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)
“Dirty talking is just another thing I’m good at. Plus, you like it.”
Her deep brown eyes roll as if to say shut the fuck up. I know I’m cocky, but when you’re me, you have a reason to be.
“We shouldn’t have done that. If Jared finds out you were getting rowdy with me, he’s going to be pissed.” Her concern for me and my safety over Jared has me laughing. She doesn’t know Jared like I do. He is a friend, a very close friend, who I met back in grade school before I knew I had responsibilities. Before, I knew I would be the king of a mafia. That was back when I was normal when I had a mom and did things that were ordinary.
“Jared isn’t the big, bad wolf, Amara. He’s just an old friend who also happens to work for me. He couldn’t kick my ass if he tried.”
“Oh, really, asshole?” I hear Jared’s voice on the other side of the door just before he walks in. I pull the covers up over Amara, who is still blissfully happy with her post-orgasmic face.
“Call me, sir, douchebag.” I smirk at him, making him snort.
He comes to sit in one of the chairs by the door.
“I called Mack. He said he and Eli will be back up in a few days. He wanted to lay low while taking care of everything since you caused a complete shit storm. They are raiding every part of your house looking for you two.” My blood boils as I look down at Amara.
They are looking for her and going through all of my things. My personal fucking things! The very things I have earned and make me the person I am, are probably destroyed. The fucking nerve of these people! Luccio deserved to die. He was going to kill me, so it was either him or me. When it comes down to a bullet, I will always choose to put one in the other person.
“I didn’t cause a shit storm,” I proclaim, pulling myself from the bed and pulling on my sleep pants. Amara is about to doze off again, and I don’t want to cause a bunch of fuss.
I get up, and Jared follows behind me, closing the door. We head into the kitchen, where I rummage through the fridge for the juice. Once I find it, I pour a glass and take a long drink from it.
“What the hell happened? I thought you were doing the right things? You had me driving you all over the place. Amara told me that you found out who killed your mom. When did you start claiming women? What the fuck happened?” Jared rambles obviously stressed and confused by what is going on.
“Amara was never meant to be anything. She simply fell into my lap. I did what I had to do. I took her in return for a debt that was owed. She was my indebted, now it is I who is in debt to her.” I slam back the rest of the juice and wipe my mouth.
“So, she’s not yours, but you dragged her into this fucked up, sick, and twisted mess?” The thought of her no longer being mine has my blood boiling. Isn’t she still mine?
“Like I expected this shit to be so out of hand? Luccio was basically my family. He took me in when I lost everything, but he put the knife in my back. I had no other option but to kill him. Like I told Amara, it is kill, or be killed.”
Jared runs a hand through his hair, looking away from me and up at the ceiling as if he can’t believe the shit I have gotten into. It is fucked up, yes, but it is just the start of the war.
“I’ve known you forever, Enzo. You always told me you had it under control. Now, you have a full-on war with another family on your doorstep, and a girl you don’t really know if you can trust or not.” He eyes me.
“She’s a farm girl. She was away at college, Jared. That’s cause to say she’s dangerous? She was simply paying a debt that her father owed me,” I growl at him, my grip on the glass in my hand is tense, and I am afraid that if I don’t let it go soon, we will have glass shards all over.
Moving a couple steps forward, he laughs in my face, his expression telling me he doesn’t believe a fucking thing I am saying to him. When did I get off my game so much? When did I start allowing people to act like this?
“Enzo,” he says my name as if he wants to say something else, so I stand there waiting for him to spit out whatever it is that he wants to say. “You’re right. She’s probably innocent, but that’s not the point. If she is, then you have dragged her into something that is dark and violent. She won’t be able to go back to college for a while, and her life has completely turned the fuck upside down.”