Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Ha! You’re just as bad off as I am.
He’d been practically gnawing his bottom lip as he gawked at my ass so close to the tip of his length. A maddening edge shone back to me in his eyes. Oh, you want this too. He was about to erupt, right there within a few seconds. He’d been falling and had no way of getting himself back to safety.
He gritted his teeth. “Who am I?”
The wild sexual animal in me urged to make him beg, force him to yell out my name. But there was no need. He’d pledged his sanity for my life, laid it all in front of me, so raw, bare, and coated in honesty.
“I would murder for you. My hand around the gun. My finger pulling the trigger. My aim as I center it between the eyes of any one of them. No one could make my steady hand shake, not when it comes to you.”
And I believed him.
He trembled against me. “Who am I to you?”
I turned away with tears spilling down my face and my hungry pussy on fire. “You’re my god.”
Chapter 21
TROY
Two days had passed since Jazz, Viv, and Chase had returned from Rome. They’d cut the trip short due to word of those crazy chicks’ flying to Atrani. Somewhere along the way, Chase’s people lost their tracks. The shit had me on edge and everybody else going crazy. In the house, we barely spoke to one another, without snapping out curt, annoyed words. Jazz and Chase argued during the day and humped at night. Viv and I avoided each other as much as possible, still not ready to deal with our problem while faced with three rich murderers.
They’re all doing it together, probably.
So when the third morning hit and still no news, I got everyone together to discuss moving Jazz out of Atrani. Surely, there was no other way. These broads knew where she was, but Jazz had no idea where they lurked. She’d be blind prey in a jungle crowded with predators.
Hell, no.
Yet, no one was prepared to hear what Chase said as he stepped into the dining area. “Dawn just texted me. All three of them are coming here to stay. She said that she didn’t have access to her trust fund, something I did as soon as I heard they were destined for Italy.”
“What do you mean they’re coming here to stay?” Jazz jumped up from the table. “Tell me you don’t think I’m going to help roll out sheets and pillows as one of them plans my death.”
“No.” He headed to his chair and sat down. “I have a staff for that.”
Not a good response, man.
Jazz stalked toward him. “This isn’t funny.”
“No. It’s not.” He massaged his temples. “Having them around living under this roof with you, isn’t ideal but—”
“Isn’t ideal?” Jazz still stood, but now with fisted hands on her hips.
Not a good sign. Once she puts them on her hips, she’ll be drop-kicking somebody with her words.
“This isn’t my house, but do you really think those. . .bitches will make it past the doorway before I stab or—”
“First of all, this is your house.” Chase reached for his glass and took a sip. “Second, you won’t be here.”
She stared at him for several quiet seconds. Her mouth hung agape, as Viv’s did in that moment. This could go either way. Both possibilities had Chase with a new hole in his behind to take a dump with.
Jazz gathered her composure. “This is not my house, so I can’t—”
“Do I need to repeat myself, tesoro?”
“Chase, let me finish.”
“No.” With one finger, he tapped hard on the table. “This is your house. If you don’t want them to stay here, then say something now. Second, and this may be difficult for you to be okay with, but no, you won’t be here with them. I’m flying you back to Oshane City with Vivian and several guards. I pulled some very expensive strings to get your brother Sherman released. Troy made a good point that the people who are guarding you, should be—”
Jazz raised her hands in the air. “Just stop! Right now.” She paced in front of the table. Viv tossed me a worried look. I shrugged, not knowing where all of this would be going.
Chase has balls bringing Sherman into the game.
“I’m not your wife or someone you tell where and when to go places,” Jazz said. “This isn’t my house. Let’s first agree on that. Then let’s stop the freaking madness.”
“This is your house. I don’t need a ring to say that, but if that’s something you need feel free to give me the size of your finger.”
Talk about an odd proposal.
“And will this ring come with a number?” Viv just couldn’t help to get in a little jibe while Chase was knocked down.