Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Then, with that, he was gone.
Though a couple minutes after closing, there was a bang on the back door, making Bass and I walk out to see what was going on.
Then there was Vissi. Who was to Primo what I was to Renzo. The right-hand man.
He shoved a hooded man onto the ground in the alley.
“Delivery,” he said, giving me a nod. “Primo sends his best. Says he’s got the others on ice for when you’re ready for them.”
I should have expected nothing less.
Primo ruled the Bronx with an iron fist. He wasn’t going to stand by and let a crew of idiots fuck over a fellow mob family under his nose.
“I’ll have Coal bring a car around,” Bass said, pulling out his phone. “You want us to put him on ice for you?” he asked, glancing back at the door like he expected Kick to come out at any second and see her ex crumpled on the ground.
I was conflicted.
The bigger part of me wanted to say yes, to grab Kick and go home and spend time with her.
The other part, though, knew that having this hanging over our heads was no way to live.
“No. I’m gonna have Saff come and take Kick home. Then we are gonna finish this. Tonight,” I said, walking over to Kyle and landing a hard kick to his gut as a car came to a stop at the mouth of the alley.
Bass nodded. “I’ll gather up Serano, Cinna, and Dav, and we will go get the others.”
“Good,” I agreed.
This ended tonight.
Then Kick and I could really start our lives together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kick
“How is it that Rico has such good taste?” Saff asked as she looked around Rico’s apartment. “I mean, first the meat shop renovations and now this…”
“You’ve never been here?” I asked, watching the blue-haired woman run her hand over the waterfall island.
“No. Rico has always been a bit of an enigma. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an ever-present part of the family. Practically shares the boss role with Renzo. But he’s always kept his private life private. I kind of want to go snoop through his drawers,” she admitted. “Would you tell on me?” she asked.
“Probably,” I admitted.
“Fiiiine,” she said. “Probably for the best. I mean, I don’t know if I could look the man in the face if I found out his nightstand is full of cock rings or alien dildos. I mean, to each their own. But there’s some things I don’t need to know about my coworkers, you know. But… does he have alien dildos? I read an alien smut book recently and now I’ve got all these ideas…”
“Alien smut?” I asked, brows pinched.
“Yeah. It was our book club pick,” she said, opening up the fridge to snoop around in areas where she likely would not find Rico’s sex toys. If he even had them. “I didn’t think it would be my thing. But seven-foot-tall dudes with long tongues and cocks that have little notches on them? What’s not to like?”
“I didn’t even know alien smut existed,” I admitted. I hadn’t ever been much of a reader. I mean, sure, I went through a little teen dystopian romance phase like most girls my age had, but then kind of just lost interest.
“You never dive right into alien smut,” Saff said. “It starts with some romantasy with magical elements. Then maybe you dabble in fae. Possibly some vampire. Then, well, all bets are off once you start getting into demons, shifters, and monsters. I’m curious if Lore, Elizabeth, and Islah were as into it as I was. The aliens were a little possessive to the max. Which wasn’t my favorite. But the banging was hot. I mean, the dudes were big enough to hold the women up and fuck them. Hot.”
“Isn’t Lore Renzo’s wife?” I asked, still trying to keep everyone straight.
“Yeah. And Elizabeth is Elian’s girl. Islah is Elian’s sister. So if you can maybe not tell him that I’m having his little sister read alien porn, that would be great.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said, deciding I already really liked Saff. She was refreshing with how open she was. How sure of herself.
“You should join us next month. It’s Lore’s pick, so it’s more romantasy, not just straight up fucking with small plot points in between. I’ll send a copy here,” she decided, already reaching for her phone before I could object. She was still tucking her phone away when Evander came walking in, eyeing her suspiciously. “Holy shit. It’s a cat. Renzo has a cat?”
“Well, he’s mine. Sort of. But his heart belongs to Renzo. He barely tolerates me.”
“What’s his name?”
“Evander,” I told her. “Do you have any pets?”
“I work too much,” she said, trying to pet the cat, who eyed her warily but let her do one little scratch before he started to hiss.