Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Clyde you got what I told you to yet?”
“Yeah boss right here.” My head of security passed me the folder he was holding. Inside was everything I needed to break the motherfucker. By the time I was done he’d wish he’d never set eyes on me and mine.
“I’ll go through it later. Let’s take a ride.” My temper was still running hot and not even her blood on my dick had assuaged it much. Clyde didn’t ask where we were headed; he had more sense than that.
I didn’t check on her before leaving the house, she wasn’t going anywhere. The room was locked and she was hanging from the wall, the fuck was she gonna go?
When we reached the underground garage I climbed into the backseat of my Bughatti Galibier and loosened the top button of my shirt. I’d forgotten how to breathe in the states.
“Take me to his place.” I wasn’t surprised when both my guys turned around in their seats to look at me, but once again neither said anything. Just looked at each other and then turned to look ahead.
“Boss, you need us to call in the others?”
“Nah, I can fuck with him on my own.”
“You saw the news right. His place is crawling with cops and reporters.”
“The fuck that got to do with me?” They shook their heads and kept it moving.
I know how these humps in their five thousand dollar suits work. They hire others to do everything but wipe their fat asses. Me, I like getting my hands dirty. Never ask someone to do something you’re afraid of doing yourself. That’s a sure way to give power to that person. You want complete power; you show your soldiers what the fuck you’re capable of.
My mind kept going back to her hanging there where I’d left her. I didn’t like the tender feelings I had towards her, like worrying if I should’ve taken her down from there and if her arms were gonna be sore by the time I got back to cut her down.
I gritted my teeth and looked out the window at the old stomping ground to clear my head. It didn’t escape my notice that as soon as she came into my head my greedy ass cock perked right the fuck up. Ain’t this a bitch? I’ve had all kinds of women over the years. In fact I’d fucked all the local Miss whoevers in the last five years, it was a thing with me, and none of them had ever made my dick as hard as this girl does. Hmm!
5
Nico
We pulled up and through the gates of the mansion the asshole lived in. The place was an eyesore. Nothing but pretentious marble statues and fountains all over the fuck, what the fuck was it a museum? Probably compensating for a small dick. Most megalomaniacs were known for doing that shit.
I barely paid attention to the security guard that made my guys roll down the window and asked for ID. “He’s expecting me. Tell him it’s Nicolo Rossetti.” I smirked when I said that shit. This kind of shit tickles me. Nothing I like more than scalping a motherfucker in his own backyard.
He called someone and was soon ushering us in. I checked my glock, but knew I wouldn’t be needing it, not this time anyway. The news was right, there were cops like fucking roaches all over the place.
Some jackass in a fifty-dollar suit showed me into the room where Preston Aldridge the fourth was waiting. What kind of pussy ass name is that anyway? It fit. The soft motherfucker sitting there must have a shitload of backup if he thought he could fuck with me. I hope he wasn’t just relying on his money to defeat me. I could buy his ass and still have enough left over to buy a couple third world countries. But he wouldn’t know that.
He ushered everyone out of the room as I walked in. “You son of a bi…” He started to get out of his chair.
“I wouldn’t say such things about my mother if I were you. You’re not always going to be surrounded by cops.” I smirked at his milquetoast ass as I took his measure.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Safe…for now. But how long she stays that way is entirely up to you.”
“Let me talk to her, I need to know she’s okay.”
“No. Now about those mineral rights you stole from my father.”
He looked around the room and sat back in his desk chair. “Look that wasn’t personal…”
“This is. I want them back by eight tomorrow morning or I’ll start sending her to you in pieces.”
“Do you know who I am you little punk? I can call any one of those men in here right now and have you taken out and they’ll never find the body.”