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)
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” I give a short laugh. “You’re driving me crazy, Oni. I’m going to kiss you.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I crush her lips with mine. She moans into my mouth, and I lose it. I begin to devour her as she opens up for me.
I know right away I’ve fucked up. She’s mine. I’m not letting her go. Oni Raven will be mine forever.
I will kill a motherfucker for touching her. There isn’t anything I’m willing to let come between us. She can go stay with my pop. I’ll be right there with her.
This girl is everything to me.
Oni
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He’s kissing me. Rico Gallo is kissing me.
I don’t know whether to stop this or to pull him closer for more. He’s a great kisser … I think. I have no point of reference. My first kiss is from a guy I know is a killer.
I think I was dropped on my head as a baby. That would explain some of my life choices. I should not be this excited and happy to be kissing him.
“Oni,” he growls into my mouth and reaches to squeeze my butt in one hand.
I can feel him growing harder against me. His bulge has been pressed against me since he first pressed me against the car. I whimper into his mouth, desperately wanting more.
My phone rings, startling me and causing me to jump away from Rico. I reach up to touch my lips as I dig my phone from my pocket. That was … I don’t know what to call it. Magic, delicious, breathtaking—those are just some of the words that come to mind as I stand staring into his eyes.
He’s breathing hard as he stares into mine. Pulling a hand down his face, he then blows out a breath and purses his lips. I think we’re both in shock at first.
Breaking eye contact, I look down at my phone to see it’s Mason. I begin to chew on my lip, wondering if I should take the call. I didn’t exactly tell him where I was taking off to or that I was taking off.
I could have asked Mason for his help, but I didn’t want to involve him and his family. I know who the Sullivan family is, but I do my best not to get into Mason’s or his family’s business. This would have dragged me right into the middle of their world.
According to Emory—our other best friend and Mason’s father’s right-hand man’s daughter—the Gallo and Sullivan families don’t necessarily get along. I will not be the reason for them going to war. Mason has never told me where he ranks in his family, but Emory has told me it’s up there.
My gut is telling me to keep him out of this as best I can. Mason and Emory are the only other people outside my uncle and my mom who know I took that truck back in New York. Trackhawks aren’t even my thing.
Mason had dared me to take it. He and Emory took off after I got out to accept the dare. I had been on my way to our usual meet-up spot when I accidentally knocked open the hidden compartment, causing me to pull over.
“You going to answer that?” Rico asks and lifts a brow.
“I … uh … maybe later. It’s just one of my friends.”
He nods and searches my eyes. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he reaches to tuck one of my braids behind my ear.
“Say something,” he breathes while searching my gaze.
I don’t know what to say. I mean, I have a million thoughts, but I can’t say any of them out loud to him. As I think of how I have no one here to talk to about this, I start to wonder if this is the smartest thing to do in the first place.
There’s the fact that I now work for him. Then I watched him kill two guys just last night. I know who he is and who he wants to become.
Heck, if I had friends here, I still wouldn’t be able to talk to them about him. That’s a huge red flag if I’m honest with myself. I know for a fact I can’t call Emory or Mason to tell them about all this.
The smart thing to do would be to get in this car, go and get my things, and head back to his father’s house. However, I think it’s clear that I haven’t done the smart thing in quite some time. Instead of saying something to line up with the smart thing to do, I blurt out the first dumb thing to come to mind.
“I always thought my first kiss would be from my boyfriend. I don’t know why I let you do that.”