God of War (Legacy of Gods #6) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
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“And fire everyone in the house this time?”

“It’s doable.”

“Sam would hate you if she had to do all the chores.”

“Not if I triple her salary.”

“Not everything can be bought with money.”

“Yes, it can if it’s paired with both information and power. And you’re not evading my question. What’s with the fascination with girls?”

“What do you mean fascination?”

“During a nonsensical truth-or-dare game at uni, Nikolai Sokolov, aka Bran’s pet, as Lan calls him, said ‘Never have I ever fucked or experimented with someone of the same sex.’ You asked if a kiss counts, and when he agreed, you took a shot. I’m curious about the identity of said girl.”

My lips drop open around the straw.

I’ve always known Eli to be ridiculously good with details, the devil being there and all that, but I didn’t think he’d be able to recite a mundane conversation that happened over three years ago word for word.

“You weren’t there during the game. How come you know so much?”

“I have my methods.”

“Do your methods include quizzing Remi? Or Bran? No, it was definitely Remi. He has no concept of keeping a secret if disclosing it can serve him. What did you threaten him with?”

“Nothing much. Just that I’d decrease Ariella’s access to him.”

“Let me guess. Now you’d be willing to increase it if it fits your agenda?”

“Could be. But that’s for neither here nor now. Who was the girl?”

“It was an accidental kiss with Cecy when we were in secondary school. We were running, I fell on top of her and our lips touched. It was nothing.”

“Cecily didn’t drink.”

“Because, as I said, it was nothing.”

“You obviously didn’t categorize it as nothing or you wouldn’t have taken that shot.”

“You underestimate my ability to get as much alcohol in me as possible any chance I get. In the past, I mean. I’m clean now except for that drink I stole from Gemma and the others.”

He traces the rim of his glass with a nonchalance that doesn’t deceive me. “Do you miss the alcohol?”

“Hmm.” I slurp my mojito and stare at the mint leaves. “I do sometimes, but I guess I rather miss the escapism it gave me more than the taste itself. The hangover usually came with emptiness, and I dreaded it so much that I fell back into the addiction headfirst. In reality, I don’t believe I miss it, no.”

I pause. It’s true. I don’t miss it. Not the alcohol, the mundane shallow clubbing circles, or the dancing and fooling around and attempting to attract attention. Everyone noticed me except for the one I craved.

My gaze flits to his and something mysterious shines bright behind those dark-grays.

He feels different today and I can’t put my finger on why. Is it because we finally fucked? Is it the possibility of more?

Or is it something entirely different?

The waiter comes to take our order. After we place it, I lean my cheek on my hand and watch him. Like, really watch him. The light flecks of gray and blue in his otherwise stormy eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the dispassionate look on his face. He appears a bit tired, though nothing is particularly out of place. Everything about him is controlled to the most minuscule detail.

Now that I think about it, the only time he loses control, momentarily, is when his body touches mine.

I wish I knew what he thinks about. I’d be a fly on the wall of his brain if he’d just permit me a front-row seat. Or maybe not a fly since that could be bad. A neuron. A memory, perhaps.

Except for the one when I made a fool out of myself.

“So who knows about your unorthodox method to get me off alcohol?” I ask with no actual bitterness. Probably because I feel none. At least, not anymore.

“No one does for sure. They think I helped like a very devout husband.”

I snort. “If there was an award for the least devout husband, you’d win it with flying colors.”

“Hardly.”

“I really want to remember so I can know what on earth I was thinking when I agreed to marry you.”

“It was the best decision you’ve ever made.”

“Hardly,” I shoot back with a smile. “You’re, like, at the very end of my possible prospects.”

“Possible prospects being who, exactly?”

“Nice try. If I give you names, you’ll sabotage them for laughs, and I can’t turn a blind eye to your toxic habits anymore.” After all, I already have his attention now. I’m just not sure if it’s the right type of attention.

Or if this sort of fickle attention will ever develop into something more.

His fingers tighten around his glass the slightest bit, a change of body language I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t observing him with hawk-like attention. “Did you wake up today and decide to transform my life into hell?”


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