Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Carla was my assistant, and I would be having words with her very soon. His voice shook so badly I was surprised he’d been able to get that many words out. He looked away as soon as he finished speaking and began to fidget with the pen on his desk.
“Jimmy got another offer?” I looked toward my brother.
Angelo shrugged. “I’ve not heard a thing.”
I looked back at the boy. I could see his pulse fluttering against the pale skin of his neck.
I wanted to run my tongue over it.
I wanted to see him quiver like that underneath me.
I wanted to make him beg.
But before I could consider any of that, I needed to know who he actually was and why Jimmy had sent him to me.
“In my office. Now.” I gestured toward my office door.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I asked Jimmy if—”
“First lesson. Don’t believe a fucking word out of Jimmy’s mouth. Now do what I said. I’m not a man who repeats himself.”
Slowly, the boy pushed his chair back, came around his desk, and—seeming to try to keep as much distance between us as possible—moved past me and headed toward my office. I turned to Angelo and Devil. “You two jackasses wait in the conference room. Don’t cause me any more trouble. I’ve got enough to deal with today.”
They must’ve realized I wasn’t going to put up with any more of their shit. Angelo shoved at Devil, and they got moving.
“Try not to make him piss himself. I don’t want to have to clean that up,” Carla said as I walked by her desk. I snarled at her, but she didn’t even flinch. Carla was possibly even less afraid of me than my brother and my cousin, but she’d earned it. No one was a better assistant than she was, despite her not calling to let me know Jimmy hadn’t shown up. She knew what I needed even before I did.
“I’ll be talking to you about this situation when I’m through with him.”
“He’s got experience as an office assistant,” she said. “And I liked him.”
I ignored her and followed the boy into my office, my gaze lingering on the perfectly round globes of his ass. I wished to hell I didn’t have pressing business. Taking him over my desk would be a much better way to start the day than a fucking meeting where I’d have to posture the whole fucking time.
I closed the door behind me with a firm click and watched my little twink jump. Knowing he was afraid of me turned me on even more.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed instantly. I liked that. A lot. “What is your name?”
“Pete. Peter.”
“Full name.”
“Peter Kelly.”
He shivered when I gave him a very obvious once-over. Fuck, I wanted him. “So Pete Kelly, how do you know Jimmy?”
“He’s my cousin, sir.”
“Do you work with Jimmy?”
He shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. “No, sir. I try to stay away from everything Jimmy is involved in.”
“Everything except showing up in my office.”
He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I’ve been out of work for a while. I’ve been trying to get jobs through a temp agency, but that’s not gone well. Jimmy said he had a job for me. I guess I was…”
I watched him for a moment, head bowed, hands clasped in front of him, the perfect picture of surrender. He would surrender to me, but I needed more information first.
“Were you desperate, Peter?”
He didn’t respond, but he looked up. The fear in his eyes made my cock begin to fill. I suspected he didn’t know much about me, but he knew I was dangerous. “Did Jimmy tell you who I am?”
“He said you were the owner of this business.”
I nodded. “That’s true, but I feel like that doesn’t give you the whole picture. My name is Lucien Marchesi.”
His eyes went wide, and he took a small step back. I’d been accused of murdering a young woman several months ago, and the case had gotten a lot of press. I had killed before, and I’ve ordered others to do it, but I didn’t kill that woman. I didn’t even know her. Some enemies of mine thought they could set me up. I’d tracked down most of them and made sure that wouldn’t be a problem again, but I had a suspicion Damian Ricci was in contact with the ones who had eluded me.
“Are you… I mean…”
“The head of a crime family? Yes. The man who killed that girl? No.”
Peter didn’t say anything else. He just watched me warily, not that I blamed him. “Did Jimmy tell you why he’d been offered this job?”
Peter licked his lips before he answered. I barely heard his words as I thought about how much better his lips would look wet with my cum. “He said someone owed him a favor.”