Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
SEVEN
Nico
I had the best intents and purposes of leaving the restaurant office and swinging by my place to grab some clothes so I could cut out time in the morning from having to travel back before starting my day. Of course, shit wouldn’t go as planned. It doesn’t seem like much does in my work life or personal life, and I’m getting fucking tired of it.
Enzo came in shortly after I hung up with Journey, still attempting to get my apprehension and concern under control thinking the worst when she didn’t answer. It took a lot longer to get ahold of her than ever before. It almost had me call Wylder to tell him to get to her place right away seeing as he was closer to her than me. When she finally called me back, I took the first deep breath since I walked in last night. That leads me to now, sitting in Wylde’s office waiting for him to make his grand appearance. A lot of things have changed since Celeste came into his life, and for the better. The workaholic has slowed down, handed more work off to his employees. Seems to me he’s enjoying his morning, too, judging by the fact it’s eleven o’clock in the morning and our meeting time was set for ten thirty.
“I’d say I’m sorry that I’m late, but we both know that wouldn’t be the truth.” Wylde walks in through the door that’s off his office, an apartment he had built during the renovations of his hotel. The Donotello Famiglia may have helped him financially, but that’s all we’ve done. Wylder, a man who’s been my best friend for years, has done the rest.
“I’m assuming Celeste will be coming out next. Should I leave the room?” I ask, not knowing what state Wylde has left her in while also not wanting to embarrass her.
“She will, and no, you don’t have to do that. Celeste was there when you made the phone call at seven o’clock this morning asking for a meeting. Clearly, you weren’t with my sister, or she’d have clocked you with something heavy being woken up that early.” Wylder was apprehensive when Journey came barreling into his office one day while I was here, stating that she didn’t give a fuck what he had to say about the two of us being together, he’d have to deal with it. What Journey missed out on was that I had already told him that she and I were seeing each other, while I knew things were hostile within the famiglia that we’d have to keep it quiet for the time being. Wylder’s jaw was clenched. I let him sit and stew about what I had just laid out on the line. I didn’t say a word. It was technically a formality—his parents, my parents, they already knew. He was my last stop. Sure, it could have broken our friendship, and he knew me well enough to know business is business, friendship is friendship, that the two of them would stay separated. Wylder was just cooling off when Journey flew through the door, Aphrodite in the modern day, auburn locks flying behind her while she strutted her hot-as-shit self into the office, the dress wrapped around her body doing nothing to conceal the curves I’d had my hands on. I had to laugh. When Journey loves, she loves with her whole heart, almost too much, to the point that she’s had a few friends betray their relationship when they used her as a steppingstone. By the time Journey told her brother how things were going to go, using the words, “Just because you’re older than me does not mean you get to dictate who I see and who I want to be with. I’m not the one who worked their life away. If you can’t see how amazing Nico is, then you’re as blind as a bat.” Her chest was heaving, doing things to her tits that I couldn’t begin to think about with her brother in the same room. It was the fire in her eyes, the tone in her voice, that told me she was in love with me even though the relationship between the two of us is now only a few months in. “Do you even sleep anymore?” Wylder finishes off his sentence.
“Lately, not much. A couple of hours here or there. That’s part of the reason I’m here. Shit is getting worse. You know I can’t go into much detail, but what I have to tell you is probably going to piss you off because it did me when Enzo brought it up. Enough that he’s now sporting a broken nose.” Not my finest moment as a boss. Enzo knows that Journey is my weakest link besides my sister and mother. It’s probably why he suggested it. That doesn’t mean I have to like it or that I’ll agree with it, not until I talk it out with Wylde. I’ll still only do it if Journey is on board.