Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I can smell it as she wets herself, and knowing she’s too fucking weak to handle more, I let her go and watch as she slides down the wall to cower at my feet.
The sound of my men smashing computers and glass fills the air as I turn around.
Amanda jumps with fright, her terrified gaze locked on me as I stop in front of her. With disgust, I look her up and down. “Same goes for you. I hope riding that fucker’s dick was worth your life.”
She begins to sob loudly, her breaths nothing but gasps, as I wave my arm in the air for my men to clear out.
I send Rosie a quick message while I stalk toward the door, some of my men going ahead of me to make sure it’s clear.
“We’re good, boss,” Tony calls out.
Adriano: Leaving.
Rosie: Will intercept any emergency calls they make. No one else called in the disturbance. You’re in the clear.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I glance up and down the road before heading to the SUV and getting in.
Little Ricky hurries to climb in, then says, “Next up, the construction site.”
I sign into the app showing all the security cameras for my property and find the feed for the living room. Seeing Mom smiling while my breathtakingly beautiful wife twirls in a circle, showing off a silk gown that molds over every curve of her body, the corner of my mouth lifts. But then the hem of the dress hooks on the strap of the heels she’s wearing, and as she bends to free the fabric, I see down the front.
Dialing Mom’s number, I wait for her to answer.
“Hi, beddu mio. Stop worrying. Everything is fine.”
“I know. I was watching you. Let me talk to Laurie real quick.”
A second later, my wife says, “Hi.”
“You look breathtaking in that dress, but I just saw down the front when you bent over, so that’s a hard fucking no. Make sure whatever you get covers what’s mine or I will kill some poor fucker for ogling your breasts.”
She’s silent for a few seconds before clearing her throat. “Okay. No low-hanging tops or dresses. Got it.” Then she whispers, “Did you see right down the dress? Like, everything?”
“Only your cleavage, which I plan to bury my face in tonight.”
“Christ, I’m right fucking here,” Little Ricky complains. “Switch to texting so I don’t have to hear that shit.”
Laurie must’ve heard him because she chuckles. “Anyway, gotta go.”
“Laurie,” I say before she can hang up.
“Yes?”
Feeling it’s too soon to drop a love declaration on her, especially over the phone, I murmur, “You mean everything to me.”
I listen to her breaths for several seconds before I hang up and return to watching the security feeds.
Finding Laurie in the kitchen, with Mom’s phone pressed to her chest, I watch as her chin quivers.
She glances up, blinking fast to stop the tears, while whispering, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” Brushing her palm over her forehead, she continues whispering to herself, “You married the man yesterday. It’s way too soon to fall in love with him.” Her lips curve up into the cutest fucking smile I’ve ever seen. “Dang, too late.”
“Congrats,” Little Ricky chuckles. “And we’re coming up on the site.”
I press a kiss to my fingertips and brush them over Laurie before locking the screen and tucking the phone into my pocket.
Once Little Ricky stops the SUV by a property where the foundation is being laid for an office park, I wait for him to open my door.
As I get out, my men remain in their vehicles, only here to be a show of force.
Walking toward a group of men who are watching me with curiousity, I lock eyes with Austin Doyle for a second before looking at his brother-in-law.
Jason Mitchell must know who I am because fear ghosts over his face. He breaks away from the group.
“A few minutes ago, I paid your office a visit,” I say to bring him up to speed.
“Shit, Mr. Rizzo. My wife just called to let me know.
“This is the asshole who assaulted Heather and Amanda?” Austin asks aggressively.
Jason’s head snaps to his brother-in-law, and as he shoves him backward, he snaps, “Shut the fuck up!”
When Jason turns his attention back to me, I ask, “Did she tell you why?”
A confused expression settles on his face. “She said there was an issue with Miss Barnes, who resigned at the beginning of the week. I couldn’t make out much with all the crying.”
From years of experience, I can tell he has no fucking idea what really happened with Laurie.
Rage darkens my voice as I growl, “Your wife and brother-in-law destroyed Laurie’s life for their sick entertainment.”
Shock ripples over Jason’s face while Austin lets out a scoff. “Jesus Christ. Laurie was useless. It was about–”
“Austin!” Jason shouts, cutting the fucker off.