Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but he didn’t hurt her.”
Another man putting his hands on Elsa sends violent thoughts straight to the forefront of my mind. All the ways I wanted to destroy this bastard danced in my head. “I didn’t ask that. He put his hands on my fucking woman.”
“Yeah, it looked like he was trying to flirt hard. They seem to have known each other.”
“Do you know who this fucker was?” He had better have the right answer for me or he was going to face my wrath first.
“At first I didn’t, but I pulled his plates. They belong to Antonio Santos.”
I cut him off because I’m sure that it couldn’t have been that old bastard. “I know that old fucker wasn’t trying to hit on my girl.”
“No. He has a son that’s about her age, so I pulled up his driver’s license and it’s him, Johnny Santos. What do you want us to do?”
“I need to have a word with that little shit. Find out where he is.” I end the call and turn to my future father-in-law. He understood the entire conversation without having to hear the other half.
“So who is this guy?”
“Johnny Santos. I got to go.” We both knew the ramifications of a negative encounter. Santos crossed a line whether he knew it or not.
“Do you need my help?” my godfather asks.
“Not unless I have a problem with the father later, but you warned these motherfuckers before. I won’t be taking this lightly. She’s mine, and if he wants to play stupid games, he can win a motherfucking stupid prize.”
“Calm down, son. You know she’s not going to like you doing this.”
“But you know I have to,” I remind him.
“You’re right, because he stepped out of line and he knows it. Just let me know if you need anything, and once you’re done, we’re going to need to talk about this whole ‘your girl’ thing since things aren’t solidified between you two,” he says with a chuckle.
I nod and leave his office. After a brief visit in the kitchen with Elsa and her mom, I say goodbye to the dog. Quickly, I slide into my SUV with two of my security team members to go meet with the little shit who happens to not be hanging out at home where he should be. He’s either got to be a fucking fool, or has got brass balls because he fucked up today and needs a lesson.
I find him outside a skate park, smoking and drinking like a fucking jerkoff. “Santos, a word,” I state calmly over the din around me. He looks up at me, and his face freezes before he catches himself and tries to act cool. I’m sure his father would love it. I’m betting he’s unaware that he violated our understanding.
“What’s up?” he answers with more bravado than he’ll soon have. He’s surrounded by some of his goons, some little pussies and a couple chicks making him feel tougher than he really is.
“You heard me—get the fuck over here right now before we have a bigger problem.”
“Hold my beer. I have to talk to the old guy.” Yeah, that attitude is going to get him hurt really fast.
“He’s hot. He’s giving me daddy vibes,” the girl next to him utters, licking her lips. Daddy vibes? I’m twenty-four.
“Don’t bother, sugar. Rumor has it that the big, bad casino owner likes twinks.” I ignore his gay remark because I’ve heard the speculation recently, not that it matters. I’m wondering who would spread the rumors when the families at the meeting had been aware of my sentiments.
When it comes to my sexuality, the only person whose opinion I care about is Elsa’s, and she thinks I’m sleeping with the woman I am spotted with every once in a blue moon. Those were always business deals. Nothing more. Ever.
Before I was interested in her, I’d been too busy to focus on dating. It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered it, but it requires effort that I have no interest in investing energy into. Since I’ve realized my feelings for Elsa, no one else even catches my attention for a fraction of a second.
“Did you, or did you not, touch Elsa today?” I ask.
“What the fuck does it matter?” he spits back.
“I swear you’re either dumb as fuck, or you have a serious thrill issue. I’ll only ask you once more, but you’re not going to like the result. Did you touch Elsa?”
“She’s fucking fair game.” My fist lands directly on his cute face, sending him onto his ass with blood spurting everywhere.
“She isn’t to be touched. You’ve been warned. It’s the last warning you’ll get. Next time it will be something other than my fist that meets your face.”
“You fucking pussy. What did you do?” he shouts, but it comes out pretty weak since he’s holding his nose as his boys attempt to look tough. My guys reach for their pieces, but I raise my hand.