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23. A Dress For the Ripper
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2026-09-15 12:24:46
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Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 49. Death is Paperwork
CharliI fold my arms tight across my chest as Elijah guides me up the narrow stairs into the jet. He’s behind me, hands wrapped firmly around my waist, pushing me forward.I don’t know where he’s taking me.I just heard him over the phone, talking about finishing someone off. The trial is over, and now he’s flying me out of here. Is this to get rid of me somewhere else? Or is it safer for him to have me in another state? Maybe that’s why he gave me the phone—to let me say goodbye to my sisters.I spin in his hands, trying to push past him and back down the stairs.“Charli.”“Where are you taking me?” I ask, breathy, avoiding his eyes.“Get on the plane.”“But why? I can just stay here. If you’re going to do something to me, you can do it here. If you need to kill me, I get it. I’m not naïve, but I didn’t get to say goodbye to my sisters. I didn’t—”“Wildflower.”He stops me, cupping my jaw with one hand, forcing my eyes to his. That warmth in his gray eyes burns straight through me.
Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 48. Stop Fighting Me
CharliI fidget with the phone in my hands, tapping my fingers against the screen even though I’ve already stared at it for ten minutes.I hover over Ali’s name, then Jo’s. Then I shut off the screen and twirl it again.I spoke to them both earlier, but everything I said felt like a lie because I couldn’t answer Ali when she asked me what was the price Elijah had made me pay.I couldn’t tell them about the kiss, about how much I liked it. Hated it, loved it, whatever. I can’t even admit it to myself.The sound of the door clicking makes my chest jerk.I haven’t seen Elijah since the garden yesterday. He didn’t sleep in here last night, so just the sight of him makes my stomach flip.He’s dressed simple, a pair of dark pants, crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He moves so slowly, controlled and my pulse spikes.His gray eyes sweep over me, as if he can see right through my baby blue dress, and then he focuses on the way I hold on to the phone. That same hunger I saw in hi
Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 47. Fucking Never
JoI stare at him from behind the counter, my apron digging into my ribs. I catalog automatically.1.) Leather jacket, worn, but definitely expensive. 2.) black pants. 3.) Gun tucked neatly beneath his arm.His posture is loose, easy. What is he doing here?The probability that he’s just here for coffee? 7%. He’s not here for that, no matter what he says.He gives me that sweet, practiced smile. “Hi, Jo.”My stomach flips like it does when I finish coding something and it runs smoothly. I blink out of my analysis. “What are you doing here?”He shrugs, rocking back on his heels. Casual, like him being here hasn’t just blown up my entire day. “Just getting some coffee.”I frown, sharp, and turn to Emily. “Can you cover the register?”Her blue eyes dart from me to Tony, to the gun at his side and back to me. She nods quickly, cheeks flushing red.I untie my apron slowly, tilting my head just enough that Tony follows. His eyes track me, observant but amused. Like he thinks I’ve invited hi
Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 46. Little Reaper
AliI ride him hard, faster than he deserves, chasing something I know damn well isn’t going to come.He’s got a decent cock. It’s big enough, fills me the way I like, not to mention he holds onto my hips like a real man does.But it doesn’t fucking matter.I’m not going to come. I already know it.My palms press into his slick chest. I throw my hips back harder, focusing on the rhythm, the slap of skin on skin.I don’t focus on his moans. They’re coming from the wrong throat.I can’t focus on his eyes. They’re too light. Too empty. Too blue.The ones that won’t leave my head are intense, sharp, and chocolate brown. They’re burned into my memory from the second he sat across from me in that shitty café I can’t step foot in anymore.But this isn’t about the man beneath me, inches inside me. This is a body. A tool. A simple distraction.I roll my hips, fake the moan he’s been waiting for to feed his ego. My orgasm will be fake too. Just like the last one. And the one before that. Three
Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 45. Not What I Said
CharliI stomp down the hallway toward Elijah’s bedroom, my thoughts a chaos that I can’t control.That man gives me whiplash.He’s the sexiest, most infuriatingly beautiful man I have ever seen, and yet he kills for a living, for hobby, even. He killed someone for touching me, like I was his to protect, like it angered him and yet he threatened my sister. He treated her life was nothing but leverage.To manipulate me into agreeing to that stupid, idiotic kiss.I slam the door behind me, leaning against it, hands pressed to my face.Oh, he kissed me like he knew me, like he knew exactly what to do to make me turn to jelly. He tore the ground right from under me.And then he just looked at his watch, adjusted his shirt and walked away. Like nothing had happened.I walk across the room and catch my reflection in the mirror. It makes me freeze and let out a horrified gasp. My lips are swollen, wet, bruised. My curls are a mess, tousled, and my cheeks are flushed, my eyes glossy.I look,
Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia 44. I'm Terrified
CharliI panic.I set down the coffee cupon the table before me and stand. “I should probably go, let you get ready for court—”“Charli.”“He said that you guys had to go, right? And the trial it—”He’s up from his seat, but I can’t stop my mouth.“Um, I can just pretend I didn’t hear you practically tell a judge what to do, but I know you have to go today, and then it will be over, right? And I should let you go so you can get ready and go—”He’s in front of me, his hand around my neck. “Breathe.”I’m breathing, just too fast, too harsh. He drags his fingers down my neck, to my collarbone. I press my lips together as my body breaks into goosebumps.Despite how his closeness makes everything in me go into fight-or-flight mode, I catch my breath. The panic is slowly replaced by a hot, sticky, rising need. My mind spins out of control, and I remember how he felt. Hard and strong beneath my legs when I straddled him.“How far does that blush go?”I blink at him. “What?”His eyes crinkle
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