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)
“It’s not our fault you can’t find anyone willing to sleep with you,” Oni tosses back at my cousin.
“Oh,” the rest of us croon.
“If I didn’t love you like a sister … never mind,” he snorts when I glare at him.
“Come on, these shots aren’t going to drink themselves. We have a ton to celebrate. Our crew is killing it,” Al calls out.
He’s right, we do have a lot to celebrate. We’re the top earners for the past year. We’ve opened several new ventures, and they’ve all been successful.
On top of all that, our wedding is coming. I couldn’t be happier with my life. My uncle and I have even been cordial with one another. I haven’t forgiven him, but I’m not as pissed as I used to be.
He even offered to walk Oni down the aisle. I know my father would have if he hadn’t. In fact, Oni refused Uncle Emilio and asked Pop instead.
She told him it was to keep the peace with her mom. I think she was being honest, but I saw the flicker of hurt in my uncle’s eyes. It was then that I realized how much he cares about Oni.
“Where’s Emilia?” Oni asks, cutting into my thoughts.
“She took a walk with Fredo. By the way, who invited him?” Al says.
“I did,” Oni says. “You guys need to stop excluding him. He’s not as bad as you all try to make him out to be.”
The fellas groan. “Yet, he had to step out to take a break from all this,” Ed grumbles.
“He’s trying to adjust and he’s doing it because he wants to be a part of things,” Oni bites out.
She has a soft spot for Fredo. I love that about her. In the last year and a half, she’s been trying to help him. His crew has grown and he’s finally getting the hang of things.
Oni’s patience is rubbing off on him. That’s all he needs, the patience to deal with people and his own emotions. Uncle Emilio is happy not to have to reprimand him all the damn time.
Fredo is known to fly off the handle and implode. That’s the reason I’ve never feared him being my competition. Uncle Emilio would never trust him with the family. He’s lucky he got a crew.
“Just last month, you shot a guy in the kneecap for not answering your question fast enough, but you have patience for Fredo? I don’t get it,” Al says.
“I didn’t do that because he didn’t answer me fast enough. It happened because he was lying to me. Two very different things.”
I pop Al upside the back of his head and narrow my eyes at him. He looks back at me as he holds the back of his head.
“What’s wrong with you? Why would you bring that shit up here?” I bite out.
“You’re right. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Bro, just shut the fuck up for the next hour,” Ed says.
“Hey, Oni,” Fredo says, causing me to turn.
My cousin has his gaze fixed on my fiancée as he smiles at her. Oni returns his smile and pulls him in for a hug. Emilia is next to embrace Oni.
Soon, we’re all throwing back shots and having a good time, including Fredo. The night is just what we all need. We work hard, so it’s only right we play harder.
“Come dance with me,” Oni leans to whisper in my ear.
I turn to her and nod. I take her hand and stand to follow her to the dance floor. When we get to the lower level, we move through the crowd until we find a spot just for us.
“Too Sweet” by Trinix and The Macaroon Project begins to play. Oni places her arms around my neck, and we begin to sway to the beat together. I slide my hands down to her hips as I look her in the eyes.
She moves her body in front of me, causing me to bite my lip. Then she turns her back to my front, I step up behind her and get into the music. Moving her hair from her neck, I then place a kiss against her tat.
When I once asked her why the butterflies and pot, she told me she felt like she had become one. She said she left me to transform into my donna and then take flight to come back to me. I have loved this tat more after hearing that.
“You smell good enough to eat,” I whisper in her ear.
“Good, I know I’m hungry for you and plan to have my fill; it’s only right you’re in the same boat.”
I growl and nip at her shoulder. She lifts her arms and locks her hands behind my neck. Reaching for her chin, I turn her face up and take her plush lips.
As I devour her, the club and the music are forgotten. I get lost in my girl as she pulls me into her orbit. Gliding my hand down her front, I make my way to the hem of her dress.