Son of Saint (The Savage Heirs #1) Read Online Ruby Vincent

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Savage Heirs Series by Ruby Vincent
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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“It’s not the same guy coming after you,” she snapped. “I... know who killed Frenchie and the others.”

“What?” Sunny rose up. “Who?”

“Vito.” She spat the name. “Grandson of a former King. He wants Harlow and the fool believes he has a right to it. In the beginning, he was a loudmouth idiot begging for a broken nose, but over the years, he’s gathered a crew—all of them misogynist pigs chafing at taking orders from a woman. Your people weren’t killed during those raids or ambushes, but mine were. That should tell you right there we’re not dealing with the same guy.

“My enemy is Vito. If I lose focus to handle problems in your borough, Vito will take advantage and more of my people will die. Not happening, Sunny. Take your angel and your bestie and get yourself thrown out. See you at Christmas.”

The siblings locked in an iron stare. I ping-ponged between them, wondering how Sunny’s relentlessness fared against Genny’s disinterest.

“You know I can’t walk away, sis. Bane up and moved again without sending a forwarding. I know you know where he is. Take us to him.”

“Hmm.” She tapped her chin. “Sorry, can’t. Super busy today, tomorrow, and the next time you ask.”

“You’re going to help me.”

“Am I?” She laughed. “And why is that? How exactly do you think you’re going to make me?”

Sunny straightened to his full height—imposing even in rags. “If you don’t... I’ll tell Mom.”

Genny howled, nearly falling flat on her desk. “That’s the best you got? Do what I say or I’ll tell Mommy on you?”

Sunny fished out his phone.

“I’m a grown woman. That doesn’t work on me anymore.”

Beep, beep, beep chimed as he dialed.

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have to be my sister for me to read can you believe this guy? loud and clear.

No, I could not. I didn’t for the life of me know where Sunny was going with this, but I was embarrassed for him.

“Put the phone away.”

The call picked up. “Hey, Mom,” he answered.

“Seriously, Sunny.” Genny stretched out on her desk, breezily sipping her beer. “Hang up.”

“Not well, actually,” Sunny said. “Someone tried to kill me and Genny won’t help.”

“That’s a lie!” Genny sprung off the desk. Sunny took off running, and she tackled him, pitching them both on the couch.

“She said it’s my problem and she couldn’t give a shit!”

“He’s a liar! Give me the phone!”

I watched the display in disbelief.

“What’s that face?” Sienna asked. “That was us a little while ago, and us again in a few weeks when I snatch the television remote and try to run away with it. Some things don’t change, no matter how old you get.”

Genny got the phone off him. “Mom, it’s not like that,” she rushed to say. “But— But, Mom! When is Sunny going to take care of himself? Will I be bailing him out when he’s fifty?” The two managed to scrap though Genny was one-handed. He tried to tip her off and Genny sat on his head. “No. I’m not giving you attitude!”

Sienna stifled a laugh. I did a better job of holding it in. I had to give Sunny credit. He wasn’t above doing whatever it took to get what he wanted.

“Ugh,” Genny groaned, slumping over the couch. You knew defeat when you saw it. “Fine. I said I will, gawwwddd. I love you too,” she muttered almost too low for me to hear. Genny hung up, and flung the phone at the wall. “Let’s see you call your mommy now!” She wrapped her hands around Sunny’s throat, throttling him as he guffawed.

Goodness, this Hunt has a temper.

“Did... what I had to do,” he wheezed. “No regrets.”

“Like I have time to tramp through the woods, tracking Bane down. And that’s if he hasn’t moved again.”

Sunny pried her off. “Just get us to him and your part can be over after this. You can protect yourself and your crew, while I take this shit down. It has to be now, Gen. Whoever is coming for me almost got me, Liam, and Elizabeth.”

Genny froze. “Wait, what? Almost got Liam and Tricky? What are you talking about?”

“He put a bomb in their car.”

“He what?!” The shout brought biker chicks to the door. They banged on it, demanding to know what was going on. “The fucker came after my niece?” Genny shoved off him. We quickly got out of her way, moving aside for her to blow past and snatch keys out of her drawer. “Why didn’t you start with that? Move your asses, we’re losing daylight.”

Genny plowed through the door, barking orders. “Bugsy, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Turns out the junkie bum has a problem I do need to take care of. Missy, you’re doing collections tonight. Lola...”

I’m not sure what amazed me more, Genny’s command over the room or their respect for her. Genevieve Hunt wasn’t the tallest, the biggest, or the heaviest tattooed of the bunch—still, the hooting, bloodthirsty ladies became silent, head-bobbing, order-takers in her presence.


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