Rogue (In the life of the Rogue Book 1)

Rogue (In the life of the Rogue Book 1) by KaNeshia Michelle Read Free Book Online

Book: Rogue (In the life of the Rogue Book 1) by KaNeshia Michelle Read Free Book Online
Authors: KaNeshia Michelle
among the folks walking around in shorts and short sleeve shirts, and the women in sundresses and bathing suits. I fiercely wondered if the people in Southbeach Miami actually knew what winter was.
    I was three sheets flapping in the fucking wind, so the heat was even crueler.
    The flight to Miami from Chicago had been nothing more than a blur of hard liquor as I tried to drown away the heartbreak of losing my affair with Lulina. My little pep talk of being happy that she ended it because that would mean that ever closing pendulum over my head had creaked before it stopped swinging, was losing steam more and more. Zander hadn’t been wrong in his assumption of her; however, my heart had taken different paths than my head, and my dick was somewhere lost in the shuffle.
    Surely I could have better than a forty-seven year old woman who had yet to retire her wardrobe of sexy, tight, clothing that was better suited for a twenty year old.
    Lulina Wells was already used goods as far as the Families were concerned. Her marriage to Johnny had been her second, and his’ first. Before him, she was Lougotti’s young trophy wife. Lougotti ran Miami with an iron fist back in the day, and of course Lulina was tight on his ass when he held the reins. Now he was sick, close to dying, and she was sucking on the neck of the next leader of the prestigious Rogue family.
    Her life as Mrs. Lougotti was common, public knowledge. Yet, the details of that marriage were something she kept closely hidden under the surface. I wasn’t a mind reader, or a woman with that second sight, but at times when I looked in her eyes I saw pain.
    It was an old pain.
    Yet, my drinking wasn’t dedicated completely to her. I drank heavy on the flight because my mind was in the crosshairs of an actual thought that didn’t pertain to booze and ass, and me and Zander’s dwindling money. It was about what my father meant about me staying. Did he mean I could stay there, as in moving back into the compound? Was my mistake, my time served as a wife fucker , no longer a factor? Or, was he keeping me close so he could keep an eye on me? The indecision wrecked my mind. The thought that I didn’t like the most was the thought that I had made the wrong decision.
    I kept my head down as I passed people, not making eye contact, and trying not to draw attention to myself. Upstairs, somewhere, was the Rat, Eddie’s little silent partner, whose picture was burning a hole in my inside jacket pocket – that and the heat - who had caused all of the Rogue’s F.B.I misfortune. Currently he was being tortured, maybe screaming for his life, maybe begging and pleading. Or, he could have quietly let the men who were going to kill him in into the room – understanding that it was no use running or trying to fight, he had made his bed and they were going to make him drown in it with a pillow stuffed in his mouth just in case he got second thoughts on the arriagement. I was just here to clean up the mess, but I wished for the quiet chambers of my basement of body desmemberment. At least there, it was quiet and I could think. Here, where kids could be running up and down the hall laughing and playing while I was hacking off a leg, or making a two hundred pound man into an eighty-nine pound consolidated mass of limbs that could fit in a bag or two, wasn’t the best place to work.
    When you did your dirt near the public, you had to leak into the crowd, not cause enough attention that someone would remember your face. The liquor was slowly draining away and my mind cleared as the business of the Rogue life excited me. But being inconspicuous was plenty hard when you were overdressed and sweating like a pig who just found out it was next in line to be gutted and cooked.
    I picked a vacant corner in the lobby to call my cousin.
    Zander sighed into the phone. “There’s a bar to the right, Tristan, I’ll meet you there.”
    I chose a booth in the back of the bar. Zander arrived not five

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