doing okay, just a little tired”, she replies, and I nod my head kissing the top of hers before I look back at Killian that is looking like he could kill someone right now. Just fucking brilliant. What the fuck happened now? Why do I have a feeling that shit hit the fan, and it will be me dealing with whatever it is that happened?“What now?”, I ask as Killian nudges me to go outside. When we are in an empty corridor he takes a deep breath crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You know I wouldn’t ask…”, he starts and I raise an eyebrow eyeing him up, “Okay, I need you to go to Chicago, I need y

Elliot POV“Mr O’More”, the pilot says as soon as I walk up the steps to the private jet. “Hey, O’Malley”, I say, shaking his hand. He has been our pilot for over ten years now. He is a lovely lad; he keeps to himself and tries to get the girls to do their job without disturbing us. I am not going to lie that sometimes I like I mess with them. I guess we all did, they are all extremely attractive, and I bet Killian and Theo already had their fun with them as well. “Elliot”, One of the girls says as I take my seat and put the seat belt on. I smile at her trying to remember her name but it’s blank. I can’t even remember what letter it begins with. “Hey, doll”, I say as she smiles and moves her fingers lightly up my legs to check on my seat belt. I smile at her, and I can see that her cleavage is bigger than normal. Is she trying to get on with me? Not gonna lie, I won’t mind a little oral play before I land, but I have so much work to do that it’s killing me already.“Can I do anythi

Elliot POV“What’s your name?”, She asks as I watch her. She is comfortable around them. I close my hands into fists inside my pockets as I try to control myself and not pull her away from them and take her to my room. I watch as they behave protectively over her, they are definitely her bodyguard. I just would like to know who she is in their hierarchy. Who she belongs to. I know I am playing a fucking dangerous game.“They know”, I tell her as I notice both men watching her again. As if they are scared she will say or do something incriminating. “I’m Hazel”, she says with the sweetest voice I have ever heard. She looks at me with very ints eyes, and I swear she wants me to stay with them, I know she asked me to join them, but I wouldn’t be able to. I can’t fraternise with the fucking enemy, even though both my mates are married to women from different factions. “Stay out of trouble Hazel, I might not always be around”, I say, I walk away before she even has time to reply. I decide

Elliot POV“If she is worth it, we will make it happen” keeps playing in my head. I decide I need to find out of she is worth it. I walk into my office, and I sit behind my desk as I start typing away on my desktop. I look between the three shared screens in front of me at the information I start retrieving. I can’t find Hazel anywhere. I put the information from the hospital on the search, her connection to the Russians. I have been searching for hours, and frustration takes over as I move my hand throwing all the contents from my desk on the floor, leaving only my desktop there. I stand up, passing my hands through my hair as I walk to the window of my penthouse. I cross my arms in front of my chest as I watch people crossing the road to head to central park. I close my eyes momentarily as I take a deep breath. I walk to the bar area I have in my house and pour myself a tumbler of whiskey, and go back