Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
She stared at him.
“And my father murdered my mother for even daring to have me in the first place,” Mateo said.
This made her gasp.
“He didn’t just give her an easy death, he tortured her, made her scream for mercy. I saw the video. What he got his men to do to her, including my brothers,” Mateo said. “I was banished. He attempted to break me. Sent men after me, thought I was finally not his problem anymore. I killed every person he sent. No one returned, and he kept lying. Then, one by one, I killed the men that hurt my mother. I hunted the capos who voted for me to be outcast, to be killed. Until I got to my brothers, his wife, and finally, him. I took everything from him, broke the Alfonso name, and destroyed everything. As for the mafia’s possessions, I took them. I inherited all the businesses, and those that wanted me to be their boss stayed as capos. The Alfonso Mafia is gone, and now it is simply known as the mafia.”
“You’re not going to change it to the Cole Mafia?” she asked.
He smiled. “That would be poetic, wouldn’t it? Taking the mafia from my dad and renaming it in honor of the woman he killed.”
“It’s your mafia now,” she said.
“Does my story not scare you?” he asked.
“No, it doesn’t.”
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Mateo was not used to caring about anyone. For the longest time it had been about survival. Men and women alike had come to claim his title, to take the mafia from him, but he wouldn’t let that happen. Not on his watch. The mafia belonged to him. However, he had never truly staked his claim.
And his wife was not afraid after what he had told her. He didn’t like the revelations she had told him. He wanted to delve into her past and find the people responsible for hurting her. After dinner, that was exactly what he had done. He’d gone to one of the cops he trusted on his books and asked for a detailed history of all the places his wife lived while growing up.
Making his way upstairs, he didn’t feel tired. As he got to his bedroom door, there was a slight temptation to go and find another room. In the back of his mind, the memory of Ella’s scream and the pain in her eyes was so very real, and he couldn’t stand the fact he hurt her. All he wanted to do was protect her. These feelings were not natural to him, not when most of his life he’d only been interested in hunting and killing.
He took one step in front of the other, as he came face to face with Ella. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, running a brush through her hair, which she stopped the moment he stepped into the room. Neither of them said a word.
She had already changed into a sleeveless t-shirt and long, flannel-looking pants. Ella got to her feet, and he closed the door behind him. Still, no words were spoken.
Then, he took another step, and another. Within seconds, he was right in front of her, wrapping his arms around her and taking possession of her mouth. He intended to be gentle. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, or hurt her.
That one touch was like a switch in his brain, as he suddenly deepened the kiss, and he heard her gasp and moan, then he ran his hand down her back, squeezing her ass. Breaking from the kiss, she released a moan, and he went straight to her pulse. Another gasp came from her as he bit down, followed by another moan.
Running his hands up, he grabbed the edge of her shirt and started to pull the damn thing out of the way. Tossing it to the floor, he leaned down and lifted one of her large breasts, sucking at the tight nipple. Her pleasured cries echoed around the room, and he walked her back until her feet hit the bed and she toppled down.
Mateo went with her, then kissed down her body. He grabbed her flannel pants and started to peel them off her legs, thankful she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Spreading her thighs, he went straight to the lips of the sex and spread it open. Her clit was swollen, and her slit was soaking wet.
He slid one single finger inside her, going straight to the hilt. Although he used his finger, he went to the knuckle, and he felt how tight she was. Adding a second finger, he leaned down and flicked his tongue across her clit. Just the tip of his tongue, as he wriggled his two fingers inside her, hoping to relieve the tightness. There was no hope of that. She was so fucking tight. He wanted to fuck her hard.