Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Don’t even think of wrapping yourself up again,” he told me. “You’ll keep those filthy tits on display as long as I want them.”
Yet again I didn’t bother arguing.
As usual, Lucian Morelli surprised me in no time as he got himself busy in the refrigerator. I was still gazing up at him as he assembled cheeses and salami and pasta from the cupboard. The beast of the Morelli family was preparing food. I’d never have pictured the beast of the Morelli family making food.
He must have caught sight of my shock.
“Don’t be a dumb bitch and think this is some kind of duty or kindness on my part. If I trusted you for a second to make me anything even vaguely passable to my palate, I’d be using you as my naked chef like a good little servant.”
“I can cook pasta,” I scoffed, offended. “I’d have to be some kind of useless imbecile to not cook pasta, asshole.”
Again it surprised me when he didn’t punish me for my cheek, not this time. Strangely I supposed we were getting used to each other somehow – two mortal enemies holed up in a small space who didn’t seem to be all that different in many ways, despite our world of opposites.
He didn’t protest when I got to my feet, come still splattered thick on my tits. I propped against the counter, watching him. His hands were surprisingly skilled with the meal preparation, and I knew even more of his familiarity in the space by the way he was so at ease with the kitchen. Not only could Lucian Morelli cook a meal, but he seemed to be plenty accustomed to it. Definitely more accustomed to it than I was. He was right on that front.
“You’d better be a grateful bitch and eat what’s put in front of you,” he told me. “I’m feeding you to keep that body of yours fit for my playtime, not because I give a fuck about your hunger.”
A tiny part of me didn’t believe him. That tiny part of me was probably a fool, but I didn’t believe him. He wasn’t just feeding my body, he was feeding me, too.
It didn’t take him long to spoon some pasta out into a bowl and hand it over. He stalked on through to the living room and set himself down at the table. I didn’t say a word as I sat down alongside him and picked at the Lucian Morelli extravaganza with my fork. It was nice. The monster definitely could cook.
I couldn’t hold back my cheek again, not giving a fuck for how my ass was throbbing against the wood of my chair.
“So, how was your day, sweetheart?” I asked him with a sarcastic tone.
He shot me a glare that made my heart leap.
“It was made all the better for hearing about the carnage your disappearance has caused. Your family are heading to war with the Power Brothers. I can’t wait to see the bloodshed and the pain when they truly come to battle.”
I got a flutter in my chest. Guilt as well as curiosity.
He carried on speaking.
“Hilarious really, how ignorant and naive your pitiful family are, Elaine. They really do seem to believe the Power Brothers are the culprits, just because you owe them some pathetic drug debts. Fools.”
If only he knew.
If only he knew just how many secrets naughty little Elaine really kept from the world.
I didn’t say a word about them, just used the opportunity for more criticizm.
“You won’t be so cocky when the world comes to realize just what you’ve done here. Even your own family will destroy you. There’s no way Bryant Morelli is going to tolerate you striking out at me.”
He slammed his fist onto the table and jabbed his fork at me.
“You know fuck all about the Morelli family,” he spat at me. “I’m the fucking head of the Morelli family now, bitch. My word is the law.”
I didn’t believe him. He could kid himself all he wanted, but Bryant Morelli would never give his son the reins. Not a hope in hell.
In that moment, I came to regret just how my frantic action to point the finger at the Power Brothers saved the monster’s skin, at least for the time being.
I only hoped he’d never find out before they killed him. That, or before he killed me.
I’d never want to handle that shame and embarrassment in front of him, to have to explain why I saved him instead of turned him over to my family’s wrath.
His fork was still pointing in my direction, and his eyes were evil, dark.
“Push the fucking boundaries all you like, little girl, I’ll make you suffer for all of them. But believe me, you choose to use your petty little tongue against the Morelli name, and I’ll cut the snarky little bitch right out of you.”