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)
I tiptoe out of the bedroom and softly shut the door behind me before going to the bathroom.
I quickly relieve my bladder before going through my morning routine. Looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes Christiano left on the counter, I decide to wash them for him.
I pick up the pile, and walking to the small section beside the kitchen, I check the pockets of his pants before placing the clothes in the washing machine.
Opening the cupboard where I keep all my cleaning materials, I grab a pod and toss it into the machine before programming it to wash.
Last night I moved all my medication to this cupboard. I quickly glance down the hallway, and seeing the bedroom door is still shut, I hurry to take my morning dose.
Feeling better, knowing Christiano won’t find my boxes of pills, I prepare coffee.
I always make some for Billie and Lucio, and when I open the front door, I see a black duffel bag.
Noticing what I’m looking at, Lucio informs me, “It’s for Mr. Falco.” He gives me a grateful smile as I hand him the mugs.
Picking up the bag, I take it inside and set it down on the couch. I walk back to the kitchen, and just as I take a sip of my coffee, I hear the bedroom door open.
My eyes dart down the hallway, and seeing Christiano in all his naked glory with a hard-on that rivals The Leaning Tower of Pisa, I almost choke.
Sure, I’ve had sex with him, but today is the first time I’m getting to see him completely naked.
“You okay?” he asks, a smirk curving his mouth.
It doesn’t help that he looks stupid hot with his hair ruffled from sleep.
I point in the direction of the living room. “There’ s a bag on the couch. I really hope it contains clothes.”
“Hmm…” the sound rumbles from his chest as he enters the kitchen. Seemingly not giving a shit about being nude, he pours himself some coffee, then leans back against the counter. As he takes a sip, his eyes remain locked on me, and it makes my body heat up at the speed of light.
God, this man is dangerous in every aspect of his life.
I clear my throat before asking, “What happened after you left here last night?”
“I killed Will,” he answers, his tone unaffected as if he’s talking about something as mundane as the weather.
My eyes widen as I gasp, “Valentina’s Will?”
Christiano nods, and downing the rest of the hot liquid, he places his mug in the sink before coming to me.
“Can I ask why?”
Stopping right in front of me, he lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles down the side of my face before he leans in to press a tender kiss to my mouth.
As he pulls back and walks toward the living room, he says, “He didn’t treat Valentina right.”
Following after him, I ask, “What would you do if a man forces one of your sisters to marry him?”
“Depends who the man is.” He opens the bag and begins to get dressed as he continues saying, “If Remo forced Valentina, I’d allow it because I know he’ll treat her like the queen she is.” Christiano’s eyes lock with mine. “If it’s someone like Will Baker, I’d kill him.”
Being raised in the Cosa Nostra, I know this is how things are done, and it won’t help to continue arguing with him.
I stare at Christiano as he buttons up his dress shirt, and a sense of loss settles in my heart.
What will happen when he discovers I’m not fit to be his queen?
His eyes flick to my face, then a frown forms, and he says, “Don’t tell me you’re upset because I killed that piece of shit.”
I quickly shake my head. “I’m not. I feel for Valentina and the children. It can’t be easy going through something like this.”
His features relax again, and my gaze tracks him as he walks to the bathroom. Not caring if I’ll mind, he picks up my toothbrush, and when he doesn’t see the toothpaste anywhere on the counter, he opens the cabinet.
As he takes the tube out and flicks the cap open, his tone is brutal as he asks, “No going feral on me for opening the cupboard?”
Shit.
I freeze, and when his eyes snap to me, my lips part, but I can’t think of a single thing to say.
As he brushes his teeth, he looks inside the cabinet before shaking his head.
Jesus, now he’s going to make it his mission to find out what I’m hiding from him. How could I slip up like that?
Finally, I get an idea, and I pray I come across casually and not a nervous wreck as I say, “I moved my personal hygiene supplies to a different spot.”
Christiano rinses his mouth, and after patting it dry, he sits down on the toilet lid and puts on his boots.