Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
The young gun screamed out in pain and reared back to hit me. His face, contorted in anger, turned to fear the moment he saw me.
My eyes dared him to speak, dared him to make a fucking sound, and like the good boys I’d raised, he lowered his head submissively.
They were shameful.
It wasn’t their fault they were like this. It was mine. I had been too lenient, too long, wanting my boys to have a good time while working. And they did. They just didn’t know when to quit.
Clicking my tongue, my face transformed as I knelt down, gripping the back of his head lovingly and gently bringing it to my bosom. I stroked his sweaty face, and muttered, “I don’t like hurting my babies.” In a split second, my face contorted. I gripped his hair and tugged hard, forcing him to look up into my eyes. “But you continue to shame me.” My eyes landed on the knife sticking out of this thigh. I put my hand down and pushed on it.
The young man’s face twisted in pain, and he gasped, but he didn’t scream. Instead, he bit his lip hard enough to bleed. My heart started to race.
Damn.
All this blood and pain was making me hot.
As I brought my face to his, I pressed harder on the knife’s handle, and when a choked sound gurgled in his throat, I threw my head back and my mouth parted in desire.
I really needed to get laid.
When I slowly ran my tongue over the youngins lips, I felt his short, panting breaths against my mouth, and I pressed my lips to his, sweetly thanking him for his service. As I pulled back and stood, I peered down at him impassively. “Go home. Now.”
With a sigh, I put my hand to my hips, legs braced, and looked on at the carnage that ensued.
Bodies littered everywhere; it was a bloodbath, and when I felt someone come up from behind, I put my hand to the .22 caliber concealed in my garter.
But then he spoke. “This is getting out of control.”
My eldest brother, Van. The only brother I really bothered with, the only one of my family who understood me, because he was the same.
I nodded slightly, and when Van pressed his front to my back, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.
It was a game we played with each other, pushing the limits.
Yeah.
We were fucked like that.
His hand came to rest on my hip and he leant in close, placing his lips to my ear. “This is your domain. Take control.” The hand at my hip squeezed. “Be the queen I know you are.”
I twisted to look up at him and he kept his face close. Too close.
Without breaking eye contact, I took out my gun, lifted it, and fired three shots.
Van’s eyes smiled, shining with pride, and I returned that arrogant smile, peering down at his lips a long moment.
“Ling.”
I bit my own lip, wondering what he’d taste like.
“Ling,” he warned roughly, taking hold of my wrist and snapping me out of my stupor.
Blinking, I shook the unnatural desire off and looked around, searching the floor, momentarily surprised to find all eyes on me. Luckily for them, I loved the attention. Lived for it.
I took in a deep breath before my gaze darkened, and I stated loudly, “I’m disappointed.” Peering into every set of eyes, I went on. “Should I lie down right here, or would you prefer if I bent over the bar?” At their clear confusion, I said, “Well, you’re all fucking me so hard that I may as well get comfortable.”
At that, every set of eyes turned downcast in silent apology.
The Turks knew better than to come here. This was my club. I fucking owned it, but that didn’t excuse the behavior of my Dragons.
I thought about this situation, and the single sentence I thought so often came to mind.
What would Twitch do?
It was my mantra, how I lived my life, and so far, it had served me well.
“Who was it?” I took a step closer. “Which wise guy started it?”
After a long moment, one of them stepped forward. I didn’t hesitate. I lifted the gun and pulled the trigger, the echo of the shot sounding too loud in the almost empty building. I took no joy in watching the man fall to the ground in a lifeless heap.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “When are you fuckers gonna learn? Ling giveth.” My eyes snapped open once again and my face twisted in rage. “Ling taketh away.”
As I turned, I uttered, “Decide where your loyalties lie and decide quickly.” I was so angry. “Because Momma’s this close to drowning her young.”
An agitated sigh left me.
Sometimes, it was hard being queen.
I felt his presence, knowing he was on my ass, and the second I stepped outside, his strong arm came around my shoulders, pulling me to him. “Don’t sweat it.”