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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
At first glance, the curvy little doll turns my entire world upside down and inside out.
The only thought on my mind is making Dr. Annabelle Girardi mine. Forever.
The emergency room doctor drops into my world and turns things upside down.
I might have my work cut out for me but I’ll do whatever it takes to win her heart. Because walking away from Belle isn’t an option.
There isn’t any price I won’t pay to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate.
If you like billionaire, mafia, curvy girl, older man younger woman, light rom-com this Loni Ree short instalove is the book for you!
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Chapter
One
DANTE
“Dante?” My nephew snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Dante?” But all my attention is centered on her. The way the fuck out of place stunning little angel standing at the bar. Fucking hell, she’s spectacular. Tiny, I’m guessing she’s around five feet tall, but her generous curves make up for what she’s missing in height. Her silky, dark brown hair falls in waves halfway down her back, and my fingers tingle with the need to touch the glossy strands to see if they’re as soft as they look.
For some reason, I have the urge to wipe the disgusted frown off her heart-shaped face. I’m not sure what my little beauty is doing in The King's Castle, this fucking bar-slash-strip club we own with Leandro Barone, but from her expression, I’d say it isn’t for entertainment.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” Dimitri, my nephew and underboss, growls, asking the same question that’s going through my mind right now.
“Later,” I tell him and ignore his sputtering as I stand. Somehow, I find my feet moving in her direction as if an invisible magnet is pulling me. I shove my way through the inebriated crowd with one purpose in mind. Getting to her.
Business is the last thing on my mind right this moment as I head over to meet my future. The King of the Silver Spoon Falls Underworld has just found his queen. The stunning beauty looks out of place in this bar-slash-strip club. Her snug black t-shirt shows off all her generous curves while tight blue jeans hug her curvy hips. Visions of holding on to those perfect hips while powering into her from behind flash through my mind. What the fuck? That hasn’t happened to me in years. Maybe ever. Women have always been an unneeded complication for me. Between running my business empire and taking care of my niece and nephew, I don’t have time for more issues.
I’m about five feet from her when some soon-to-be-dead motherfucker steps in my way and reaches for her arm. Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’ll ever let some other asshole touch what’s mine. Even if it means I have to tear the little shit apart limb by limb and arrange to have the body hidden.
When the drunk motherfucker uses his excess body weight to trap her between his pudgy body and the bar, a red haze covers my vision. All I can think of is getting him away from my girl. I see her almond-shaped eyes widen as I step up behind the asshole and wrap my hand around the back of his neck. His dumb ass spins around and growls, “What the fuck?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I roar and watch his round face pale as he stares into my rage-filled eyes.
“Excuse me.” My curvy little beauty’s voice cuts through my soul. I forget about the annoying little shit and turn to her. “Who do you think you are, Gramps?” My eyes widen when her words both shock the hell out of me and turn me the fuck on. “If I want to get rid of this jerk,” she points at the little asshole, “I’ll tell him to get lost. I don’t need some He-Man to step in.” I had no idea how much sassiness turns me on. To be honest, not many people besides my niece and nephew would ever be brave enough to smart off to me. It’s goddamn refreshing. “I can take care of myself,” my little beauty insists.
My beautiful girl’s angry yet gorgeous honey-colored eyes meet mine, and I feel my cock grow hard as I count the little freckles dotting her button nose. Fuck. I might be going off the deep end, but I don’t care. This girl is totally worth losing my mind over. While my beauty and I have our stare down, I notice the asshole slinking away out of the corner of my eye. I guess his sense of self-preservation finally kicked in.
“I’m not about to let some asshole get away with manhandling you,” I growl, wondering if I’m on some damn hidden camera show. This shit is fucking nuts. I never imagined finding my future in a goddamn strip club. Actually, I never really thought I’d find a woman who could wake up my heart.