Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“There is no misunderstanding. Only questions that you are not willing to answer,” she grits out between breaths. Her eyes are filled with lust, and I have half a mind to push this shit off the table and throw her down, push her panties to the side and slam into her over and over again.
Instead, I smile at her sinfully. I release her as if her skin burns me and go back to my glass of wine.
“There is a special place in hell for people like you,” she spits at me. Her words mean nothing to me. At least they shouldn’t.
“We’re already in hell…” Of course, the fucking waitress decides right then is the perfect time to bring our food. She sits my steak and fries in front of me, and as she places Amara’s down, she gives her a dirty look. I may be an asshole who kills people left and right, but no one treats Amara like shit but me.
“Don’t look or talk to my guests like that again, or it’ll be your job,” I say sternly to her. Her eyes grow wide with fear, tears threatening to fall from her thick eyelashes. Her head nods slightly, then she turns and scampers away.
“You don’t have to stick up for me. I can do that myself. I mean, you’re the one who was just holding me by the throat, after all,” she growls, pushing the food away that had been placed in front of her. I feel myself growing feral with every word that slips from her mouth. She’s mouthy, she’s sinfully sweet, and she’s extremely dangerous to my sanity.
I frown at her but continue on with my meal. I won’t waste my food simply because she doesn’t like hers. She’s not in control.
I think about telling her more about my mother and father, about what happened to my mother, but I don’t. I know it might make her understand me more, but I feel like if she understands me more, she won’t fear me. Once the fear is gone, I have nothing to use against her.
Time passes as I finish my meal, and she sits there with her food untouched—what a waste. The server comes and removes our plates without a word said. I leave the money on the table and stand, pulling Amara to her feet. She doesn’t resist, and it wouldn’t matter if she did. I would drag her out of here screaming if I had to.
I hold out my arm, and she slides hers into mine. Together we walk outside, looking like a happy couple out on a date. If people knew the truth...
“Get in the car,” I order, opening the door to the SUV. She looks at me as if she’s actually going to attempt running. “If you’re planning to run, know I’ll shoot you in the back of your leg. You won’t even be able to take another step, and then I’ll cuff you to my bed for the next month.” My hand reaches for my gun hidden behind my back.
Would I actually shoot her? I’m not sure, and the fact that I hesitate even the slightest bit scares me. She doesn’t try anything. Instead, she groans as she gets into the car. I’m walking over to my door when Jared, my driver, stops me.
“Luccio’s?” he asks. His accent is very strong. He’s got slicked-back black hair, his face is dark, and a bleak look crosses it.
“Yeah. Go in the back way.” I walk to the side of the car, open the door, and slide into my seat.
“I don’t want to fucking go anywhere else with you,” she yells. She’s angry, and that’s fine. It doesn’t change things, though.
“Thanks for telling me, but I don’t give a shit what you want. We’ve been over this. The moment you agreed to accept your father’s debt is the moment that anything you had to say stopped mattering. Now, all that matters is how tight that pussy can clench my cock…” Leaning into her body, so our faces are almost touching, I finish saying, “Nothing that you want matters.”
Her eyes narrow, the brown seeping right out of them. She looks as if she’s about ready to kill me, and I don’t blame her. Jared starts driving, and I watch her carefully, wondering what her next move is going to be. Someone like her can’t handle this type of thing. I know when she breaks, it’s going to be mad chaos.
In less than twenty minutes, we arrive at Luccio’s property. His house is just as large as mine. I wait for him to let us through the gate. Anger surges through me, and I let the old me sit in the back of my mind. This is business. The car starts moving again, and we’re through the gate. Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the rose garden and the waterfall.