Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Marra walked over to the door.
“Don’t open it,” Johnny said in a voice she knew only she could hear.
She went over to the peephole and glanced through it. The woman on the other side was gorgeous, with long dark hair, dark eyes that matched her olive complexion and her Italian heritage, and a presence that was so insane it rivaled Joey’s. Marra looked at Johnny again.
“Angie’s here,” Johnny said into the phone, and reached for his magazine. Clearly he wasn’t concerned about the screaming woman on the other side of the door currently threatening everyone with bodily harm. “She’s just being Angie, but I’m not about to open the door and deal with that shit.” He flipped through his magazine and leaned back on the couch.
She moved over to where Johnny was sitting.
“She’ll either tire herself out, someone will call the cops on her crazy ass, or you can always come here and deal with her.” There was a moment of silence, and then Johnny glanced at her. “She’s holding up despite your former pussy on demand making her presence known, Joey.” And then he held the phone out for her.
She took it from him. “Hello?”
The sound of Joey exhaling came through the receiver. “You holding up okay?”
She shouldn’t have felt this little tingle at the base of her spine at hearing his voice, and her heart shouldn’t have started speeding up. There was the murder shit happening, and now his ex pounding on the door like a psycho. Yet here she was, wishing Joey was here because she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what they had done this morning.
Despite knowing she shouldn’t want him because of many different factors, she also knew that trying to stop her feelings now that they were open was fruitless. There was just something about Joey that drew her in. He was dangerous and a mob Boss, and definitely a bad boy, and for the last twelve months she had told herself over and over again that he was wrong for her on every level.
“Well, aside from the screaming you hear in the background, that someone may or may not be after me to kill me for what I saw, and the fact we…” She glanced at Johnny quickly, telling herself that she didn’t need to talk about what she and Joey had done just this moment right in front of this man.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about all that. I didn’t know she’d be making an appearance. I’ve been trying to finish things here quickly, but we’ve come into a little issue, and it might be a little longer.”
She stood and glanced at Little Johnny again. He didn’t seem concerned about anything as he continued to read his magazine. She made her way into the back bedroom and sat on the bed. “Joey, I’m going stir crazy here and have only been at your apartment for less than a day.” The sound of the crazed ex dimmed slightly, and Marra got up and glanced around the door.
“I know, baby, but we’ve talked about this.”
Was it wrong to enjoy Joey calling her those endearments? If it was she didn’t care at the moment. Marra was scared, hesitant, confused, and even aroused all in the same breath. It was a plethora of things to feel at any given time, but once she had accepted everything that was going on, they had bombarded her. “I know, but still, you have to understand—”
“I do, and just be patient, Marra.”
She nodded even though he couldn’t see her. But she was more interested in the fact there were these deep muffled voices on the other side of the door, along with Angie’s. Then there was silence. “I think she was escorted out,” she said to Joey, and turned away from the hallway and went back into the room.
“Good, because Angie and her drama are the last thing we need right now. I’ll have someone talk to her and tell her to back off.”
The sound of someone mumbling and then the distinct noise of flesh hitting flesh had Marra knitting her brows. “Everything okay, Joey?” Did she even want to know?
“Yeah, baby, just taking care of some business. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and hopefully I’ll have some good news, okay?”
“Okay.” This whole thing was weird and had all these red flags going up inside of her. She disconnected the call, and then pulled the phone away to stare down at it. Honestly, she wasn’t stupid, so although the thought of calling the cops and reporting what she had seen because she knew it was the right thing to do had flashed through her mind, she stood and brought the phone back to Little Johnny.
There was silence now, and she was thankful Angie was gone and that drama was averted for the time being.