Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I’m carrying my woman out of the house before she recognizes the woman giving Dario a blow job in his kitchen. Fuck, if June saw his cock, I would have been pissed. It’s not like my dick isn’t huge. Call it jealousy, but I still haven’t gotten over the fact that I thought she wanted him.
“Was Mr. Conti getting head from someone in the kitchen?” June asks in a hushed whisper, eyes wide.
“Yes, and you nearly walked in there,” I snap, feeling irrationally jealous.
“That’s why you didn’t want me over. Were you planning to join in?” She punches me in the chest, reading me completely wrong.
Twisting my head to the side, I stare at the love of my life like she’s fucking insane. “No, are you fucking nuts?”
“No, but you were coming over here to meet with him and obviously here to get your own turn,” she hissed, eyes turning from blue to that green-eyed monster. I’d spank her ass if I didn’t find her possessiveness sexy as fuck.
“To handle some other matters. I had no idea that he was getting any affection from… well, let’s just say I wasn’t expecting that. Anyway, that’s not our business, so next time don’t fucking come running over here after I tell you not to.”
“Well, you told me you were coming here and then you weren’t here. Where were you, huh?” She jabs me in the chest. I’m going to have to take her over my knee after I get her jealousy out of the way.
“I was out getting you this, you little brat.” I dropped on one knee and asked her in the middle of Dario’s driveway. “June Beaman, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”
“Well, yes.” I slide the ring on her finger and then stand up and pull her into my arms. With a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, I tilt her head and bring her lips to mine. She moans in my mouth, and then I carry her over to my waiting vehicle to take her bratty ass back to the house so I can teach her to follow my rules.
“I need to apologize to the boss.”
“The fuck you do right now. He’s busy. I’m going to spank your ass for watching him get off.”
“I didn’t see anything, but I was shocked.”
“I could almost swear you two were brothers.”
“We’re cousins.”
“Oh. Well, that explains it.” I swat her ass and get her in the car. It’s something we don’t talk about because my father was a dog and I’m the bastard child of the family. I wasn’t included in their immediate family until it was too late. By then, they had all been nearly decimated and I no longer cared for any relationship except the one I had built with my long-time friend and cousin, Dario.
We are about to drive away when the gates open and a vehicle speeds through. We get close, and it stops. It’s Enrico. “Hey, you two.”
“What happened to your face?” I ask. He has a scratch on his cheek.
“Had to deal with a little bitch, but I quickly handled that problem. Now I have another problem on my hands. Thanks for the tip, Alessio. All three have fallen. I owe you.”
We hear someone shouting from the trunk. “Let me out, you fucking asshole.” A female someone. I promised June we never dealt in females and innocents like that, and fucking Enrico’s got one in the trunk. Fuck me.
“Excuse us,” I say, needing to get her far away before she figures out who it is.
“What the hell?”
“He’s not going to hurt her.”
“What the hell do you mean? Whoever she is, she’s in a trunk. I could have sworn I recognized her voice too.” We reach the house and just as we get out of the car, she gasps and starts to run. I’m on her in a second, picking her up from behind and carrying her into the house.
“He has January, and you were the one who sent him after her.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, I told him where she was, but that’s because…well, let’s just say he’s not as subtle about his feelings as I am.”
“What the fuck?”
“So he’s not trying to hurt her?”
“He’s not going to hurt her, but given that she’s fiery, I’m guessing she wound up in the trunk for a reason.”
“I’m fiery as well.” She huffs, slapping her hands on her hips.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t put you in the trunk.”
“How do I know that?”
“Because that implies I’d let you leave. Hello—we’ve been over this. The bed has your name written all over it. I need to invest in those kinky bed ties or some shit like that. Get you all restrained so you can’t leave and I can make you come all day long.”
“You are trying to get out of this by seducing me, and it’s not going to work.”