The Rising (Unlawful Men #4) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Unlawful Men Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
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“Will someone tell me what the fuck is happening?” Danny orders shortly.

“Spittle’s dead.”

“Who killed him?”

“Beau.” I don’t question that. She’s a stellar shot. She also needed to keep her escape open, hence using Spittle as a doorstop.

“Now she’s at Burrows’s.”

“What?” Rose gasps, shooting forward in her seat, forcing Danny to pull her back.

“There was an empty box in there,” I explain. “Security guards dead, cameras cut. It’s Burrows.” Burrows and who the fuck else? “She’s at his place.” What I don’t know is whether she went there willingly, or if Burrows forced her.

“You realize this is a trap, don’t you?” Danny says. “He wants us, not Beau.”

“Do you want me to drop you off anywhere?” I ask, serious. I can see the mental battle he’s having. His loyalty to me but his love for Rose. I don’t envy him. This is the pinnacle moment in this fucking nightmare.

So I decide for him, screeching up at the curb and calling Fury, giving him the address. Rose is sobbing as she gets out, clinging to Danny like she’s afraid he might abandon her. His face is impassive. But his eyes? They blaze with a hatred I can relate to. He doesn’t need to speak. His icy eyes tell me everything he wants to say.

Make it messy.

He closes the door, and I pull away fast, looking at them on the roadside in the rearview mirror, Danny’s arms wrapped around his woman.

I exhale, rubbing at my temple, trying to remember how it feels to have Beau in my arms. In this moment, I can’t.

I return my eyes to the road, my head fucking bent.

This will be a crime of love.

But for who?

I park as close as I can to Burrows’s apartment without risking being detected and jog down the street, my gun in one hand, my phone in the other. The lights are on, the whole place glowing. I creep around the back, my body hard, tense, shaking.

“The curtain,” Otto whispers, nodding to a window. I look and see a slight gap, and breathe in my anticipation, looking back at Otto whose attention is on his screen. He nods. She’s in here. I peek through the small sliver between the curtains.

And my heart drops into my stomach when I see Beau unconscious on the floor.

39

BEAU

Voices. Muffled words. A low, irritating buzz. The fridge?

Then a woman’s voice.

I open one eye, just a fraction, trying to see . . . anything. Trying to make out their words. My head is ringing, my left arm dead. My eyes dart but stop when I see a pair of shoes across the room. I recognize them.

Oh God, no. How could this be?

My poor brain is in no position to compute what is happening. How it’s happened. How I never knew what was right in front of me this whole time. “Beau? Beau, can you hear me?” He sounds fraught, stressed, as he comes closer, and my already racing heart gets faster and faster until I am unable to play dead anymore. I open both eyes, but my vision is far from clear, and my hearing is a whoosh of inaudible words. “Jesus, Beau.” He crouches before me and strokes my hair back, and I look up to see him glancing around, his gun poised, ready to shoot. He’s sweating. Breathless. I hear a noise outside the window. “Fuck,” he curses, returning his eyes to me. I mumble some garbled words. I don’t know if he understands them. “I’m so sorry,” he says, sounding distant. Grainy.

I move fast. I don’t know if it’s fast enough.

Bang.

40

JAMES

I rest my back against the wall, my mind racing, feeding me instruction after instruction. I can’t get them straight. Can’t think clearly. I growl, my teeth gritting.

Think!

I take a deep breath, telling myself I can’t go in there, guns blazing. But then a gunshot sounds, and all rationale is lost, along with my fragile temper. I roar and lift my arm, throwing my elbow back into the window, shattering it, and I’m through it soon after, numb to the sensation of glass ripping through my arm.

I scan the room and nearly fall to my arse when I see Beau on her knees, sobbing.

Burrows’s head is in her lap, his eyes open, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth. His hands cover his neck, blood spilling through the gaps, pouring all over the floor and Beau.

“No,” she sobs, rocking back and forth, crying her fucking eyes out. “No, no, no.”

My heart splinters, my gun lowering, my useless body motionless. Clueless. She looks at me, her eyes welling, and I’m about to go to her, but I hear a noise from another room.

My body hardens again, and I follow the sound to the front. “James, no!” she yells. “Please, come back!” The front door is open, and I rush outside, seeing a woman pulling away in a Ford.


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