The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) Read Online Free Page A

know,” Jazmin pipes in, leaning into me as if we’re a couple. Yeah, we’re a couple all right. A couple of people who would shoot the other one in the back if given the chance.
    “This is true. But you see, this is my only nephew. I’m happy for him. He’s been through a lot these past few years. So has his bride. I’ll do everything to make sure the two of them stay happy and no one tries to ruin their happiness.” I almost choke on my mom’s insinuation. Again, Jazmin doesn’t pick up on a thing. She smiles politely, showing her agreement.
    “I’ll let your dad know you’re here,” she says and strides away.
    “Shall we?” I ask pleasantly.
    “I’m excited. Never would I have guessed I would be attending this wedding. I mean, we all know how our families don’t get along. Maybe with us seeing each other, we’ll be able to call a treaty like The Diamonds and Solokovs did. I mean look, they hated each other once, and now their children are getting married. I think it’s wonderful.”
    This bitch is good. I’d love to give her my honest answer to her dumb question. Two families who despise each other can make amends. Become friends. Not in our case though. When one family provides the drugs to help set another family member up to go down for shit they knew nothing about, then fuck no, we do not become friends. We kill to the death like male BETA fish do when they’re dropped in a tank. Either kill or be killed. I’m not about to die. I’ll seek revenge in the most excruciating form.
    In my case, I’m killing them all. Wiping out the entire empire. With no misconceptions, no turning back, and no remorse.
    She loops her arm through mine. My skin is screaming at me to take a shower. To wash her filth off of me.
    “Two dates do not qualify as us dating. And if another marriage is what you’re looking for, you won’t find it in me, Jazmin. Ever. Let’s find a seat.” Her red-stained lips part open, a soft gasp of surprise escaping her soiled mouth. Everything about her is unclean. And the Oscar goes to? Her, not me. Dumb bitch.
    We walk the rest of the way in. I guide her around the back of the last pew. I know I’ll be spotted the moment the guys all stand up there. I should be one of them. Up there with my cousin, my friend. I’ve fucked them all over with this personal vendetta I have.
    I hate myself for it. I follow behind Jazmin, allowing her to sit first. The minute I sit, I spot her. Anna. Her hair color is different. One of her sexy as hell shoulders is bare, exposing skin my fingers curl up into a fist over, because all they want to do is touch her. She hasn’t seen me yet. She’s talking to her mom and an older man.
    Her pheromones are invigorating. Sweet and innocent. Airborne to a degree that stimulates a stir to my cock. He hasn’t awakened since the last time I saw her. Before she was taken from me.
    The music starts and yet I still can’t look away. The minute she stands, her tiny frame rotates in my direction, her gaze darting all over. My mind is wondering if she’s searching for me. Hoping.
    When her baby blues find me, I feel a hit of regret in my chest. She’s hurting. I would give anything to not be the cause of her hurt. For her to see the real me. The man who wants her more than anything. I would walk through a burning fire with nails sticking of out my body for her to look at me the way she used to. She’s not though. Instead, she looks defeated. Like she knows she’s truly lost whatever connection we once had. The pull deflates in her eyes, and fuck if it doesn’t puncture my gut worse than any gunshot ever did.
    I observe her stance. It’s assured, stronger, if at all possible. Her head is held high. Her shoulders are pulled back. Christ, how I wish I could jump over these pews and touch her. Hold her up against me, run my fingers down her bare arm. She’s killing me with that sexy as fuck dress. I’m unable to see the whole thing from where I’m standing, but