Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
What’s this girl doing to me? I press my foot on the brake pedal and take a calming breath. I need to think clearly and regroup. This isn’t what I wanted, but it can still work.
“Why are you so mad at me? I’m staying in Miami, and my uncle isn’t ready for war. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. I wanted to punch my uncle in his throat. Never in my life have I ever been so angry with him.
He took things too far. The bullshit he whispered in my ear still has my blood boiling. Oni isn’t just a piece of ass because she’s not the right skin color. I’m not subscribing to that bullshit.
Fuck him and that bullshit way of thinking. If he had called Oni a thief one more time, I was going to shoot him myself. I barely held in my rage during that meeting.
“I wanted you at the house with me. I didn’t know my father was going to pull that shit,” I snarl.
“Okay, but what difference does it make? Your place isn’t that far away. Am I in danger with your dad?”
I roll my eyes. “My pop has enough whores to keep him entertained. He’s no threat to you. He’ll keep his word and treat you like a daughter.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know,” I bellow at the top of my lungs.
But that’s just it. I do know. I don’t want her away from me.
I can’t deny how much I want her anymore. I’m starting to feel insane with my desire for her. It’s not about sex.
Although I think she’s hot as fuck, I want to know she’s mine. I want to know she wants me as much as I want her. When we walk into a room, I want everyone to know she’s with me and off-limits.
“Pull over,” she yells back, breaking into my rambling thoughts.
“What?”
“Pull the fuck over.”
“For what?”
I glance at her to see her lips are trembling. Is she about to cry? Fuck, what the hell am I doing?
“I’m already an emotional wreck trying to figure this all out. I don’t need you yelling at me when all I’m doing is asking you a simple question. I want out of this car. I’ll walk the rest of the way,” she hurls at me.
I scoff. “You’re not walking, Oni.”
“Yeah, we’ll see. Pull over now.”
I grind my teeth and pull the car over to the side of the road. She hops out before I can put the car in park. I slam the car into park and hop out.
“Oni,” I roar after her as she stomps away from the car. “Oni.”
She doesn’t stop or acknowledge that I’m calling her name.
“Damnit, Oni. Come back here,” I bark.
She lifts her hand and gives me the finger as she continues to walk away. I tighten my jaw and slam the door shut as I take off after her. I don’t have time for this shit. I’ve wasted enough time bullshitting in the last two days.
I eat up the distance between us in a few short strides with my long legs. She looks over her shoulder and tries to take off running when she sees I’m hot on her heels. I shake my head and quickly grab her.
“Put me down,” she growls as I wrap my arms around her and throw her over my shoulder.
Oh my God, she smells so fucking good. As she wiggles in my hold, her scent surrounds me. I want to turn my head and bite her cute ass.
This is the shit she has running through my head. I’m turning into a pussy for her, and still, I don’t want to be free of the hold she has on me.
She punches my back as I walk back toward the car. I tighten my hold when she almost slips. If she were anyone else, I would toss her ass down on the ground and tell her to figure her shit out. However, this is Oni.
I hurt her feelings and I’m not okay with that. Once I get her back to the car, I place her on her feet and press her into the vehicle with my body. I’m hard as fuck and I know she can feel it.
“I’m sorry,” I yell into her face. “You have me acting like a pubescent teen and my head is all fucked up over you.”
“What?” she asks, her brows knit.
I cup the sides of her face and tilt her head back until our gazes lock. She looks back at me with a mix of emotions. I’m sure I have a similar expression.
“I want you. That’s why I want you with me. I tried to fight it.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I want you and it’s fucking with my head. That’s why it matters where you are. I want you with me. You belong with me,” I breathe into her face.