Empire of Pain (Torrio Empire #3) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
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He’s still smirking when he jerks his head toward the door. “See for yourself.”

“Wait.” Romero throws out an arm to block me. “I’d like an explanation. Why so many cars and so few people?”

“They won’t be driving home. They won’t be driving anywhere. There are two still breathing from Moroni’s side: Jack and his oldest daughter.” Sebastian’s eyes gleam while a satisfied smile stretches his lips. “Congratulations are in order. I’m getting married.”

“He agreed to your deal?”

“Big time. He was so desperate to end you after Dominic he would have agreed to anything. He gave me his daughter and I was supposed to give him the men and the money to get to you.” He lifts a shoulder. “Whoops. I guess I lied.”

I’ve had enough of this waiting game. “I’m going in.”

“One second.” Sebastian’s mask slips, revealing the conniving bastard beneath the surface. “I’m going to need a little more than we first discussed when we made this deal.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Romero mutters, shaking his head.

“Out with it,” I urge, ignoring the comment. “What do you want?”

“Everything. I want all of Moroni’s holdings.”

Romero barely stifles his laugh, but I fail to find the humor. My impulse is to agree, to give him everything and anything he wants so long as it means putting an end to this. Instead, I think back on the intel we compiled on Jack’s finances, his holdings, the properties scattered over the east coast. Compared to my empire, it’s nothing. An anthill in the shadow of an armed fortress.

But there was a reason I didn’t want the kid to get his hands on everything all at once. The fear of him becoming too powerful, too fast. Thinking back on the sum of Jack’s meager little portfolio, I feel better about the prospect. “It’s yours.”

Romero’s head swings my way. It’s either wisdom or shock that keeps his mouth closed. Not that I need to hear what he’s thinking. This is my call. This is my family. My well-deserved vengeance.

“Now. Can we proceed?”

“Be my guest.” Sebastian steps aside, wearing a victorious smile, and I move forward, into the brightly lit space. Instead of a massacre involving my men and my ex-wife, it’s the sight of a prone Jack Moroni that catches my eye. He’s curled on his side, his hands tied behind his back, his ankles bound, and a gag in his mouth. Sweat coats his skin and soaks through his suit. The blood spattered on his jacket most likely came from the dead man lying a few feet away. He’s not the only one either, which explains the metallic tang hanging in the air. I count four dead in all.

“Please… let him go…” The soft, pitiful whimpers catch my attention, drawing my gaze to a girl whose red face is swollen and slick with tears. A pair of men flank her with a hand wrapped around each of her arms. “Just let us go, please!”

I recognize one of the men as Damien, Sebastian’s brother. “What do you want us to do with her?” he asks, appearing almost annoyed.

“Just keep a hold of her, while I help our guests out.”

“Shhhh, we’ll be leaving as soon as we finish here,” Sebastian assures her. She flinches before a broken sob tears its way out of her.

I turn my attention to Jack. He’s the reason I’m here, after all. “Hello, Jack,” I murmur, coming to a stop in front of him. “It’s been too long. How’s the family?”

His eyes are bloodshot, making their already icy color stand out in sharp contrast as he glares at me with pure hatred. Good. Let him hate me. Let him reflect on the pain he’s endured so far.

I crouch slowly, my gaze locked with his. “There’s something I want you to remember for what’s left of your short existence: everything that’s happening to you is your own doing. You chose to turn this into a war. You hijacked my shipments and attacked my business. You partnered up with Amanda. You kidnapped Bianca and my daughter. You set all of this into motion. There is no one to blame but yourself.” I break eye contact to glance over my shoulder at the weeping girl who will soon become a Costello. “You lost your only son as a result, and you were desperate enough to hand your daughter over to a man who double-crossed you. Look at all you’ve lost. All you threw away.”

His face is beet red and the heat radiating from his eyes intensifies as I stand.

“Get him in a chair. I want him sitting up for this.”

“Dad… no…” The girl tries in vain to fight against her captors, straining and tugging against their grasps.

“Take her out to the car,” Sebastian orders his brother. “I’ll be out when it’s over. No one touches the girl or I’ll cut off their hands.”


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