Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“No killing. We don’t want a war,” my father says, walking into the room. It’s been quiet for a long while, which is good. The Morenos went back to lick their wounds after our payback two years ago. I hadn’t gotten enough revenge on them, but one day I would. They came after my family; first my father and then my future wife.
“Yes, Father,” I say, nodding slightly, and then continue with a warning of my own. “But remember—if anyone puts a hand on Vivian, I’ll chop it off.” Just the thought of another man’s hands on my girl will send me over the edge. People think I’m crazy deadly now, they have no damn idea how psychotic I can be. I won’t just let the world burn, I’ll tear it apart piece by piece first before setting it ablaze.
He frowns yet gives a relenting nod. “Understood, but we deal with it privately.”
“You turned this over to me for a reason.” If he didn’t think I was prepared, he should have held onto the reins a tad bit longer. “Do you doubt my ability to run the family?”
“No, hell no, but I remember what it was like to be obsessed. We all do, and you’d do anything and everything for the woman who you can’t live without.” He has a point, but frankly, now isn’t the time for a lecture. I have enough tension to fight a bull, and they aren’t helping.
“Very well. If you two will excuse me, I have to shower and handle some matters before I prepare for the party.” I take a towel and throw it around my shoulders, covering my chest.
I step around both men, ending the discussion. I respect both of them, but I am the head of the Conti Family now, and I will do as I please when it comes to my sweet viper. Anyone places a hand on my queen, and my wrath will be swift and deadly.
Leaving the gym, I head upstairs and into my bedroom where I can be left alone so no one asks any more damn questions. Irritation grows, knowing there are men looking to marry my queen, and that she might not have any objections pisses me off. They’ll want to touch and kiss her, and that shit isn’t acceptable.
The only hands I want on her soft, dangerous flesh are mine.
Stripping out of my clothes, I turn on the shower and climb in. I groan as the hot water hits my chest and goes to my hard cock. Quickly, I’m gripping it, looking for relief, but I know the only thing that will bring me satisfaction is Vivian’s sweet lithe body in my hands.
Soon, she’ll be under the spray with me, moaning while I’ll scrub that little scar on her shoulder. That memory will be forever etched in my mind. She was nicked with a knife when she followed her father on an assignment and a fucker got out of pocket, but I ended that piece of dirt before he could do anymore damage.
Every time I see that scar, I itch to reach out and kiss it, lick it. With encounter it’s getting harder and harder to resist the temptation.
She has been trouble from the day she was born, but I wouldn’t have it any other way; I suspect that our brief engagement will be no different.
Chapter Two
Vivian
It’s my eighteenth birthday, and my parents are planning on throwing me a party. It’s a big one with a couple of men from different mafia families. Personally, I don’t have any interest in it, but what can you do. It’s my fault for saying I was interested in meeting and making the connections, so now they’re making it happen.
My biggest crush will be there, and I’m sure he’ll just scowl and stare like he does, giving me warning glances to behave. Matteo Conti, who has just been crowned the head of the Conti Family, doesn’t see me like the other women in our world. How could he, when I’ve never acted like one.
We rarely run into each other unless it’s when I’m up to no good. It’s almost like he’s keeping tabs on me to ensure I stay in my place. To him, I can never behave, so maybe it’s for the best that I meet with some of the other men from the families. They’re cute and buff like Matteo. They don’t have that energy that gives me chills and feelings in all my girly places, but I’m sure that will come with time.
I went downstairs for breakfast where my mom has set up a full buffet. “Mom, this is too much.”
She tilts her head with a big smile, stepping around the counter to give me a hug. “It’s your birthday, baby girl.”
“Thanks,” I say, kissing her cheek. For eighteen years, I’ve given her hell. If I ever have children, I’m sure I’ll be having Satan’s spawns, the devil’s creations, for certain.