Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Matteo.” Mona puts her hands on her lush hips that have become fuller after she had our babies. Fuck, I need to touch them. I grab hold of them, pulling her into my body so she can feel how fucking hard I am. She’ll be the one taking care of it, after all.
“That was your fault. You’re lucky I didn’t take him to the basement.”
“Why would you do that?” She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. “When you can take me up to your office?” Mona wiggles against me. “And I can take care of you.” My hands slide to her ass.
“No running away this time, little rabbit.” Not that she will ever get that chance again.
“Maybe you should tie me down.”
“It would be my pleasure.” I lift her into my arms.
“I have a feeling it's going to be mine.”
She’s not wrong. It will be, but I always find my own pleasure in giving my wife hers. After all, she’s given me everything else.
BULLY
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NIKOLAI
The sounds of moans and grunts are starting to piss me off. I go back to counting the payout for the end of the night so I can get the fuck out of here. I'm damn tired, but maybe for once I can get some sleep. The only way I can get it is by exhausting myself.
“Sal.” I hear Abby laugh.
With no music pumping through the club, you can hear everything. This shit wouldn’t have bothered me months ago. I didn’t care who fucked who, as long as everyone handled what they needed. Now the mere thought of sex sends my mind wandering to a little redhead that I should never be near. One that I don’t deserve to share the same air with. I make it a habit to stay away from her.
I count the final stack of cash and wrap a rubber band around it. Sal and Abby come strolling out of the keg room where they disappeared twenty minutes ago. When Abby sees me, she winks. I shake my head.
Abby oversees all the waitresses and bartenders. Sal zips up his pants. I grit my teeth, wanting to punch him in the face. Once upon a time, the two of us got along. Now I tolerate him. Everything he does annoys the shit out of me.
“Is this good to go?” Abby picks up a few of the cash stacks. I nod. She starts bagging them up to put in the safe.
“I’ve got to head out.” Sal glances at his watch, as if he must be somewhere at this early hour. The only place I’m going to go is to bed, but I need to stay away another hour at least. Then I can head home and crash. I’ll have the place to myself.
“We’re not having breakfast?” Abby rolls her eyes, irritated with Sal now. I tune them out as I get my shit together to go up to Matteo’s office. I’ll lie on the couch till I can go home.
“Can’t, sugar. Gotta head to take Riley to school.” I don’t miss her name. No, I don’t miss anything when it comes to Riley, and that's the damn problem. She’s the reason I’m in a perpetual bad mood.
“Why are you taking her to school?” Just the thought sends my level of annoyance with Sal to another level.
“Boss took the wife back to the house.” No one told me that. Was Riley home all alone?
“Why?”
Sal raises one brow. “You think I ask him why he does anything with his wife?” True. Mona and Matteo have been staying in the city since Riley has been in school to finish out her senior year.
“You’re not taking her.” Over my dead body are the two of them going to be alone together. Abby’s eyes bounce between Sal and me.
I can't stand Sal and Riley together. Nothing pisses me off more. She talks to him. The two of them are always fucking chummy for some fucking reason. When Sal got hurt months ago, Riley was worried about him. Even made him food. I clench my fist thinking back to it.
“Following the boss's orders.” He shrugs, knowing he’s pissing me off and enjoying it.
“I’ll take her,” I grit out. Then I’d have to be near her. I feel myself start to grow hard. The hell is wrong with me? The mere thought of the tiny girl fills my body with heat. It’s one of the biggest reasons I steer clear of her as much as possible.
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“You think it’s a good fucking idea to question me on this?” I step toward him. Sal and I have had it out more than a few times over Riley.
“All right, let's calm down.” Abby steps between us, having borne witness to more than a handful of our fights. I could use one right about now. I’m itching for it. I want to take out my frustration on someone.