Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Agreed, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want more territory. They want more of the drug business, and we don’t use them as our supplier. Any deal they make you take a percentage of. I also heard their leader was shot and killed three weeks ago.”
Standing up, Alonzo finished off his whiskey and didn’t like that he was about to spend the rest of his night dealing with a fucking attack that wasn’t planned, and they didn’t stop. They were the Zanetti mafia. They controlled the city, and people paid them handsomely to keep them safe.
This wasn’t good, and it was only just beginning.
There was a knock as there always was.
“Sir?” Cole asked.
His men knew he asked for Tessa to join him at the end of a day. He’d been dealing with strip clubs, the drugs, and the guns today. He was also having to deal with Adesso. His brother-in-law wanted to start getting a hand in trafficking women.
He didn’t deal with trafficking humans of any kind.
Yes, there was a fortune to be made in human flesh, but it was something that he viewed only with disgust. Watching men, women, and children being auctioned away as either easy labor or sex slaves didn’t appeal to him.
Not that he didn’t have whores.
The Zanettis owned several brothels and dealt in pussy, but those women knew the score. Like all things, he took his cut.
His own father hadn’t respected the whole industry, regardless of how much it earned. Still, he knew what he was doing.
“Where is Adesso?” he asked. He certainly hadn’t been tucking in his son.
He still didn’t understand why his father on his deathbed wished for Jessica to marry the son of a bitch. It wasn’t like she was happy or had even begged for a husband.
Jessica, his poor sister, had wanted to marry for love.
His mother on the other hand, had been pissed off that her husband had given their daughter away as his last wish.
“Come in,” he said.
Tessa appeared a second later. The moment she caught sight of Cole, she stopped.
“What do you want me to do?” Cole asked.
“Find Adesso. I have a feeling his meddling caused this, and bring the car around. We’re going to pay Louis a visit.”
Cole nodded, turned on his heel, and left.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Everything will be okay. I’ve got to cut our night short, I’m afraid.”
He didn’t like how happy she looked at that idea.
“You’re off tomorrow. We’re going out.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’d like to take you shopping.” Surely that would appeal.
“Shopping?”
“Am I not speaking clear English?” he asked.
“I just, I don’t understand.”
“Simple. You don’t take enough vacation time. I employ two nannies for my sister, not just one. You will spend tomorrow with me. We’re going to get you some new clothes.” The ones he always caught her in looked old. She didn’t even spend any of the money he paid her.
He knew this for a fact because he checked her bank account. Nothing was spent. She didn’t need to buy any personal toiletries or food as it all came from him anyway. There was nothing she could ever want as he took care of it all.
Now though, he was determined for her to have fun. He’d given her time to grieve, to deal with the loss of her parents. He was done waiting around.
Done being patient.
He wasn’t known for taking no for an answer.
Tessa was his.
She didn’t know it yet, but she would.
“You really don’t need to do that though. I don’t understand why you would.”
“Simple, I want to spend time with you. To do that, I have to be with you.” He stepped up close to her. She tensed but didn’t step back.
Progress.
He expected her to turn on her heel and run.
No, Tessa was a fighter.
“I have to go now,” he said, reaching out, cupping her cheek. She didn’t accept his touch easily.
One day, he would have her craving his touch. When he put his mind to something that he wanted, he wouldn’t stop until he got it.
Tessa, owning her, she’d be a sweet victory.
With his father dead, he didn’t have anyone to dictate to him who he’d be with. Tessa wasn’t family nor mafia royalty, but he wasn’t going to be told who he could marry.
She belonged to him. He’d known it for some time now, maybe even before she became a nanny.
Stroking his thumb across her bottom lip, he watched her gasp. He wanted nothing more than to take her lips, but then he’d have to leave.
When he finally kissed her, there wasn’t going to be time for him to go anywhere. He wanted the time to explore her body, to take, to touch, to taste.
His cock hardened at the thought of her body beneath his, her virgin pussy spreading for no one else but him.
“I hope you enjoy your hot chocolate and think about me tonight, Tessa.” He leaned in close, tempted to kiss her.