Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Chapter
Seven
STELLA
Mortification and adrenaline rush through me as Axel climbs up from under the table. He winks before placing a glass filled with white liquid in front of me. I don’t need to ask him what he wants. Axel gets off on humiliating me, and if I’m being honest, I get off on him doing it. It’s this twisted game we play. I’m sure our games seem the opposite of love to others, but those people don’t have a man who would jump into a burning building or oncoming traffic for them.
I survey the three insanely handsome men beside me who would do anything for me. People can judge all they want about how we live or what we’re into. But they can eat their hearts out because they’ve never felt what I have.
I move to grip the glass, but Axel’s firm hand wraps around my wrist. “Not yet, Rabbit. What would be the fun without a show? Wait until they get back.”
“Axel, you can’t be serious. That’s my mother.”
Leaning back, Axel crosses his arms, eyebrow raised and a wicked smirk on his full lips. “So? That’s my father.”
Kian leans over and nips my earlobe. He takes my coke and pours it into the glass. “Better, Sweet Girl? Now she won’t have a clue what you’re drinking.”
His hand travels up my legs, and he slides a finger into my center before dipping it into the glass and mixing the cum with the coke. He winks as he sucks the finger. “Tastes good.”
My mother walks back to the table with Anthony’s hand on her lower back as if he’s guiding her. I was a little worried about their fast union, but my mother is happier than I’ve ever seen her, and the way Anthony looks at her rivals the way his son stares at me. The Moretti men have a way of making their woman the center of their universe. If Anthony loves my mom a fraction of the way Axel loves me, then she’s genuinely happy.
“So what’s this talk about weddings,” Anthony asks as he follows my mother into the booth.
“The four of us are getting married,” Axel says. “Take a sip of your drink, Stella.”
I kick him under the table, and all he does is smile, the arrogant ass. He raises one eyebrow, cocking his head when I don’t move quickly enough. I smile and sit there with my hands on my lap, and he bursts out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” my mother asks, confusion fluttering on her face.
Axel leans his head on his elbow, his eyes never leaving my face. “Oh, I was wondering if Stella would enjoy drinking from the source more than her glass. I think it might be interesting watching her try to catch her breath as she takes it that way.”
The asshole. He’s going to sit here and tell our parents everything if I don’t do what he wants. I choke on my saliva as I take the glass, tilting it to my lips.
“That’s a good girl. Remember, big brother knows best.”
My mother sputters as she grabs her chest at Axel claiming to be the big brother of the girl he’s banging. I glare a warning at him.
Anthony ignores the exchange. “It’s illegal to marry more than one person.” He’s probably used to his son’s insanity and has learned to ignore it instead of confronting it, which is smart since confrontation fuels Axel. “Maybe we hold the ceremony with one of you.”
“Yes, no one is getting married legally. It’s more spiritual,” Kian injects. “It’s the four of us. Our way.”
Chapter
Eight
KIAN
Moretti better not pull this shit. Stella is ours, all of ours. Not one of us gets to have his name on here while the other two get scraps.
Moretti isn’t stupid enough to go against me. Sure, he’s the boss, but I’m the unhinged one. I’m the one he sends in when he needs someone or something eliminated. He’s not dumb enough to think he could replace me so quickly. Enforcers like me are a needle in a haystack. Anyone can kill on demand, but only a few can kill on demand, erase all evidence, and be loyal as fuck. My loyalty comes with a price, and that’s my queen. Don’t fuck with Stella, and you’ll come up smelling like roses. Mess with her, and I’ll end you. It doesn’t matter if he’s Axel’s daddy.
Before I can say anything else, we’re saved by two servers placing food on the table.
Stella stabs her salad with her fork as she tucks strands of her long brown hair behind her ear. All this is freaking her out. As much as she wanted a wedding, she thought it wasn’t possible. But if Stella wants something, we’ll make it possible. No matter what.
“Dad, we want to commit to each other. The four of us. It’s not just about Stella. It’s about all of us as a family. A unit.”