Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Although it’s filthy, I don’t delete it in case I need it for legal reasons, but I try to put it from my mind and tuck my phone in my pocket as I hunt down the staff to see if they could use a hand.
Three hours later, my belly is semi-full, my hands are wrinkly from washing all the pots and pans, so now it’s time for bed. I lie down and close my eyes. His eyes immediately pop into my head. Goodness, why am I remembering the way the flecks of gold in his eyes shone like a diamond with so many facets? His gruff exterior should be sending fear through me, but my body doesn’t care.
Heat flows through me, wondering what it would be like to have him take that strong, firm mouth of his and plant kisses all over my skin. It’s insane, so I shake my head and open my phone to scroll Facebook. I don’t know why; I have a dozen or so friends, and there isn’t much from the past two days except an insane amount of ads for shit I can’t afford.
A friend request pops up, but I ignore it because there’s no image. They shoot me a DM, and I check it. I will get to you one way or another. -P.G.
Goodness, it’s my old boss.
Fucking asshole doesn’t understand that I’ll never submit to selling my pussy for money. A sick feeling strikes me when it comes to mind. He’s probably done this before. A shiver of revulsion rushes through my body.
The lights in the facility go off, which means it’s time for me to turn off my phone. I do so, setting it on the charging station in the corner of the room with a few other phones, and then I head back to my cot and cover up as fatigue fills my bones and my eyes grow heavy.
Chapter Three
Nero
The second I let her go, I want to drag her back and not because she saw what she shouldn’t have. It was so fucking stupid to let her go, but I had work to do, so I sent Enrico to keep tabs on her while I dealt with my mess.
I’d been so entranced with the color of her eyes that I forgot she’d just seen me kill the rat bastard at my feet. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms and held her tightly to me as I shot Enrico a message to pick up some Gatorade on his way to help. He brought the drink and then moved the asshole to the trunk of my car before cleaning up the mess. After using solvent and disappearing from sight, my sweet woman finally rouses.
My little nosy girl had stumbled on to my business and into my soul. She woke up in my arms, bright gray eyes staring up at me, confused, until the fear filled her. We have nearly the same color although mine are darker.
I snatched her work stuff that she had with her because I couldn’t just let her off that easily, even stealing her ID because I can’t have her running off. From the expression on her face, I could see that I wasn’t the only one affected. Her body felt me, knowing that I’m dark and dangerous, but tempting.
I have to call Dom. He’s gonna be pissed about all of this. I royally fucked up. Still, I’m going to make it right, even if I have to revert to some less-than-polite actions when it comes to Miss Conlon. Tying her to my bed and licking her from head to toe comes straight to my mind and my cock agrees.
I dial his number as I hit the road and onto the expressway far away from the loser’s hideout. Everything has been scrubbed and with no cameras on the place, we’re good. I dump the body in our personal cremation chamber which is much closer to home. The only thing that’s a problem is my sudden obsession.
On the fifth ring, Domani answers, “What’s up, Nero?”
I sigh and let it out. “I fucked up. While I was dealing with the prick, I was witnessed.”
“What the fuck do you mean you have a witness? Get rid of them,” Dom roars out.
A rush of anger bores deep down into my soul, and I want to snap at my cousin and boss. “I thought we didn’t hurt innocents?”
“Since when is there an innocent in that area?” That’s fucking true. It’s a slum, and most people in the area are dealers, users, and much more.
“She’s a sales rep from a solar company.” I hear a pause on the other end, because he knows damn well it would take a lot to hurt a woman. She’d have to do something to his queen or son to earn that sentence.