Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Yeah. Where’s Russo?” Gio asked, looking around the yard. “And Cat.” He frowned as he took out his phone and texted one of them.
“Russo’s at the funeral home, probably trying to figure out what coffin he wants to bury the woman running it in,” I said.
Dominic laughed. “I need to meet this woman.”
“You and me both,” I said. “Loren went down to the port with Jamaican Mike and his crew. And Cat. . .I don’t fucking know. She’s your sister.”
“And you didn’t want to join Lor and Mike?” Dom asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s new.”
“I was already here when they said they were heading over there. It would have taken me too long to catch up to them,” I said because it was better than saying that I had seen his sexy as fuck sister sipping wine in his kitchen when they called, and there was no way in hell I was leaving.
“Huh.” Dom looked at me a moment too long before turning to Gio. “Should we send some of our soldiers?”
“I already did,” I said.
“Oh.” Dom smiled. “So, that’s why you’re here.”
“Yep.” I took a sip of the whiskey I’d been babysitting.
When I looked back up at Lenora, she was talking to Matti. Nico and Mattia reminded me of Dom and me when we were younger, which was why I saw red when Mattia set his hand on Lenora’s shoulder. She looked over at me and smirked. Oh, so now she was trying to bait me. I raised an eyebrow. She stepped away and took her phone out of her back pocket. Mine buzzed a moment later. I took a step back from the guys and looked at it.
Lenora: maybe he can be my first
Heat traveled from my ears to my toes. If I were smart, I would encourage it, but Matti was a fuckboy, and the thought of him touching the innocent Principessa made me sick. The idea of anyone touching her made me sick. She’d already put the idea in my head, and now we had to follow through. I looked up and caught her watching me. I remained fully composed as I typed out my message.
Me: dont you fucking dare
Her mouth tipped up.
Lenora: what would you do if I ask him?
Again, my body went hot. I looked at her. She raised an eyebrow. I had a love-hate relationship with this saucy side of her.
Me: fuck around and find out
Lenora: like you’d care
I knew she was probably fishing for compliments or trying to see if I said anything about Yari. I didn’t bother responding. What the fuck was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell her that I cared? Did ripping Matti’s and Nico’s limbs off if they dared to touch her constitute as caring? Fuck. That alone told me that I shouldn’t fuck her, much less be her first. It would only complicate the shit out of things, and the last thing we needed was more complications when things were finally settling down. I looked up again and saw her smiling up at Matti. It took everything in me not to charge over there and snap his neck. Yeah, I was doing this.
12
LENORA
I hated seeing him with other women. I hated hearing about him with other women. I’d been at this party for two hours now, and I no longer wanted to rip Yari’s head off because she moved on to Jimmy and then Nico and kept talking about how hot he was. I thought that would be the end of that, but then Gabe’s finance bros arrived, and one of the women they were with introduced herself as Crystal. I knew instantly that she was Rocco’s ex, so I saw red all over again. I thought I was too young to have issues with my blood pressure, but this party was proving otherwise. Crystal was a little shorter and curvier than me, and she used those curves to her advantage. The black dress she was wearing looked like it was drawn on. The jeans and blouse that made me feel confident before suddenly made me feel like the prude I was. She was the opposite of me — which should’ve been fine since he said he had no type, and I knew he was attracted to me — but I still felt the sting of jealousy.
“Don’t start baiting Rocco,” the guy she was hanging onto said. He’d introduced himself as Reid. “I’ll be six feet under before I can do my next line.”
“Please. Rocco isn’t jealous,” Crystal said.
“Really? He looks like he would be,” another woman said.
Crystal scoffed. “I could have fucked Reid in front of Rocco, and he probably wouldn’t have batted an eye. He’s probably the least jealous boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“And the best in bed,” the woman said.
“Tammy, can you shut the fuck up?” That was Reid.