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Greed (The Elite Seven #7)

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Ker Dukey

K. Webster

Language:
English
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GREED (The Elite Seven Series #7)

I’m hungry.
My greed is insatiable.
I’m a slave to the need. The drive for more. For everything.
Once I decide I want something, the greed for it consumes me.
I want answers.
I want justice.
I want vengeance.
I want HER.

My best friend and his sister—the girl I vowed could trust in me and whom I would always protect—dropped off the map two years ago. My own father pledged assurances that they’d been living a life they deserved.

Lies. Lies. Lies.
Hell hath no fury like a man who has no fucks to give and a mission to fulfill his promise.

I may be a greedy sonofabitch, but I’m also a loyal one. Cross me or my brothers, and I’ll come for your throat. And my teeth are razor sharp.

When I discover the corruption running deep within my own bloodline, I take a stand to right the wrongs. I had no idea their darkness would lead me to the light—to her.

The Lust I have for her will keep me grounded.
The Wrath for those who betrayed us will ignite the fight inside me.
And the Greed for victory will consume our enemies in a tidal wave of Hell’s fury.

They say the three gates of Hell are Lust, Wrath, and Greed.
Well, open up, motherfuckers…Daddy’s home.
I am Micah Dixon.
I am Greed.

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Ker Dukey Books

K. Webster Books

Greed, in the end, fails even the greedy.

—Cathryn Louis

t h e e l i t e s e v e n

Since 1942, The Elite Seven Society has created and guided influential leaders, molding the country into something better. This society was birthed by Malcom Benedict II, who wanted more for Americans. More wealth. More influence. More power. Some leaders have the skills, but not the influence, and that simply wasn’t fair according to Mr. Benedict. He invested his own money and time to construct a society that bred the best of the best, year after year.

But to be the best, you must be ruthless.

Good leaders make sacrifices. Sometimes the sacrifices are hard, but the rewards are plentiful. Mr. Benedict made sure to indulge these leaders with their utmost desires. A devout Catholic himself, he designed a society that rewarded his leaders with the sins that were frowned upon. If they were giving up love and happiness and joy for the betterment of the country, they deserved something in its stead.

Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.

Choosing leaders for this society takes intense focus. Only seven are to be selected, and the investment and time are showered upon the new seven chosen every four years. The university’s acting dean behaves as a liaison for the society, bringing the applicants to the predecessors so the selection may begin. The society members going out will bring forth a candidate the society votes on and approves.

After they are chosen, the initiates are given a token and an invitation to initiation. The initiation tests their character and ability to do what’s right for the betterment of the society. Once the initiates pass their test, they are discreetly branded with the mark of the society and groomed through challenges during the course of their elite education to breed them into the influential people they were meant to be.

Once in The Elite Seven, there is no getting out. The money and power are their reward. Should they choose to stray or break the rules, the society strips them of everything. Anything they once had will be removed. Opportunities will never arise. They will no longer have the support of the society. To this day, there have been no known occurrences of anyone from the society having to be banished. Every young man and woman aspire to be a part of the elite group whispered about amongst the privileged. Anyone who is anyone knows of the group and secretly hopes their son or daughter is selected, for good fortune is showered on the family for decades to come.

Micah

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

A fire’s burned inside me since taking out Envy. As if I consumed the blaze that torched the church. Swallowed it whole like the fucking devil. The flames caress, licking over old wounds, healing, changing, creating new life from the ashes.

We defeated an enemy who pretended to be one of us—an enemy who tried to take something he had no right taking. I want to replay his death over and over so I can live in the pain of his screams. Feel justice being served over and over.

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

Now, we need to take out the final piece of the fucked up puzzle. There’s no rest for sinners.

We’re here to cut the head from the beast.

Finally.

Malcom Benedict.

His name alone sends a ripple of unease through my body. My heart roars like a war drum within the shelter of my ribs. The final battlefield is his office. These walls will become his tomb.

Dark, penetrating eyes slice through me with anger and disdain as we face off.

Beside me is Pride, shoulder to shoulder, a united front.

“Is this all you have? Do you not understand the rules?” Malcom growls, losing the cool mask he wears so well. “The order of things? You don’t get to defeat me. You’re all beneath me. I can’t be taken out by a bunch of boys pretending to be men. It’s going to take a little more than just the two of you.”

This pile of shit is the root of The Elite. His vines are buried so deep within us all, twisting, the thorns stabbing, bleeding us out. There’s no being free of him while there’s air in his lungs and his stone-cold heart still beats.

Pride stands, his chest heaving, an uncontained fury pouring from him in waves. His head turns, and his eyes meet mine, saying words he could never speak.

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

“They’re not alone.” A familiar voice slips through the air, saturating me in an icy dread. My heart pounds as they walk into the room from the open doorway. Another chess piece being moved across the board in this fucked up game The Elite play.

“Don’t be foolish,” Malcom snaps. “Pick the side you know is going to win. Haven’t we taught you anything?”


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