All Chapters of Daughters of Ruin: 3 Sisters fall for the Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

28 Chapters

21. Something Sexy

AliI pace like I’m trying to wear a fucking hole in the floor. Charli? With Elijah Holder?It makes my blood boil. I think back to my conversation with Jason, to the accusations he threw my way and wonder if Charli is a just a victim, a pawn being used to get me to confess.Every step I take as I circle my room sounds louder than it should. Every breath burns hotter than I can handle, and each one feels like it carries less oxygen.I am meant to keep my sisters safe. I am meant to make sure they are okay, but here I am throwing Charli into the wolf’s den. Most of the men I target are from the Syndicate, though that’s not intentional.I never stopped to think that I would get caught, and then that it would affect my sisters. Charli is paying the price I should be paying.My hands keep clenching and unclenching, and my heart, it hasn’t stopped punching my ribs since we left that damn pet shop. Since Ben spoke that horrific name.I drop to my knees and yank my bag out from under my bed.

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22. The Girl In the Mirror

CharliI trail behind Elijah, struggling to keep up with his long, purposeful strides.“A party?” I ask again, trying to sound casual, but the words stick in my throat. I feel like I’m running to keep up with him and I lose my breath.He says nothing, looking around arrogantly.I try again. “What kind of party?”He glances over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. “You’ll see.”That’s not even close to being an answer. I huff, continuing to follow after him.We walk deeper into the house, past rooms I haven’t seen yet, hallways like a museum. He stops in front of one and pushes it open without knocking.Inside, two women bustle around a wide bedroom, setting up a vanity table and laying dresses across a massive bed. They look up when we walk in, and the moment their eyes land on Elijah, their smiles tilt lower and their heads bow.I watch them, my eyes sliding to Elijah, who stands there like this is normal behavior. Should I be bowing my head to him every time I se

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23. A Dress For the Ripper

CharliA phone vibrates on the vanity and on of the women picks it up and looks down at the screen. “Mr. Holder is waiting for you downstairs.”Nerves shatter through me, threatening to make my knees buckle. Why am I feeling like this?I force my feet to move. The women don’t say anything as I walk to the door, but I can feel their eyes on my back like heat. As soon as I step into the hall, they slam the door shut behind me.The silk of the dress clings to my skin with every step I take. It whispers as I walk, ghosting against my thighs, reminding me how exposed I am. I’ve never worn anything like this.I bite my lip, chewing the inside raw, my mind spinning faster than I can control.Where is he taking me? What kind of party even is this? Will there be other Syndicate men? Will they ask me questions I can’t answer? Make deals with me standing there on his arm?What if this is some twisted kind of power play? What if he takes me to his club? What am I even supposed to do? Smile? Nod?

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24. Blood Under His Fingernails

CharliHe’s so close, his smell fills my nose until its lodged in my mind. A smell I know I won’t soon forget.The silence stretches, and I keep my hands in my lap, nails digging into my palms. It’s the only thing that stops me from trembling.“Your hair is straight,” he says at last. His tone is flat, but his eyes cut toward me.I subconsciously run my fingers through my hair and nod. “They said it would look better.”“And you agreed with them?”I glance at him, startled by the way he phrases it. “I didn’t disagree.”He tilts his head, just slightly. A habit, I’ve noticed, and his eyes trace the top of my head and then down my neck to where the dress lays against my chest.He’s quiet for another beat before he speaks. “You don’t like compliments, do you?”My throat goes tight, and I feel the heat crawling up my neck. “From you, I don’t.”His eyes narrow. “Why?”“I-I don’t know what they mean when they come from you.”He lets out a low sound, but it’s not quite a laugh. “Smart girl.”

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25. Alone

AliI hate the way the museum taunts me as I step out of the taxi.Stupid fucking museum.Charli used to love coming here as a child. She could stare at the paintings for hours and now here I am, paying penance for letting her get in danger’s way.There are so many people here that I have to fight to look normal, as if I’m not struggling to not kill someone. Really important people are here. Politicians, millionares, actors, highly ranked law enforcement. My stomach grows sick, knowing they all have ties to the Syndicate. That’s why they’re here.I hate the red carpet rolled across the stairs, the velvet ropes keeping people in their place. But what I hate the most is that I’m walking straight toward Jason Caravelli.He’s waiting for me at the top of the steps, half-shadowed by the columns. Black suit and a bowtie with his shoes cruelly clean. His hair’s slicked back, his expression unreadable, but those chocolate brown eyes watch me closely.My heels click against the stone as I clim

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26. The One Who Saves

Ali“You know,” I murmur, “if I angled my wrist just right, I could open your ribs like a zipper.”He doesn’t blink, doesn’t flinch. “But you won’t.”“Don’t be so sure.”“Because if you do,” he says calmly. “Elijah will have your head, and it won’t matter how much begging your sister does.”I frown, stepping back. My hands tremble from all the rage I cannot let out right now. I want to scream. I want to kill. Instead, I swallow all of it and smile, tight and mean. “You’re enjoying this.”He tilts his head like he’s studying a painting. “I’m enjoying you.”“You’re enjoying my death threats?”His eyes darken. “More than you know.”Jason brushes past me, heading toward the bar like nothing even happened. I follow, ignoring the way eyes slide toward us.When we reach the bar, he leans in close, just enough for his voice to brush my ear. “Stay by my side.”I snort, sharp and bitter. “Fuck you.”He gestures to the bartender for two drinks. “Elijah knows what you look like. If he finds you a

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27. Where Power Lives

CharliElijah hooks my hand through the crook of his elbow, and I flinch before I can stop myself.His arm is solid beneath my palm. I can feel the way he tenses his muscle, the way they ripple beneath his jacket. I crane my neck to look up at him, my throat closing. The man feels bigger every time I see him.My heart pounds so loud I’m sure he can hear it. I don’t know if I’m supposed to hold on to him, or just let my hand rest on his arm. I’m scared of doing something wrong.“Stay by my side,” he says under his breath. His voice, though smooth, leaves no room for argument.I nod, because what else do you do when Elijah Holder tells you to do something?I don’t know what we’re walking into exactly. A party at the Museum of Art sounds grand. Not to mention it’s hosted by people like him, that makes my stomach turn in terrifying ways.Am I about to walk into a room full of killers? Syndicate men in suits, who will be polite and smile all while blood stains their hands? I don’t know who

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28. That Look Right There

CharliTony walks away, and my whole body locks tight.Elijah doesn’t say anything as he watches him walk away, but I don’t miss the way he clenches his jaw. Without even looking in my direction, he slips his arm around my waist.My heart hammers in my chest. This is way too close for me. His thumb moves. A small, slow drag across the fabric of my dress, right at my hip.I forget how to breathe.A group of men approaches him, and he talks to them. I can’t make out half of their conversation. Something about the stock market and moving money around. It makes so sense to me, and I don’t even have the brain space to tryBecause all I can focus on is that thumb of his.The way it presses, circles, traces. Like it’s meant to calm me. Do I… like this?No one tries to talk to me, and I’m thankful for that at first, and then I’m suddenly left feeling like a piece of decor on Elijah’s arm. More like an object than an actual person.They don’t even look at me. Not really.There are four of them

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