Blood and Secrets 4: Mateo: The Calvetti Crime Familia, #4

By Rose Harper

They wanted a leader?
Well now they have a Queen.
They will either bow before me, or I will kill them all.

There are three things you never do to someone as merciless as me.

1. Screw them over.
2. Lie.
3. Take what's theirs.

She will get what's coming to her,
And I'm going to relish the blood I spill.
Two down;
Two more to go.
And she went straight to the top of my list.

Everyone thought I was bad before?
They have no idea the six levels of Hell I'm about to unleash.
The pain.
Death.
Destruction.

Oh, but they will.
They will know all too soon.

Do you think I will succeed in my mission?
Travel within enemy territory and take back what's mine?
Well, of course I will.
I refuse to lose at anything.

Because there's one thing you never do to a bloodthirsty, sadistic Queen,
And that's wronging her by taking her King.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.M. Roberts
• Release date: Feb 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386093091

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

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Cover Art by Mae’s Wicked Grafix

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SYNOPSIS

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They wanted a leader?

Well now they have a Queen.

They will either bow before me, or I will kill them all.

There are three things you never do to someone as merciless as me.

1. Screw them over.

2. Lie.

3. Take what’s theirs.

She will get what’s coming to her,

And I’m going to relish the blood I spill.

Two down;

Two more to go.

And she went straight to the top of my list.

Everyone thought I was bad before?

They have no idea the six levels of Hell I’m about to unleash.

The pain.

Death.

Destruction.

Oh, but they will.

They will know all too soon.

Do you think I will succeed in my mission?

Travel within enemy territory and take back what’s mine?

Well, of course I will.

I refuse to lose at anything.

Because there’s one thing you never do to a bloodthirsty, sadistic Queen,

And that’s wronging her by taking her King.

Blood and Secrets:4

The Calvetti Crime Family

1

CARINA

Clenching my fists tightly, I show no fear or cower before him as he makes his way toward the shower. The cuts along my knuckles break open from the force, little droplets of crimson blending with the water as it slides down the drain.

I have no idea who this motherfucker thinks he is, but he has no idea who he’s dealing with.

Liam, I spit his name as if it’s a disgusting taste on my tongue. I already feel tiny prickles of adrenaline dance across the expanse of my naked flesh—the zap of its electrical current putting me even more on edge. "It will do you well to get the fuck out of this room before I make you leave. I’m not in the mood for your shit right now; nor anyone else’s for that matter."

From the first moment I laid eyes on him and Jake, I knew neither of them was up to any good. And him coming in here—against the orders to stay out of Mateo’s domain—just solidifies my assumption of what a lousy piece of shit he is.

Whoever he and that Jake person are, they aren’t here to make sure no harm befalls Mateo. I can clearly tell by the way their eyes dance with maniacal glee every time they get word of Mateo being in a potential deathly situation. Even though they don’t think anyone sees it, I do. I see everything that goes on in this house because, quite frankly, it’s my goddamn house. My people to stand up for and protect. And if I have to defend them from two of whom are supposedly our own, I will.

I stand silently fuming as his eyes continue to trail up and down my body. I can nearly feel his beady little gaze roam over every inch of my flesh, lying in wait to see if his presence makes me feel something.

Licking his lips, he braces a hand on the marble tile next to the shower door, practically snubbing me, yet hating the fact that he craves me at the same time.

Liam, get the fuck out of here! My voice grows louder, more lethal.

Humming, he replies, I don’t think I will, sweetheart. You see, you’re going to be a good little bitch and give me what I want, then you’re going to give my good buddy Jake something, too.

Oh, really? I ask, moving for the first time as I turn to fully face him.

This little punk clearly doesn’t know who he’s messing with. The woman he’s bothering is already in a shitty mood and just waiting for the fight bell to ding before fucking someone’s shit up.

Whoever sent him in here must have big balls, but they’re not going to have any by the time I’m through with them.

I’m tired of being pushed, looked over, and essentially labeled by the men in the house as a fragile little female. That’s not who I am, and it’s not who I was raised to be—if you can call what I experienced when I was younger as being raised. If I left it up to my training from childhood, every person in this house would be dead twice over.

Anger steadily unfurls in my gut, and the sight of Liam with that smug expression on his face is just making it worse. Each second I’m stuck staring at him, the more I want the haze of murderous intent to overwhelm me. I want to let loose, showing every person in this house what I’m capable of.

Luca already knows, but the others have no idea. They don’t know the depraved things that flow through my thoughts. They don’t understand that it takes everything inside me not to succumb to the thought of torturing them, feeling the pleasure of holding their lives in my hands.

And Liam? Jake? They can't comprehend the amount of hell I can rain down on them. But they’re about to, because I’m sick of holding all this shit back. I’m so fucking tired of living a lie.

I’m a goddamn Reap. The boogeyman of everyone’s nightmares. I’m not this stay-at-home wife who dotes on the men coming and going. And if anyone expects that of me, they’re going to be sorely mistaken.

I’m going to start acting the way I’ve been trained to.

Emotionless.

Hard.

Unhinged.

Vicious.

It’s time to open up the door and throw away the key.

You sure you want to go there with me? I ask, compartmentalizing my emotions once and for all. Even if they don’t want to be tucked back from where they came, those motherfuckers are of no use to me, and they will get me nowhere.

No more talking, you little bitch, he growls, moving to jerk the door open. I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours until you can’t take it anymore. Then, my buddy is going to have his way with you before we slit your throat and leave you to rot.

They are, are they? A sickeningly, disturbing smile spreads across my face as if it were a serene mask as I soak up the summer rays in the middle of June. The more obnoxious he is, the more fun this is going to be. He’s cocky, arrogant—everything a little greenhorn like him should be. But, he clearly doesn’t realize who’s further up the food chain here, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of showing him.

Balling my fist up, I look up through my wet eyelashes. He needs to die, Reap. Steal the breath from his body. Before he can do anything, I release a blood curdling scream as every bit of rage festering inside of me spills out. The sound of the shower glass shattering hits my ears as my fist flies through it, but it’s nothing as sweet as the sound of his surprised gasp and choked, pain-filled cry as my fist connects with his nose.

Ignoring the glass, I jump out of the shower and walk toward him. Everything is calm inside of me, which should be worrisome. Only, it isn’t. Not even close. Instead, it makes me feel freer than I have in a very long time. I’m finally able to be the person I want to be, and it’s only by accident that this fool is the one getting the brunt of my fury.

You think you can come up here, fuck me, then knock my ass off?! I yell, swinging my fist once more. It lands dead center on the side of his face, knocking his head to the right so hard I hear his neck pop in three