Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Father Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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“What’s the name?”

“Emily Owens.” I might have taken her father from her today, but she won’t have to worry about money for school. It’s the least I can do.

CHAPTER TWO

Dean

I feel like I’m in a book or a movie—the poor kid at the fancy college, surrounded by those who are wealthier and more privileged.

Which is the life I would have had if Sloan hadn’t taken my father from me.

Dad had some money put away for Mom and me, but not nearly enough. He spent most of his life thinking he was part of a family and not planning for an escape. When things began to change between him and Sloan, he didn’t have enough time to prepare for our future. It’s why he stayed longer, trying to make more, hoping things would get better, but all that did was give Sloan time to realize he wanted to leave.

Ashford University is like something out of a dream, though—a sprawling campus filled with redbrick or white buildings in this mixture of Gothic and Italianate architecture.

It’s only been a day, and I haven’t seen Tiernan yet. We don’t have any classes together so far. He’s a sophomore and turns twenty in November.

I’m in my math course, when a girl with long, dark hair that reaches her ass comes in and sits beside me. I recognize her instantly.

Aislin O’Shea.

My muscles tense, a white-hot blast of heat rushing through me.

I could use her instead. She might be an easier way in, depending on how connected she is. But the idea doesn’t sit right with me. Misogynistic? Maybe. My mom would hate me doing any of this, but she would hate it even more if I brought Aislin into it.

“Hi.” She gives me a confident smile—must run in the family. She’s beautiful, with dramatic cheekbones and green eyes. “You’re…really hot. I already love college,” she says, and I fight back the urge to say something cruel because of who she is.

“Gay,” I answer instead.

“Damn it.” She grins. “I guess we’ll have to be friends.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who try to collect gay besties,” I play along, acting friendly, though bile burns in my throat.

“Oh God no. I would want to be your friend if you were straight too. Friends with benefits maybe.”

I cock a brow. “Not boyfriend?” Maybe I don’t have enough experience with people or women, but I figured most girls would go with that over hooking up.

“Fuck no. I’m free for the first time in my life. There’s no chance I want to settle down. Just don’t tell my brother that. It’s okay for him to fuck anything that walks, but God forbid I want to do the same.”

I have no idea how to reply to that. I’ve never met a girl like her before, and most of the time, I’d rather keep to myself than talk to anyone, much less a random stranger, but to make this work, I’ll have to get used to it. Plus, the mention of Tiernan is exactly what I need. “Brother?”

“Tiernan. If you haven’t heard of him yet, you will. And since you’re queer, you definitely want to keep an eye out for him. He’s bi and can never turn down a pretty face, and like we already discussed, you’re a pretty face.”

“I thought I was hot?” I test the playful words on my tongue and hate myself for saying them, for sitting here beside her when her family has taken everything from me. For having to pretend I don’t hate her too.

“That as well. Do I get your name?”

“Dean. Dean Smith.” My mom went with the plainest name she could think of.

“Hmm… That doesn’t fit you.”

I tense, my back going straight, as I try like hell not to let my discomfort show. No, it’s more than that. It’s my rage. I am Dean, but I wouldn’t have to be if it wasn’t for them.

Before I can try to force out any joke or teasing, assuming I could make myself say anything at all, the professor comes in, saving me from myself.

“Hello. I’m Professor Taylor.” He has short black twists in his hair, looks about forty, and has a unique style—he’s wearing suit pants with Jordans. “Welcome to Math 110.”

I try to give him my full attention, but throughout the class, I can feel Aislin beside me, and I’m on alert every time she moves, every time she breathes. If not for the photos I’d seen online, I would have forgotten Tiernan had a sister. I was only four last time I saw her, so she was three, and she wasn’t around as much.

I sit here and think of what to say, to get myself to the point where I’m able to speak to her without blowing this before I ever have the chance to accomplish anything. The good thing is, she clearly doesn’t recognize me. I doubt anyone else will either, not just because I’d been so young, but my hair was light as a child. The older I got, the darker it became, and now I keep it buzzed short.


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