Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I put on my sunglasses and a baseball cap and Carlo does the same.
Sammy, Bobby, and Pauly meet us at the corner. We wait until Carlo’s taken care of the two street cameras then the five of us head to the back alley.
“What are we doing?” Sammy asks.
I just shake my head and hold up a finger.
The minutes crawl by. Five. Then ten. Finally, the back door opens and a guy comes out carrying a large trash bag.
Carlo catches the door before it swings closed as I bring the butt of my gun down on the back of the guy’s head, dropping him to the floor.
“In,” I say when Sammy opens his mouth to speak.
He shuts it, and we file in, Sammy wedged between us.
There are six guys sitting in the restaurant–four at one table, two in a booth.
“Now.” I raise my gun and enter, firing as I walk, but keeping Sammy in front of me, where I can watch him.
Carlo takes out the cameras. Pauly, Bobby, Sammy, and I take care of the men. Yeah, Sammy shoots to kill. But I’m not surprised. He knows the Matranga’s are going down one way or another, so better he show his supposed loyalty while it happens.
I walk over to Stan Matranga, who’d drawn his pistol and still holds it in his hand. I stoop and close my fingers around his to pick up the gun, then lift it and shoot Sammy in the head.
He crumples to the floor. Bobby and Pauly hide their initial shock. Neither question me. I’m acting boss.
“Pezzo di merda,” Carlo mutters.
I walk over to look Sammy in his eyes as he chokes and sputters. “Was that enough leadership for you, stronzo?”
I watch the life slip from his body.
Sophie
I light candles in Joey’s massive bedroom waiting for him to come home from taking care of business.
After we left the hospital, he helped me pack a few bags to move into his spacious apartment, which is gorgeous. I don’t know why I resisted being in his space. Maybe I was afraid I’d get used to having nice things. Maybe it was just another one of the defenses I threw up against him. Giving him the key to my home was like giving him the key to my heart. He’d always given me the key to his, I just couldn’t receive it yet. I wasn’t ready before. Now, I’m all in.
And now that I’m here, I love everything about it. It feels like Joey. Gleaming granite countertops, high-end appliances. Beautiful, polished wooden floors with expensive rugs. The furniture is oversized and comfortable. The decor tasteful.
I don’t feel overshadowed by his powerful energy. Maybe that was what I’d feared. Instead, I feel nurtured by it. Enveloped and protected. Because I know my powerful man bends for me.
I wait for Joey in sexy lingerie–a thong and filmy bustier. My swollen breasts fill the cups and spill out the top. I planned on greeting him at the door in nothing but this and a pair of heels, but it’s getting late, and I need to lie down. Making a baby is hard work!
I must have drifted off because I wake to Joey kissing up the outside of my thigh, his warm hand caressing along the back of my leg.
“Hey, bella. I’m home. You look beautiful.”
I smile and stretch, reaching for him. “You’re back.”
“I’m back. It’s done.” He continues to stroke my skin. “Looks like you’re ready for playtime.”
“Yes, please.”
He kisses me. “Well, we do have the matter of you lying about your miscarriage to deal with.”
My core squeezes at his mock-stern tone. At the idea of him delivering a little punishment.
“I know. I’m so sorry.”
He kisses my nose then rolls me to my belly. “Mmm, now that’s a pretty sight,” he says when he takes in my G-string. “This ass looks like it was made to be spanked.” He claps his hand down lightly.
I hum and roll my hips. He lightly slaps the other side, but it’s more of a caress than anything.
“Just because I’m pregnant, doesn’t mean you have to be gentle,” I tell him.
“No?” He delivers another spank, this one a little harder, then tugs my legs across his lap, so I’m perfectly positioned for his punishment. “You need a real spanking, sweet girl?”
Like every time, I’m a little afraid to ask for what I want. Be careful what you wish for and all that. But I do want it. The pain and eroticism excite me. Joey’s dominance thrills me.
Of course, I’m almost sorry when he starts spanking me in earnest, fast, hard spanks that alternate right and left.
“Ooh.” I squeeze my cheeks together. “Uhm.”
“Is this what I get to do when you’re my wife? Pull you over my lap and show my appreciation for this perfect ass?”
“Yes, please.” My skin starts to warm under his hand, making the spanks easier to take. Less surprising. More pleasurable.