Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
I nod back, glancing from him to Delta’s boyfriends, to the Greco brothers, before sliding into the back seat with my girls.
Sai and I will talk, but first … time to spill the juice on my “new dick.”
Delta tightens her robe, and we drop into the seats on Bronx’s balcony, glancing down at the boys wrestling on the platform sixty yards away.
“They’re getting better,” I note, also watching Kenex and Kylo’s match. “Faster.”
“Kenex beat Alto in a firing contest this week.”
I nod. That’s good. Something I’ll store for later in case my dad decides to try and get us to kick them out. Again.
“But they did corner Sasha yesterday,” Delta shares. “Not sure what they said, but she was as red as a tomato when she walked away, so it was definitely on the naughty side.”
“We did say we’d give them a little taste of the trouble they bring.” Bronx pours two glasses of wine, keeping the bottle for herself.
“We did.” I grab mine, leaning back once more and kicking my feet up on the stone railing.
“Now.” She drinks straight from the bottle. “Details. All of them.”
“You’re not going to like it,” I tell them both.
“Oh, this sounds like it’s going to be good!”
“Was it the heir?” She scrunches her face. “I mean … he’s drop-dead, do me now and do me good gorgeous, but imagine all the family dinners you’ll have to go to with that mama’s boy.”
Running my finger over the rim of the glass, I smile down at it. “No, it’s not him. And that won’t be a problem because Bastian has no parents.”
“Good. We hate parents.”
A laugh leaves me and I take a sip, shrugging lightly. “I don’t know. I like my dad.”
“You love your dad. You don’t like him.”
True …
“So … Bastian, hmm?” Delta smiles. “Is he Italian mob? Greek cartel?” She gasps. “Oh my god, you said parentless, so is he already in his position?!”
“No, nothing like that.”
Confusion takes place along both their expressions as they wait for more.
“He’s …” He’s what? How do I explain him?
An “associate,” as we call the grunt guys at the very bottom of the food chain, but he’s not even on it, let alone at the bottom.
A petty thief, perhaps, but really, I’m the one who stole from him.
An armed robber, but again … I was the one with a weapon the night we met. I’m sure he had one, but he didn’t show his cards.
He never shows his cards.
He’s like a vault, giving nothing away, yet radiating dominance someone like him shouldn’t so easily possess.
Or maybe he should. What do I know?
He’s just a hot guy with a wicked mouth that knows how to use his dick. An orphan who was taught to barbeque and has a sister somewhere, who apparently has a halo hovering over her head, if his words are true.
He’s a guy I hardly know but can’t stop thinking about.
I look to my girls, my best friends. “He’s an outsider.”
“An enemy crew?” Bronx’s brows dip in the center.
“Unaffiliated.”
“Rocklin …” Delta speaks with caution, not wanting to question me but needing to nonetheless. “Are you sure?”
I understand their concern. It’s the same shit I worked through myself when I first met him.
Who he is and where he comes from. How he gets in and who sends him.
I’ve asked myself all the right questions and looked for all the answers, but at the end of the day, I’m trusting my gut.
Bastian Bishop is a nobody, just as he claimed.
No, that’s not true.
He’s not a nobody.
He’s … mine.
“You like him,” Delta whispers softly.
My head snaps her way. “I hardly know him.”
“But you want to know him more,” Bronx guesses.
“I will know him more.”
“Your dad—”
“Won’t allow it?” I finish off my glass, snagging the bottle from her hand and pouring more into mine. “Yeah, I know.”
“So, okay, he’s unaffiliated, but what’s he like?”
“He’s … annoying.” My lips quirk. “Bossy.”
“So, he’s you,” Bronx teases, taking another very unladylike chug from the bottle, snagging the second one from where she stuffed it under the table, the cork already out. “Imagine the power struggle.”
I frown.
Is there one?
“Come on, give us more,” she urges.
“He’s sly. Confident.”
“Still you.”
“He’s poor.” I look to them. “Wears jeans and old Jordans and I think he’s alone, but I’m not sure.”
“So the opposite of you …” Delta gives a tender smile. “Sounds like Ander when we first found him and look at him now.”
“Shacking up with a queen bee and her boo.” Bronx wiggles her brows.
The three of us laugh.
“You won’t be laughing when I tell you how we met.” I pause. “Well, maybe you will laugh about that part, but not what followed.”
Both girls sit forward, eyes dancing with excitement.
I go into full detail about the gas station and how he broke into The Enterprise, not leaving out a single detail until I get to the sex. I do tell them, but I keep the good parts to myself, much to their dismay. I tell them about the texts and his warning about Dom. How I plan to heed it and keep Dom out of my bed because I’m not done with him yet.