Envy: The Deadliest Sin Series, #4

By Gwyn McNamee

They say envy is green.

Not in my experience.

It's choosing violence over your conscience.

It's stabbing someone in the back to get ahead.

It's being willing to spill the blood of those you love to get what you want.

So, no...envy isn't green.

It's blood fucking red.

And to rule the city of Chicago, I'll bathe in it.

 

Envy is the fourth book in The Deadliest Sin series about organized crime in Chicago. This series is best read in order beacuse the stories occur chronologically and each sin builds on the events of the previous one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gwyn McNamee
• Release date: Oct 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393196570

Gwyn McNamee

Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat. When she isn’t either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels). Gwyn is the author of The Hawke Family series, The Slip Series, The Deadliest Sin Series, The Inland Seas Series, The Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd (written as her alter-ego, DP Payne), and several stand-alone novels.

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Envy

Envy

THE DEADLIEST SIN SERIES - BOOK 4

Gwyn McNamee

ENVY

© 2020 Gwyn McNamee

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Contents

Preface

Prologue

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

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

About the Author

OTHER WORKS BY GWYN MCNAMEE

To everyone who has ever envied and had to pay the price.

Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

-Anonymous

Prologue

THEN (A YEAR AGO)

Becoming Envy

Iend the call before the man on the other end of the line can ask any questions and take a long drag from my cigarette. Nicotine courses through my system, but even it can’t still my shaking hand.

It’s done.

He wouldn’t get the answers he seeks anyway. Not from me. I gave him just enough to get him where he needs to go.

Things have been set in motion. A runaway train now barrels down on those who stand in my way. It’s only a matter of time before the collision will occur, and there won’t be any survivors of the carnage. Except me, watching at a safe distance from the sidelines, waiting in the wings to step up and take what’s mine.

I’ve worked far too long to see this all come to fruition. To finally get what I deserve. It feels like it’s been a lifetime. And it almost has been.

They say envy lives and breathes in your soul. That it eats away at you like a cancer, latching onto your vital organs. A disease you can’t see or feel but one that will destroy you, nonetheless.

I’ve felt envy for longer than I can even remember.

For what everyone else has, for what they have—the Morenas, the Gashis, my own damn brother. But most of all, for what our family lost by trusting the wrong people—the power, the prestige, the wealth, the fear. We had all of it. Then it was taken away.

Well, they’re the ones who trusted the wrong person this time. They trusted me.

Envy got me to where I am today, poised on the precipice of regaining what was so stupidly lost. And I’m not going to let anyone stand in my way now.

Not even my own blood.

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NOW

The girl with my cock down her throat tightens the suction around my hard flesh and moans, sending ripples of pleasure straight to my balls. I thread my fingers through her hair and shift my hips up, forcing myself farther down her throat.

My cell phone rings on the desk, and I glance at the screen to see who’s calling.

Fuck.

I can’t ignore this, as much as my cock and I would love to pretend it’s not ringing. If it were anyone else, I might silence it and continue enjoying the moment. But that’s not an option. I grab the phone with my free hand and swipe open the call. Mr. Rose, to what do I owe the pleasure?

The blonde pulls off my dick with wide eyes, and I force her back down with a firm hand.

Did I tell you to fucking stop, bitch?

Krishti, a man can't even get a good blow job anymore.

Mr. Syla, it sounds like you’re otherwise occupied. Would another time be better? Rose's smooth, lightly accented voice grates on my nerves. He’s always so damn smug.

The blonde sucks me back into the wet heat of her mouth and drags her tongue along the entire underside of my cock.

I grit my teeth and suck in a deep breath. Now is fine, Rose.

Excellent. Because we have something important to discuss.

Oh, yeah? What the fuck is that?

Rose and I aren't exactly chummy, and we haven't even spoken since the bombing, so I don't know what the hell he thinks we need to talk about so urgently. Whatever it is better be damn good to be taking attention away from this much-needed relaxation.

Look, Mr. Syla, you and I are the new kids on the block, so to speak, and after what happened at the meeting—

A strange mixture of pleasure and anger flares in my veins—one of the risks of getting blown while talking to an enemy. A meeting which was set up in the first place to try to figure out a way to take me out, asshole. Let’s not forget that.

I certainly never will.

Rose chuckles, and I can almost picture him shaking his head with his feet casually propped up on his desk, like he wasn’t part of a combined effort of the families who run Chicago to get rid of me. Actually, Rose is too prim and proper to ever put his shoes on furniture. Probably wipes his ass with gold toilet paper and flushes with bottled water, too.

The man who leads one of the most powerful cartels in South America and seems intent on taking over Chi-town too laughs at my outburst. Now, now, Michael, it was just a little get together amongst business acquaintances.

That I wasn't invited to. So they could discuss ways to stop me from advancing my interests and encroaching on their territories.

Which is exactly why you are the prime suspect in the bombing.

Oh, so this is why he's calling…

He’s on a fishing expedition, hoping I’m going to open up to him and let something slip that will incriminate me. Give them the final straw they need to justify removing me permanently, just like I did my predecessor.

I push my hand through the blonde’s hair as she tightens her fist around the base of my cock, adding a slight twisting motion every time her mouth retreats. "The way I see it, Rose, you're the prime suspect."

He chuckles again, a deeply arrogant sound that would get him shot between the eyes if we were in the same room. Why is that, Michael?

The girl swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, and I grit my teeth to bite back a groan.

Krishti, I wish I could be enjoying this more. Fucking Rose…

If the man really needs me to explain why he’s a suspect, then he’s not as smart as everyone seems to think. "Because you moved in, guns blazing, and have been pushing against the boundaries of your deal with Valentina since basically day one. Everyone knows you're looking for an opportunity