Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“But—.”
Levi stands, his harsh stare locked on me. “NOW,” he hollers through the room, pointing toward the very corner that he wants me to stand in.
Fuck. They’re big mad.
I get my ass moving across the room, keeping my head down as the nerves continue floating around my body, their harsh warnings making everything so much worse. Levi tracks my every step and only when I’m stationed as far from the table as possible does he finally sit back down. “You won’t look at him. You won’t speak to him unless spoken to. You won’t even fucking breathe. Is that clear?”
I swallow hard and raise my head, my eyes narrowing on his. “I endured that bullshit party last night, working my ass off while getting touched, spat at, and abused by your guests. Then you let that whore take what she wanted from me. She put me on display for everyone to see and you assholes just let it happen. You forced me onto contraception and have tormented me every chance you’ve had. I’ve played by your rules for long enough, and I’m done. I’m changing the rules. So here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to give me a nice room with a private bathroom, clothes, and everything a girl needs to get by comfortably, and in return, I’ll be a good little slave girl and impress daddy for you.”
Marcus leans back in his seat, sipping at what looks like bourbon as he watches Roman move out from behind his chair and saunter across the room. My stare locks on Roman’s, and with each step he takes, the anger in his eyes only gets worse.
He puts himself right in front of me and leans in, his dead eyes locked right on mine. “You got to come with the eyes of the three DeAngelis brothers on your tight little pussy. I’d say you’ve been rewarded enough.”
“Really?” I question, more than ready to play him at his old fucked-up little games. “It would be a shame if I just happened to let slip that you invited step-mother dearest to your party and allowed her to indulge in your little whore. I’m not sure your father would like that very much.”
Roman laughs. “Go right ahead and tell him. Let him know that it was your pussy she ate last night. Let him know it was you she touched and enjoyed. I’m sure he would love to hear all about it.”
I swallow hard. “Give me my fucking room, otherwise I’m telling him that the three of you assholes are planning to overthrow him. But then, if I told him that, I guess you’d all be dead and there wouldn’t be anything for me to be running from. Damnnn, such big decisions for me to make.”
Fear flashes in his eyes for just a moment before he masks it and steps into me. I’m forced right back against the wall behind me as his hand falls to my waist, his fingers painfully digging into my skin. “Utter a single word about what you just heard, and I will tear your fucking tongue out with my teeth.”
My hand presses down on his wrist and I push hard, forcing his fingers away from my waist. I step forward, pushing against his chest and moving him back, both of us knowing that his threat is a useless one because the second those words come out of my mouth, the three of them would already be dead.
“When will you learn, Roman? I fight fire with fire and I’m loyal to no one but myself. Give me a goddamn bedroom with a personal bathroom, and you have my word, I won’t say a damn thing.”
His jaw clenches, and just as he goes to respond, the dining room door swings wide with Giovanni DeAngelis standing front and center.
Roman quickly pulls away from me and turns to face his father, his shoulders pulling back as his chin rises. I find myself stepping slightly to the right, almost hiding behind Roman’s big shoulders as my stare lands on the man who has all but ruled over the dark side of the world for the past thirty years.
My eyes go wide and I bite down on my tongue to keep myself from gasping at the sheer horror of just being in the same room as him. His all-black suit perfectly matches his dead eyes. Gold jewelry hangs off every available piece of skin on his body while old scars don his face. This man has been through some shit, but now, it’s clear that he’s the cause of everyone’s nightmares. He exudes power—cold, cruel, and relentless power that no man should ever possess.
And to think that I came on his new wife’s tongue only a few short hours ago.
Marcus doesn’t bother sitting up straight, just simply turns his head to face his father while Levi stands to welcome him into the room, though the fear reflected in his eyes tells me that something much deeper is going on with him.