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)
“Babe, it’s not a big deal. Stop looking so guilty.” I burst out into laughter.
Oni trains her gaze on me and glares flames in my direction. If looks could kill, she’d have me six feet under. With a grin, I stand and pick up my plate that’s just been filled and my glass of juice.
I saunter around the table and stop next to Mario on Oni’s right side. Giving him a nod, I wait for him to grab his plate and get up. Once he moves out of the way, I take his seat and put my things down.
“Now that’s better,” I croon and lean in to tip my head back and kiss the side of her neck.
“All I ask is that you two don’t do anything under my roof that will make me have to lock horns with your uncle, Oni,” Pop says.
“Oh my God, we didn’t do more than sleep,” Oni groans.
I roar with laughter and Pop does the same. Oni looks between the two of us with her mouth open.
“You’re making a bigger deal out of this than is necessary. Chill out,” I say through my laughter.
“Just let the floor swallow me. Please.”
“I’m loving this,” Emilia says as she laughs on the other side of Oni.
Al and Ed are laughing so hard their faces are red. I wrap an arm around Oni’s head and tug her to me, then kiss the top of it. Pop looks at us with amusement written all over his face.
“You can relax. Mangiare, the stylist will be here soon. She’s going to make sure Oni has all the gowns she needs for the job,” Pop says and begins to dig into the plate that was just placed in front of him.
I kiss Oni’s temple before I go back to my food. Slowly, she starts on the plate that’s been brought out for her. She even chews cute.
Placing my fork down, I sit back and watch her. From the way she’s stabbing at her food, I know I’m in for it later. I grin to myself and shake my head.
***
Watching Oni has become my new favorite pastime. I wasn’t expecting to sit in on her fitting, but I’m glad I did. She has modeled each dress she’s tried on.
I’m happy to be here to point out to her that some of the options could hinder her from doing what the intended job is. She can’t show up in a dirty or ripped dress, and she needs to move as swiftly as she did when she took that Trackhawk.
My phone buzzes with a text, grabbing my attention. Pulling the phone from my pocket, I check to see who the text is from. I roll my eyes as I see it’s one of my guys in New York.
Antonio only texts me when there’s a problem. When I call him back, I know he’s going to tell me some shit to piss me off. Why in the hell is so much going on right now?
I never have this much shit going on. It’s like someone is targeting me to make me look bad. Fredo isn’t crazy enough to try me like this. My cousin and I don’t see eye to eye, but he’s not ready to challenge me.
However, I can’t ignore that someone is coming for me. Mario was right. First, someone got Jonny and Pauly to betray me. Then, Cusumano turns up dead without having to answer to me first.
“How about this one?” Oni asks, causing me to lift my head from my phone.
When my gaze lands on her, my mouth falls open. She’s in a white dress that fits her to perfection. It’s not too long, not too short. It’s perfect.
I sit back in my seat and beckon her to me with two fingers. As she comes to me, I take her in from head to toe. The silver heels on her feet are sexy and complement the dress.
She stops before me, and I grab her hand and tug her onto my lap. Placing a hand on her thigh, I give it a squeeze. She looks back at me as her chest heaves.
“Do you like this one?” she breathes.
I glide my hand up her inner thigh and lean in to take her lips. I want to peel this dress off her and spend the rest of the day getting to know everything about her.
“You’re gorgeous. It’s perfect. I owe you a date. Keep this one for that,” I say against her lips.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. She has plenty of others; this one isn’t for the job—it’s white. You wouldn’t want to stain it or something. You should go with dark colors for the job. Nothing that could give away what you’ve done before entering the event.”
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good. Now come here, I can’t get enough of kissing you. Your lips are so soft and feel so good.”