Ninth Circle Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Thriller Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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The flight was going to take roughly six and a half hours, which would get me home after leaving the airport just in time for dinner. I was good enough to call ahead to Denny’s favorite restaurant to order dinner to be picked up and spent the rest of my time at the airport and in the air, enjoying my success.

Everything went well, and I picked up my little leased Miata from the airport parking and made my stop to pick up dinner before heading home, all but vibrating with excitement. This deal, along with my raise and end-of-year bonus, is going to mean mid-six figures for me, something I thought it would take years for me to achieve.

I turned onto my street and almost passed my driveway because there was an extra car in my driveway. I reversed, and sure enough, it was my rental with Denny. The car looked a bit familiar, and I figured it was one of his friends, probably gaming now that the old ball and chain wasn’t around to make them keep their feet off my furniture.

I opened the door quietly, already feeling the excitement of not only being back days early but frothing at the mouth to tell him my news. The first thing I noticed was that the light was off in the room he’d turned into his game room, and then the sounds reached my ears, and my heart sank.

I slipped off my shoes and walked over to the dining table, where I placed the bag with our dinner. I separated the two meals, steak for me lobster for him. I took my time opening my containers and sniffing my food which is a horrible habit, but so is a dog licking its balls in public, and nobody ever says anything to their fur babies for doing that shit so they can get bent.

I closed my eyes at the first taste, then decided I needed a nice full-body red to go with it. I went to my wine closet and chose a Bordeaux, then snagged a goblet and a wine key before making my way back to the table.

I had lost track of time, which meant they must’ve fallen asleep because Denny is, and will always be, a one-minute man. He came out of the room buck-ass naked and in full yawn, scratching his gut and sniffing the air like a hound dog in heat.

His yawn was cut short when he saw me sitting there cutting into my steak as if I had all the time in the world. I said nothing. Hot Crotch Nettie came out behind him, equally as naked, and stopped short after running into the back of him. She looked like Bambi after she got shot or ran over or whatever the hell happened to that poor fawn. I wouldn’t know; I never saw the shit. I hunt deer. I don’t wanna see that shit.

I don’t know why the two of them were just standing there while I covered my meal with the container covers and finished my wine, but they both jumped when I got to my feet and walked toward them.

I didn’t stop, just kept walking past them into the bedroom. That damn blasted mattress was hard as hell for my five-foot-three ass to drag off the bed. I think I was more upset about the fact that I was going to have to shell out another few grand to replace my pillow top than I was about the two hemorrhoids in my way.

I fought that monster out of the room, not sure where I got the added strength and moved past them and out the backdoor, which I had to wrestle open. I dropped the mattress in the middle of the backyard and went back inside for the fire starter that I use to light the outdoor firepit in the winter and fall.

The two statues were still there; I think they were in shock. That bitch wouldn’t light for shit, so I headed back inside and got a big old butcher knife. That’s when I heard feet running. I hacked the mattress to pieces, stuffed some leaves and twigs in the holes, and lit it. “Now that’s a fire.”

I got the garden hose and wet around the burning bed so as not to catch the damn house on fire, then stood around and waited until the bed was good and gone. I put out the embers and headed inside to get my phone. The two lovebirds were gone.

I called my three brothers on conference. “Alyssa, how did it go?”

“I got the account; I came home early and found Denny and Lacey in my bed.”

“Which Lacey? Your best friend’s sister.”

“That would be the one.”

“Okay, stay calm.”

I hung up and went back to finish my meal. Ten minutes later, I heard squealing tires in my driveway. I think I need another bottle of wine. It’s going to be a long night.


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