Unforgivable by Monique Moreau EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Monique Moreau
- Language: English
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- Genre: New Adult & College Romance, Contemporary Romance
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“A tutor?” I spit out.
Irritation thrums through me and I flick my wrist, repositioning
the cuff links of my shirt to align with the button of my jacket.
Anton, sitting on the red couch, snorts. Marku lounges back in his chair,
the brown leather creaking under his hefty weight. He gives me that classic
smirk of his.
Cristo, my cousin and the second-in-command of my clan, asked us to
stay once the weekly meeting was over and all the other soldiers and officers
cleared out. We sat back down and he dropped this bombshell.
I must’ve heard wrong because… Hell no.
Anton chuckles and I have the urge to cuff him upside the head. Of
course, he’d never abide such disrespect and we’d end up in a scuffle. Eyeing
the fancy Persian rug dubiously, I wonder how Nelu would handle us
breaking shit up in his office. Not well, I imagine.
Suddenly, my fantasies of revenge are overtaken by another thought.
“There’s a fucking war about to explode with the Russians and you’re
worried about my high school grades?”
“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Cristo grumbled half-heartedly.
I wave off his complaint. “It was inevitable and you know it.”
“That’s beside the point. You’re failing, you dumbass runt, so you can’t
talk yourself out of this. Graduating is nonnegotiable, Lucian, and at this
point, you’re not going to,” Cristo warns. “How are you gonna marry Roxie,
knowing the kind of family she comes, without a high school degree? She’s
sure as hell gonna have one. That’s not a good look for anyone, but especially
Leveling me a hard stare, he threatens, “You either comply or I break
every bone in your body, get me?”
He gives a shrug as he lights a cigarette. “If it’s any consolation she’s
pretty to look at.”
I don’t give a shit about what she looks like. Me and my boys have
single-handedly taken over the Jersey shore’s drug routes from the Bratva,
and now I’m gonna get tutored by some loser girl?
Nah, that’s straight-up embarrassing.
Marku’s one-sided smirk spreads into a full-on grin.
“A girl? And a Lupu one at that. Are you trying to humiliate me?” I
sputter out, shifting the seat I’m sitting on so that the outside leg lines up with
the side of Cristo’s desk.
I glance at the intricate red handwoven rugs covering every inch of the
floor, following the design in the matching hangings on the walls. If nothing
else, I can appreciate the symmetry of the office Cristo shares with his father,
Nelu. As anyone can tell from the decorations, it’s a different world out here,
across from the sparkling skyscrapers of Midtown Manhattan.
We’d be a better fit for a Habsburg castle in the old country rather than
twenty-first-century New York City. Every piece of furniture is ornate carved
mahogany, from the two desks facing each other to the vintage ruby-colored
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