Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“What the fuck did she say?” my cousin Gianna asks.
“I think the little one is proposing,” I say to her in my thick Italian accent. I cock my head to the side as I narrow my eyes. “Is that right?”
“Um, yes?” She bites her bottom lip, and when her teeth sink into it, I notice how full and soft it looks.
“Look at that mouth,” I say in Italian. “It looks like it was made for sucking cock.” My bodyguard coughs to hide his laugh.
Gianna scowls at me. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit,” she says in Italian. “She’s practically a child.”
“I’m not a child,” Pru says in perfect Italian.
“Fuck,” Gianna hisses.
I shrug and take a sip of my wine. There’s no use apologizing because I won’t mean it. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here, little one?” I ask in English.
“My father is—”
“I know who your father is,” I snap, cutting her off. I slam my fist down on the table, and it makes her jump back. “Don’t walk into my place of business and treat me like a fool.”
“I-I didn’t. I mean, that’s not what I was doing.”
“Vitaly, maybe I should talk to her alone,” Gianna offers, and I hold up my hand to silence her.
She might be older than me, but I’m the one in charge. I’m the one that makes decisions and does the talking.
“You can sit here quietly or get the fuck out, Gianna,” I say.
She curses quietly but doesn’t make a move to get up as I turn my eyes on the raven-haired beauty. Pru’s face is flushed, and she looks terrified. Good.
“Now, little one. I asked you a question, and I won’t repeat myself.” To make my point clear, I reach inside my jacket and pull my gun out of the holster. I place it on the table in front of me and then lean back in the booth.
“I want to make a deal.”
I wave my hand for her to continue as I stretch my arms across the back of the booth. I keep my eyes trained on her and watch every slight movement she makes.
“My father arranged a marriage for me.”
“To Eduardo Manola.” She seems surprised I know this. “It’s my business to know what my enemy is up to.”
“Of course.” She swallows hard and then plays with the cuff of her hoodie. “What I’m offering is that you marry me instead.”
I lean forward and put my elbows on the table. “And why would I do that?”
“Well, there are two possible scenarios. One, you could do it to unite our families and consolidate power. It would mean that you and my father could take over territories and not fight anymore.”
“The second?” Gianna asks, but Pru keeps her eyes on mine.
“To send my father into a rage and destroy his empire.”
“Hmm,” I say and then slowly stand from the table. Grabbing my gun, I keep it in my hand as I take a step in her direction.
“Or I could just leave and we can pretend this never happened?” she says, her voice high and terrified.
“How about I give you a scenario of my own, little one,” I say and tuck my gun into the holster at my side.
I’m right in front of her, and this close, I can see the dusting of freckles across her nose. Her eyes are wide and her bottom lip trembles as she tilts her head all the way back to look up at me. This close I can see how much smaller she is, and I love towering over her.
“I take you home, make you my prisoner, and use you as collateral. I could get your father to give me whatever the fuck I wanted without having to marry his precious daughter.” I reach out and grab her chin before she has a chance to back away. My voice is low as I whisper in Italian so only she can hear me. “And I’ll enjoy ruining you before I send you back to that pussy Eduardo.”
Her gasp excites me. “Please, let me go,” she pleads, and the words are shaky.
“You should know better than to come into the lion's den looking for mercy.” I tilt my head to the side as I smile. “Coming here was a mistake.”
“Please,” she says again, and the word goes straight to my cock.
“Tell me, little one.” I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “Will you beg this pretty when I’ve got you on your knees?”
“Enough, Vitaly,” Gianna says from somewhere behind me.
I was in a trance and somehow forgot that we weren’t alone. I release Pru’s chin and take a step back. As much as I shouldn’t touch her, I’m wild with the need to do it again.
“Get the car,” I tell my bodyguard, and he goes to the front of the restaurant.