Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Could it be because she keeps her tampons and pads in there?
Growing up, Gianna and Valentina were very private when it came to things like that.
Pulling my hand back, I say, “No need to go feral on me.”
I take hold of her shoulders and move her out of my way, then go to her bedroom. Yanking the bedside drawer open, I find a vibrator that looks like a real-life cock, veins and all.
“Jesus, woman,” I chuckle. “This is only a few inches shy of my size.”
She sounds out of breath as she says, “Just as well it’s so big, or I would’ve been in a lot more pain when you fucked me.”
When I look at her, the panic is still in her eyes.
“Please tell me you’re not going to walk out of here with my vibrator in your hand. The guards will see.”
I go back to her bathroom, and grabbing one of the towels, I wrap it around the rubber cock. When I pass Sienna on my way to the front door, I order, “Your pussy belongs to me, princess. Nothing besides my cock goes inside you.” Stepping into the corridor, I glance at her. “Sweet dreams, my bride-to-be.”
She doesn’t say anything as she shuts the door in my face.
Laughter escapes me as I walk toward the stairs. I give Ciro and Alfio a chin lift, and as I go to where the SUV is parked, I pass Billy and Lucio.
“Keep my woman safe,” I tell them, my tone carrying the threat of death should something happen to her on their watch.
“Will do, boss,” Lucio replies.
Chapter 17
Christiano
As I walk down the path leading to Remo’s cottage, Adriano comes out of his place, and as he locks his front door, he smiles at me and says, “Augusto tells me you and Sienna are engaged again.”
“News travels fast.” I stop to shake his hand.
“Congratulations.” He begins to walk toward the driveway. “Let me know when the wedding is.”
“Of course.” I continue along the path and let myself into Remo’s place. When I don’t see him, I call out, “Where are you?”
“Upstairs. I’ll be down in a second.”
I walk to the liquor table and pour myself a Bourbon. Just as I take a sip, my phone rings. I dig the device out, and seeing Valentina’s name, I answer, “Hi–”
“He’s going to kill me!” my sister whispers, her voice filled with an ungodly fear. “I’m hiding behind the shed in the backyard. Hurry, Christiano!”
“I’m on my way,” I growl as I drop the tumbler and run toward the front door. “Stay on the line with me.”
“Where are you going?” Remo shouts.
“Valentina!” I reply.
He breaks out into a run, and as we tear down the path, I ask, “Where is the fucker?”
When she doesn’t answer, I roar, “Valentina!”
“The pool,” she whimpers so softly I barely make out the words. “Shhhh….”
As I rush toward the SUV, Nico opens the doors and darts around the front to jump in behind the steering wheel. I dive into the passenger seat while Remo gets into the back.
“Valentina’s place! Fucking fast.”
Nico starts the engine and floors the gas, the wheels screeching as he tears down the driveway.
“Five minutes, Valentina. I’m coming.”
“Where are you?” I hear Will call out in the background. “I promise I won’t hurt you again. Come out so we can talk about this.”
“Stay right where you are,” I order, my voice filled with rage.
My muscles lock in place as Nico takes a turn so fucking sharp the SUV fishtails before it jerks back into place.
Just as he steers the SUV onto the front lawn of Valentina’s mansion, my sister screams, and the kids begin to cry.
“Got you,” I hear Will sneer, and the darkness consumes me completely.
Throwing the door open, I drop my phone and run as fast as I can around the side of the house. When I see the fucker dragging my sister by her hair toward the pool, my vision tunnels on him.
Too late, Will notices me, and as his eyes go round with fear, my body hits his. I tackle the fucker off his feet, and my fist connects with his face before he even hits the ground. The sound of his jawbone cracking feeds the monster in me, and I punch him twice more. The weak bastard loses consciousness, and I let out a frustrated growl as I climb to my feet.
Seeing the kids’ wide and traumatized eyes, I breathe hard as I say, “We’re just playing.” My eyes snap to Remo, who has his arm around Valentina’s shoulders. Then I see the red marks around her throat.
My voice sounds unnatural as I order, “Take them into the house and have them pack a few things, then get them out of here.”
“I’ll call Hugo to come so he can take you home,” Nico tells Remo.