Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Angel (Made Men #5) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Sarah Brianne |
| Language: | English |
| Book Information: | |
Angel is the son of the devil, bleeding Luciano blood. Adalyn is fascinated by bad boys, bleeding Caruso blood. Seized by his enemies, he’s only a moment away from death. Toying with the enemy, she’s about to get caught in her own trap. One kiss could betray his family and seal his fate. That kiss could cost her life. I’m just a f**king pawn. I just want to be a f**king mob wife. | |
| Books in Series: | Made Men Series by Sarah Brianne |
| Books by Author: | Sarah Brianne Books |
One
The Fallen Angel
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
There was a slight pep in her step as she got off the elevator and headed toward his office. To say she was head over heels and completely and utterly obsessed with the man she was going to see would be an understatement.
Stop it. He’s with Chloe now.
She stopped in her tracks, the pep in her step suddenly vanishing.
Lucca was with Chloe now, and though she was in love with the dark demon, he didn’t look at her the way he looked at his scarred beauty. In fact, he never had, and she doubted he had ever even seen the way she looked at him.
They’re perfect for each other ’cause … With a longing sigh, she quietly admitted to the universe what she hadn’t been able to before, “They’re soulmates.”
Since finding out Lucca and Chloe were officially a “thing,” she hadn’t been able to look at Lucca the same, knowing she wasn’t meant for him. Now, all she could hope for was to find a man who was made for her, a man who could make her forget all about Lucca, a man who could make her forget about the boogieman.
Pft. Yeah, good freaking luck with that.
Resuming her steps toward his office, the excitement gone, she told herself she would now and always at least enjoy the opportunity of being in his presence … and the view.
Others might fear being called into the boogieman’s office for the first time, but not her. It only enticed her. The dark, dangerous part of him was what drew her in more and more each day.
Seeing that his office door was open, she stepped right up to the doorway with a bright smile. “Hey, Lucca, you wanted to see …” Her voice trailed off when she noticed he was already talking to someone. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you were …” Her voice trailed off once more, but this time, it was because her breath had been taken away by the unknown man sitting in front of Lucca as he turned his head toward her.
Holy shit, he’s hot.
Her eyes couldn’t move from his dark orbs. They were black yet seemed like a light shone from behind them, turning them into a strange shade of dark gray. Drifting her eyes lower, she noticed a tattoo under his left eye, high on his cheek, consisting of four little dots that formed a diamond. When she slowly drifted her eyes farther down, she saw that his neck was completely covered in obscure tats as well. He was unlike anyone she had ever seen, too used to the well-groomed men who made up the Caruso mafia family. One thing was for sure. He sure as hell isn’t a Caruso.
Lucca’s dark voice echoed through the room with a hint of a smile in his words. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”
She hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath until she backed out of the doorway and turned around, walking to a seat outside the door.
Licking her now very dry lips, she couldn’t help turning her head back toward the door, hoping for a glimpse of the unknown man. She could hear Lucca’s muffled voice as he talked to the man who sat there without expression.
He had dark brown hair that was cut close to the skin on the sides, with longer hair that was pushed back on top, and a short, scruffy beard to match his bad boy aura.
Oh God, stop looking at him.
She quickly snapped her head forward, knowing he was nothing but bad news for her. No way in hell would her family let her get within a five-foot radius of him. Hell, her brother was probably on his way here right now—she swore he had a radar that told him every time she looked at an attractive man. She didn’t blame him. The ones she was attracted to were all mostly psychopaths.
She couldn’t help turning her head to look at him again, seeing that his tattoos got lost under his dingy dark clothing, only to reappear to completely cover his hands.
Yep, he’s a psychopath. The pain this man must have endured to cover the little bit of skin she could see made him one.
Clenching her hands together, she closed her eyes tightly and began to pray. Please, Lord, help me not fall into the Devil’s trap.
“What are you doing?” Lucca’s voice broke her feverous praying.
“I was …” She quickly stood up to face the gorgeous demon, only to look behind him to see the tatted man picking up a gold ring off Lucca’s desk.
As he started to slide it into his pocket, his dark gray eyes turned to see her cholate ones watching him. Finally, an expression passed his face, but it wasn’t the oh-shit-you-caught-me one you would think he would give her. Instead, as he finished sliding it into his pocket, it was like his dark eyes dared her to tell on him.