Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“More serious than a fucking gun pointed between your eyes,” I said.
I stood across the street and kept to the shadowy part of the building I was currently leaning against. I watched as Claudia sat outside on one of the patio tables at the little café she favored.
She was nervous. I could see it in her body language. She kept bouncing her leg, biting her bottom lip, and glancing around. She was waiting for me. Looking for me.
“Is this how the fucking Russians do business? Over the phone instead of doing this shit face-to-face?”
I could practically hear Gio’s teeth grinding in irritation, and it had me grinning.
“You don’t even have the fucking respect to come to my house and lay this all out?”
“I have business elsewhere. Important fucking business that I can’t deviate from.”
But I didn’t want to leave Claudia. I wouldn’t. Not now that she was so close. Not now that I’d tasted her.
Flying to another state in order to deal with “business” was the last fucking thing on my mind. I should’ve handled this with Gio while I’d been on the West Coast killing Fredo, but I’d been thinking with my dick, and it had pointed east, to where my girl was.
I glanced down at her feet, her toe tapping anxiously. My gaze traveled up the sweet curves of her tanned legs. She was fucking perfect, more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.
And my cock agreed. The thick length throbbed behind my slacks. I thought I’d jerked off a hell of a lot while locked up, but after touching and tasting her yesterday?
Jesus Christ, I’d stroked my cock three times just last night thinking about fucking her.
But they felt like empty orgasms. I wanted to be buried deep in her tight pussy. I knew it would be the sweetest fucking agony. I wanted to tear through her innocence and then bury my face between her legs as I licked up that virgin blood.
Fuck, but I was a fiend for her. And I knew when I had Claudia—because there was no other option—I still wouldn’t get enough.
I’d become addicted the more time I spent with her, craving her, yearning for every single part of her until we were one fucking being.
“This fucking guy,” Gio said, clearly speaking to whoever was in the room with him and not to me.
I growled low, and he chuckled deeply.
“Listen, if you’re serious about this, I want a face-to-face. I’m not agreeing to anything until shit’s laid out on the table and all the fine print is on display. You feel me?”
I clenched my jaw, and although I was completely focused on this conversation, my gaze never left Claudia. I wondered what Gio would say if he knew I’d been stalking his baby sister. He’d cut off my fucking dick if he knew what I’d done to her yesterday.
I fucking grinned so wide my face hurt.
The malice grew in me at the thought of the challenge Gio would present.
“And before you go off spouting your mouth, Gio, you’d do well to remember who I am and who you are. Don’t forget the fucking secrets I keep. You feel me?”
“This fucking, stronzo.” Gio gritted those three words out, then laughed.
But I knew there was no humor behind it.
I didn’t fucking care if he was pissed. He knew I was right. He’d give me what I wanted, when I wanted it. “You can throw a fit if you like, but it won’t change the outcome of this. We can meet, but I’m going to go through with it whether you agree with my offer.” If I’d been right there in front of him, I knew I would’ve felt a blast of cold air pulse out of him and surround me.
I disconnected the call, shoved the cell in my pocket, and made my way across the street to Claudia.
I stopped when I was right behind her, already rock-fucking-hard.
She was unaware that I stood so close, that I was reaching out and wrapping a long strand of dark hair around my finger.
I noticed a couple of people watching warily. I was pretty sure they wanted to say something, to warn her a dangerous man was so close to her.
But when I met their gazes, gave a wink as I leaned in and brought her hair to my nose to inhale deeply, they glanced away.
“Good morning, malehnkaya ptichka.”
She gasped and spun, but I was already moving around the table and taking the seat across from her. I pulled off my sunglasses, hooking them at the collar of my T-shirt and resting my elbows on the table.
The waitress came forward, but with a firm shake of my head, her eyes widened and she did a U-turn, walking away from us.
Claudia was once again wearing the standard-issue convent uniform. If the nuns knew how fucking hot Claudia looked dressed like a schoolgirl, all modest and shit, they’d probably wrap her up in a fucking burlap sack and lock her away.