Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Say it.” He growled out the words like a beast set free, and Marra couldn’t help but break away from her resistance and give him what he wanted.
“I’m yours.” She gasped out, and he slammed into her. Her back scraped up the wall, and the pain made her cry out even harder from the pleasure. The world was falling away, lights flashed in front of her vision, and before her high faded she knew that her words had sealed a fate she didn’t know if she was prepared for.
12
Joey had left a few hours ago, and the man that had come to “watch her” was Little Johnny, the Hulk of a guy that was in Joey’s inner circle. He was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. He had a bottle of beer in his hand, and with his suit jacket off she saw the holster strapped around his shoulders and the nasty, big looking guns that rested against both of his sides.
But what she found a little amusing, amongst his imposing, towering height and his massive muscle mass that was covered in tattoos, was what he was reading.
A People magazine turned right to the spot where the recent celebrity baby news was splashed across the glossy pages.
Since Joey had left and Johnny had come, there hadn’t been more than five words spoken from him. He was definitely the strong, silent type, and that was fine, but she was trying to distract herself.
Not only had she given in to Joey far too easily, opened up her emotions for him during a time like this, but her life was in danger, and all because she had decided to walk home.
The saddest part was she didn’t even have anyone that cared if she disappeared. Marra wouldn’t have to call someone to let them know things were okay in her life, because no one cared.
Aside from Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzo, whom she thought about as her only family because they had been so good to her, the truth was she had only been with them for a year.
“You like gossip?” She walked away from the window toward Little Johnny, and couldn’t help but smile. Little Johnny looked up at her, and there was this blank expression on his face, as if he was clueless to what she was talking about. She stopped by the chair, and then took a seat right across from him. Honestly, she just wanted some conversation.
He leaned back on the couch and set the magazine on his thigh, but didn’t respond.
“The magazine I mean. You have it turned to the baby section.” She shrugged. “Maybe you like the gossip.” She smiled, hoping to maybe break his hard veneer. When he didn’t speak she suddenly felt really dumb for thinking of having a conversation with him. And she’d thought Joey was a tough one to crack.
“I read the articles,” he said in his tough, hard voice.
She nodded, and said, “I think all men say that, especially when they don’t want people to think they actually enjoy the pictures.”
Johnny was silent for a moment, and then he started chuckling, closed the magazine, and set it on the table. “You’re right.” He grinned, and his straight white teeth flashed. But unlike when Joey smiled and it seemed to transform his face, Little Johnny still looked dangerous and cold.
“I’m not much for conversation,” he said in that deep, bass voice of his. “But don’t worry. Joey will make sure everything is safe for you.” And then he picked up his magazine again, basically telling her that this conversation was now over.
The sound of someone knocking on the front door had her standing. Little Johnny was already out of his seat and moving toward the door. He had his hand on one of the guns holstered to his side. He looked out the peephole, and then cursed under his breath. When he turned around and glanced at her, there was frustration on his face.
“I know you’re in there, Joey.”
The female voice that came through the front door had Little Johnny rubbing his eyes. He walked past Marra, sat back in his seat, and grabbed his cell. He seemed disinterested with the banging and shouting now happening on the other side of the door.
“Joey, open this damned door. You’ve been avoiding me, not returning my calls or texts, and I need to talk to you.” There was more pounding, and Marra swore even a kick to it. “You can’t just use women like this, promise them the world, and then fucking turn your back when you get bored.” The woman all but screamed. “I’m not just some tramp you fuck. I’ve known you my whole life. I love you.” The woman didn’t sound like she was in love, but that she was scorned as she screamed out the words in a banshee voice. “This is bullshit, and if you don’t open this door I’m going to beat it down, and if you have a woman in there I’ll kick her fucking ass.”