دانلود رمان انگلیسی “سلطنت”

There was a war brewing deep in my mind. From the moment Guillermo slipped me the photo of Cecilia across that table, a million questions swirled through my head like a tornado cutting through a forest. Who the fuck was Cecilia Gomez? Why did Los Muertos want her dead? What did she do that deserved a hit being put on her? And how the hell was I going to get out of this one? There wasn’t a foreseeable way out unless I wanted to take that bullet for her myself. Cecilia Gomez was destined to die by my hand. Even if I somehow put it off, it was just a matter of time before Guillermo sent his own men to cash in whatever bounty her head would earn them. There was an unfamiliar feeling creeping inside me, a loathing created from the mere essence of distrust her name coated my tongue with.