Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
No wonder Lucca hates his fuckin’ guts.
Suddenly, Sal perfectly understood Lucca’s hatred for the man in front of him. He thought his best friend was a bit harsh to his younger brother Nero’s friend. It wasn’t like it was Amo’s fault he fell in love with the same girl Lucca had.
But seeing his eyes get an eyeful of Valerie, he already knew his late-night activities tonight would be searching up porn with a featured woman that most resembled Valerie.
I oughta take Valerie’s bat and shove it right up his as—
Rubbing his hands together, Amo was already playing dress up in his mind. “She’ll fit right in down here. We’ve been looking for a girl with a different look.”
Yup, he was going to do it. He was going to shove that bat right up his ass and video tape the whole thing. Sal couldn’t possibly move up any more in the family business, but he bet he somehow could if he did it and gave the tape to Lucca for his viewing pleasure.
“Been a bit boring lately down here, don’t you think, Sal?”
At Amo’s comment, Valerie took a better look at the girls walking around in their underwear. Remembering one, then another, then another …
It was practically Sal’s graveyard of women he had taken back to his house and fucked, and now he was here, adding his latest lay to his collection.
The man didn’t have a fucking girlfriend; he had a slew of women, ripe for the picking, an elevator ride away.
Valerie didn’t know whether to feel ashamed, mad, or honestly a little bit proud that she was among some of the fine women down here.
But, somehow, despite her frustration toward Sal at the moment, there was a small silver lining in all of this.
I’m no longer a home wrecker.
The laughing fit that escaped Valerie’s lips had both men staring at her in concern.
What in the hell is so funny?
“So, you don’t have a girlfriend!” she burst out in what seemed like relief.
“Who? Sal?” Amo asked, laughing himself into his own fit. He understood exactly what was so funny. “Hell no! He can barely let himself get laid.”
Suddenly, Valerie’s laughter subsided.
“You done, Amo?” Sal’s voice came out calmer than he’d thought it would. “Or maybe I can tell Lucca how you—”
“What do you need?” Amo quickly asked in fear.
Gaining control of the situation, he was finally able to get to the point. “She needs a job that doesn’t involve using a computer, and she has to be watched over at all times.” When Amo gave him a confused look, he added, “Flight risk,” for clarity.
That seemed to clear up any of Amo’s confusion as he asked, “Anything in particular?”
“Yeah,” Sal began to make himself very clear, “one where she preferably keeps the clothes she’s currently wearing on.”
“Oh, I can definitely work with that.” Amo gave her another appreciative look and held out his elbow for her to take. “Come on, doll. What’s your name?”
The smile she gave Amo before she wound her hand around the offered arm sent Sal over the edge. Only the first three letters of her name had come out of her mouth before he snatched her ass right back.
“Val—”
“You know what? Never mind,” Sal told Amo before dragging her back out through the Underground.
“What the—Sal!” she snapped and hit at his arm as he pulled her through the Casino Hotel yet again. Out of breath and baseball bat-less, she gave up, letting him take her to another floor.
The room he took her into this time was a darkened space with a million different screens that watched over all the guests in the Casino Hotel, with only one person watching them who hadn’t even bothered to peel his eyes away from the screens. Oddly enough, she found it calming. It was kinda like watching over a video game with multiple avatars. She wasn’t in the room long when she was led yet again through another door and into someone’s office.
Who’s the lucky person I’m going to meet now?
Internally, she rolled her eyes, waiting for the made man to show up that she was going to attempt to shadow next.
Rolling in another chair from the screen room, he placed it right by the door he had just shut them into. “Sit here.”
Valerie sank to the chair he had pushed her down on, the feeling awfully similar to being put in timeout as a child. With nothing to do, she couldn’t help but notice the computer setup of her fucking dreams. Whoever owned it, she definitely wanted to meet now. Hell, she wanted to have sex with the man on the desk.
So, imagine her surprise when Sal sat down behind it.
“This is your office?”
Sal reached into the front pocket of his suit and put on his glasses before he looked at the multiple screens.