Surviving (Ruined #4) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruined Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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With that, I stormed out of the chapel, slamming the door shut behind me so hard that the walls shook. I walked down the hall back to her room and leaned my forehead on the door, placing my hands flat against the smooth wood.

“Reina, baby, I know,” I said softly, hoping this would get her to open the door. “I know about your back.”

Suddenly, I heard the lock twist, and my heart twisted with it. The door opened. I stared down into her pale, upturned face. She’d lost weight. She didn’t look healthy at all. And she looked tired, her eyes bloodshot, misery coating them, hiding that once bright shine.

Her lips trembled. “You know?”

I pulled her to me and held her gently, cradling the back of her head, my other arm around her neck. “I know, baby, and I’m here. They won’t fucking get away with this.”

She broke down into tears.

6

Sam

The sound of Reina crying fucking tore my soul apart. She’d never cried like this—not in front of me. She always prided herself on being strong and resilient.

I knew this shit was fucking her up inside. My blood was boiling in my veins. I wanted to slaughter every fucking member of the Angels of Hell, and not just in the charter that had done this to her, but literally every fucking member.

She hadn’t deserved this. And the fact that she had suffered because of River and Adelaide’s son just pissed me off more. Why did they choose her? Why not take Adelaide?

Why her? That was the goddamn question I couldn’t get out of my fucking head.

I gently led Reina back into her room, kicking the door shut behind us. She was a fucking mess, gut-wrenching sobs tearing from her throat. I cradled the back of her head, wishing I could do something to ease her pain. Fuck, I wanted to erase that pain. She didn’t deserve this bullshit. It wasn’t goddamn fair to her.

And even worse than all of that? I knew she had to feel like this club was failing her, turning their backs on her. They hadn’t even bothered to tell her they were working on finding who did this. They didn’t tell her anything.

I knew without a doubt that Reina thought she was alone and on her own. And I wanted to fucking bash River’s face in for that shit because I knew he wouldn’t have hidden a goddamn thing from Adelaide if she’d been on the receiving end of this kind of brutality. In fact, if it were Adelaide, no one in this club would be resting until River had his revenge.

Fuck, they hadn’t even told me. I hadn’t found out until today. And while I knew they were probably respecting her wishes for no one to know, I was the mother fucking VP. I needed to know shit like this.

And River, of all fucking people, knew how I felt about her. As my best friend, he should have fucking told me despite what in the hell she wanted. If he had, she wouldn’t be feeling like this. Because I’d have taken care of this weeks ago, with or without my president’s blessing.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror Reina was fucking living with. In most clubs, a marked woman was a dead woman because most of the time, the only safety she might be able to find was within the club that had marked her.

Which was why most women were killed, especially if they knew too much.

Most clubs couldn’t chance the woman would run her mouth for protection, for safety.

But I knew Reina wasn’t like that, just as River and Joey knew.

I just wished I had fucking known sooner what in the hell was going on. I would have ridden my ass down to the Sons of Hell’s clubhouse and fixed all this shit before it got like this. She wouldn’t be feeling like this if I’d fucking known. But now it had festered; the internal wound and fear had become inflamed and infected, leaving her to drown and die inside.

Needing to ease her mind for a bit, at least to show her that I wasn’t turning my back on her, I gripped her chin, tilted her head back, and slanted my lips across hers. She moaned softly, her tears still sliding down her cheeks, coming down to mingle with our lips.

I licked at the seam of her wet lips, tasting her salty tears on my tongue. I then opened my eyes, running them over her pale face. Her eyes were still closed. She was still hiding from me, and I fucking hated it. I needed her to know that I was with her no matter what. Shit was changing, and she wasn’t doing this shit alone. Not anymore. Not ever again.

“Reina, baby, look at me,” I pleaded in a rough whisper.


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