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)
I sit back in my chair and work my jaw. All my life I’ve wanted to be Don. However, now I have to ask myself if it’s something I want or if this has been what he’s drilled in my head since I was a baby.
“Nah, that’s not what I’m saying, but what are you saying? I’m tired of your games.”
“My stupidity caused me to lose my best friend and allowed my enemies to take his life. I will forever regret that. I failed Oni, Brenda, and Jack.”
“Still not seeing what that has to do with me.”
“Those same enemies almost had Oni raped, tried to kill my only daughter, and sent my nephew to jail. This family isn’t done with the Sullivans or Abatos. They think they have evaded me. Finn thinks returning to Ireland for a little while will erase what he has done.”
“Why now?”
“There are things that only recently came to light concerning Jack and Finn’s involvement. Things I hadn’t been willing to see in the beginning because of my stubbornness.
“Once the Sullivans chose to come at me by targeting you, they got my attention. I have been plotting and waiting to get back at Finn. When this was just between us, I had been willing to play these games.
“However, I didn’t plan for you to inherit the shit between us. What happened in front of my estate was too much disrespect. Aiming at my children was the final straw.
“Sullivan thinks he has won. That isn’t going to work for me. It isn’t good enough for him to just take a break and then return to his former glory. Not after what they have done. This will be my wedding gift to you both.”
“What will?”
“The Sullivans, Abatos, and my seat. I’m going to teach you and your fiancée the art of slow, vicious, and painful revenge. Then you will be ready to be Don and Donna.”
I stare back at him and look him deep in his eyes. He always has an ulterior motive, but in this case, I’m not sure that I care. The Sullivans owe me blood.
“Are you finally listening? I am not your enemy, capisce?” he says as I stare at him in silence.
“Understood. I’m listening.”
Oni
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I ask as we enter the apartment.
“He left me with a lot to think about, that’s for sure.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not at the moment. I have other things on my mind.”
“Like?”
“Like getting you undressed and in our bed.”
I smile up at him. The heated look in his eyes sends my heart racing. He removes his suit jacket first, then begins on the buttons on mine. Pushing the jacket from my shoulders, he roams his heated gaze over my body.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this all night. Especially knowing you only had on this tie and bra.”
“Less talking and more undressing, Gallo.”
He growls and wraps his hand around my tie, then starts for the bedroom. My heels click across the floor as I follow him. He works on the buttons of his shirt as he goes.
Once in the room, he turns some music on. “Feel Something” by Chris Brown begins to flow through the speakers. He turns to me and locks those hazel-gray eyes on me while still holding on to the tie around my neck.
I bite my lip and lift a brow at him. He flicks his gaze over me. His thoughts are running across his face.
“What’s on your mind, babe?” I say breathily.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re ready.”
“How will you know if we don’t try? Tell me what you want, Rico.”
As I speak the words, I unzip my pants and allow them to fall to the floor. I then kick them aside and stand before him in my bra, panties, and heels.
Keeping my eyes on him, I push my hand into my panties then run my other hand from my hip up the center of my body to my breast. A moan slips from my lips as I squeeze my boob and play with my pussy for him.
Rico’s eyes darken and his nostrils flare. I lift my head and push my shoulders back as I stick my tongue out of my mouth and press it to my lip.
“On your knees,” he says huskily as he loosens his hold on the tie enough for me to lower.
Keeping my eyes on him, I lower to my knees. I reach for his belt and silently ask for permission to open it. His lips part and he nods.
With a wicked smile on my lips, I unfasten it. Still with my gaze locked on his, I run my palms up his thighs until I get to his zipper and tug it down. Once his pants are open, I peel them down and allow them to fall to the floor.