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)
“Mason was my best friend. That’s who had been calling me back then. He’s the one who dared me to take your truck.”
“What?”
“You don’t know?”
“Fuck,” I hiss and run a hand through my hair. “Now it all makes sense. When I got out, those motherfuckers had scattered. Uncle Emilio brushed it off and said some shit went down while I was inside.
“He wouldn’t tell me what. After six months of asking and not getting anywhere when I tried digging, I dropped it. I decided if I couldn’t find them and kill them, I would focus on being Don to honor your memory.”
“What do you mean scattered? They’re not here?”
I bristle as I see the disappointment on her face. I had no idea that asshole was her best friend. Does she want to see him now, after all he has done?
“A few of them went back to Ireland, from what I know. Others, Boston, some New Orleans.” I shrug. “Why do you care?”
She looks up at me through her lashes. “Because I have hot slugs for them all. Mason, his dad, and Juliana Abato included.”
“Okay, baby. I see we both have unfinished business. Tell me what you know. From the beginning.”
CHAPTER 30
Together Again
Oni
“No, that’s fine. Those crates need to go out today.”
“Sì, I will handle.”
“Grazie, Carmine. Fammi sapere se dovesse sorgere qualcos'altro.”
“You are welcome. I will call if there is anything. I have everything under control.
“He wants to transition everything to your side. I will have it all done by month’s end,” he replies, switching to English.
He’s getting better. His English was much more broken when I first got to Italy. We helped each other over the years.
Emilio had been pleasantly surprised to learn I could hold a complete conversation in Italian. Fredrico was so proud he wouldn’t speak English to me for months.
“Great, talk soon. Ciao.”
“Listen to you. Watching you be a lady boss is sexy,” Rico croons in my ear as he wraps his arms around me from behind.
“My work is never done. Just making sure nothing falls apart while I’m here. Are you finished?”
We’ve come to his place so he can pack a bag to stay at mine. I’ll admit he’s taking this a lot better than I thought he would. I can tell he’s still angry with his uncle, but he seems to have forgiven me.
“I’m all set. Let’s get out of here. I want to take you on a date. We have so much time to make up for.”
“Andiamo. Voglio sapere tutto sulla banda. Mi siete mancati tutti,” I say in Italian with a smile.
He groans. “I love hearing you speak Italian. I didn’t think you could become more perfect. Now it’s like you were made for me.”
“I was. You will see.”
He grasps the back of my neck and tugs me into him to capture my lips. I cling to his shirt as he devours my mouth. Sex with him was amazing last night.
I want him again, but my sore pussy and ass say I need a break. I think he did try to make up for the last three years in one night. I wasn’t complaining at the time.
The passion and intensity of our lovemaking was mind-blowing. He nearly brought me to tears a few times. Not just because it was so good, but there were moments where I could feel his love and how hurt he had been without me.
I aim to fix that. I might be a bit bitter and angry that I won’t get the revenge I came for, but I have Rico and that’s all that truly matters to me.
“Marone. Let’s get out of here before I take you again and we never leave.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make time to hang with the guys. I think they missed you too. It will be good to have things back to normal. I know they’ll be glad I’m not biting their heads off for a while.”
I smile and tuck into his side. When his suitcases come into view, I burst into laughter. Then I see the garment bags.
“Um, how long are you planning on staying with me?”
“Since our next stop is to pick out your engagement ring, I say we live together. This place is the bare minimum because I didn’t give a shit, but your place is meant for a princess. It’s where you belong.”
“You do know that place is my birthday gift from your uncle, right?”
“I figured. Fuck him. It will probably piss him off that I’m there fucking you every night. Works for me either way,” he croons.
I laugh and shake my head. He places his hand on my ass and leans to kiss my temple. I go to help him with his things, but he shakes his head.
“The guys will take care of it. Come on.”
With a smile on my lips, I take his hand and follow him out of the apartment. I snort to myself. Bare minimum.