Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“It pays the bills.”
“How long have you worked there?”
He trailed his lips toward her breasts, cupping them together. He loved her large tits. All he wanted to do was press his face against each mound.
A moan escaped her lips.
“No, I … I lost my last job.”
Ruin didn’t pause. “You lost it. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He bit down on her nipple and she cried out. The sound filled the air, and his cock hardened even more. She had sensitive tits. He slid his tongue across each peak, and then used his teeth.
“You’re such a good girl, Callie,” he said.
“I … I … don’t know why I lost it,” Callie moaned.
Ruin tried to calm himself so he didn’t keep stopping her from telling him everything that happened.
“I was called into the office one Friday night. Mr. Morelli looked so angry. He told me my presence was no longer needed and that I hadn’t been doing my job properly.”
He quickly distracted her, reaching between them, touching her clit. She sunk her teeth into her lip, crying out.
“Please.”
“What did you do to make him angry?”
Callie gasped. “I … I don’t know. I heard someone say he had lost something or that something was stolen, I don’t know what. I think he blamed me or thought I had taken it.”
Ruin smiled against her chest.
“You’re not a little thief?” he asked, biting her tit, not too hard, but enough to make her moan.
“No.”
Ruin moved her up, placed his cock at her entrance, and then slowly moved her over his length, getting her to sit on his dick. She took him, her tight hot cunt swallowing him up. He didn’t want to stop fucking her.
Dante Morelli was going to try to kill Callie, but Ruin would have to deal with him. There was no way he was going to allow anyone to hurt her. Callie was his woman, and he would protect her. Anyone who tried to stop him would end up dead.
Chapter Seven
“Why is she still alive?”
Ruin stared across the office at Dante Morelli.
The man was looking mighty pissed. Ruin didn’t belong to anyone and while Dante had been calling him, insulting and disrespecting him, he refused this meeting.
He pressed the tips of his fingers together and looked at Dante. He didn’t like him, never had. The man was feared and in his own way respected, but not in any ways that counted. At least not to Ruin. As far as Ruin was concerned, this man hadn’t earned his place in the world. Dante had been the son, and the Morelli line was what had earned his patch. Men and women died for Dante to get to this point.
Dante had a reputation of getting others to do his dirty work for him. Sure, he liked to take credit, and he also enjoyed a little torture, but usually when the hard work was already done. Ruin could never condone or respect that kind of behavior. It angered and infuriated him.
Dante slammed his palm on the desk. “Answer me, you fucking imbecile.”
Ruin moved fast. He had a knife embedded into Dante’s hand, keeping it on the desk. Dante screamed and Ruin grabbed the man’s chin.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dante asked. “You know who you’re dealing with.”
“And you know who you’re dealing with,” Ruin said. “I will not be ordered around like I’m some kind of fucking toy, you piece of shit.”
“You’re ours.”
Ruin smiled. “I belong to no one, you useless prick.” He grabbed the tip of the knife and gave it a little twist. There was banging on the door after Dante started to scream. “Tell them you’re okay or this goes into your neck.”
Dante glared at him. He wasn’t used to being threatened, which was hilarious. This man was the capo. He was meant to live with daily threats. He went to open his mouth.
“Or should we talk about the tolls?” Ruin asked.
While Callie was at work, he had no choice but to keep busy. He was a very curious man, after all. The tolls had been an interesting little piece of information.
Dante huffed. “I’m fine. Leave us!”
The banging on the door stopped.
“Take it out.”
Ruin held the knife in place. “The tolls?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s see, we’ve got a pimp who attacks women, gets them hooked on dope, and uses them. Their bodies end up in the trash or the river, and the cops don’t even investigate. An underground casino, flying high. A fighting ring, several brothels, all of which have said they pay the toll.”
With each word he spoke, Dante was getting paler.
“I have no idea what they’re talking about.”
“Why do you want Callie Lawson dead?”
Dante ran his hand down his face. Beads of sweat dotted his brow. He looked ready to collapse, which Ruin found so fucking funny. He wanted to kill him, but first, he needed to make sure Callie was safe. Taking out pimps and deadbeats was easy. There was no reason to cover his tracks. The fine details didn’t matter. With Dante, he had his own set of rules to follow, and with the hit being placed on Callie, he had to clear it. To protect her.