Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Vincent shoots his arms out, aiming for Colton’s neck but Colton evades him like some kind of MMA pro. In seconds, he has Vincent pinned to the side of his stupid car, his sleek gun pressed under his chin, exactly how his son had done to Maryne. I stare in surprise. I didn't know Colton was capable of that and damn, it's a massive turn on.
“Release me,” Vincent spits, knowing damn well that Colton won’t hesitate to pull the trigger, especially after the shit storm his sons rained down on this property.
Colton laughs. “Release you?” he questions. “Now why the fuck would I go and do something so stupid?” The gun presses harder against his chin, forcing Vincent's head up so that his eyes meet Colton’s. “You sent your sons to terrorize my home, my family. A woman who was the only motherly figure in my life was brutally murdered by Marco. I should kill you right fucking now.”
Vincent pushes against Colton, trying to get him away, but he doesn't budge. “You don’t have the balls.”
“Don’t I?” he questions with a sick smirk, showing me just how badly he wishes to do it. The gun flinches and Vincent jumps in fear, his eyes going wide as he realizes that his brain was nearly smeared all over his ridiculous car.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here.”
“I know you’re behind it. You're the one putting my sons in prison.”
“Oh,” Colton laughs. “Did you think that was supposed to be some sort of secret? I told you clear as fucking day, your sons came into my home and I was going to make them pay one by fucking one, leaving you for last.” Colton leans into him, trailing the gun around Vincent’s face like some kind of sick killer. “But don’t you worry, I have something extra special planned for you.”
“You won’t get away with this.”
“But I already am. In fact,” he grins. “Maybe you should check in with your youngest tonight. I think you’ll find he’s about to get himself in a little bit of trouble.”
Vincent pushes at Colton's chest again, harder this time but still there’s no movement. He’s like a solid brick wall, impenetrable and it's the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “What did you do?” Vincent spits, the threat of his son’s impending doom enough to have him forgetting the gun that’s now jammed against his temple.
“Who me?” Colton questions. “I didn’t do a damn thing. Now, Alejandro, he's been a very naughty boy but you know all about it, don’t you?”
Vincent struggles against Colton’s hold but doesn’t get anywhere, proving just how strong Colton really is. “He didn’t do anything.”
“I think the dead, drugged hooker in his hotel room would say differently.”
“He didn’t do it. Leave Alejandro out of this. He's a good boy.”
“Is he?” he questions. “So, which one is it? Is he a good boy or a murderer? Talk him up all you want but he was there that day, waving his fucking gun around my staffs’ faces. He’s fucking guilty. He killed that hooker and you helped him cover it. You know it, I know it, and now the whole fucking world will know it. You and your boys are done. There’s nowhere you can go where I won't get you. You fucked with the wrong person.”
Vincent’s jaw clenches before his gaze flashes to me. He disregards me as though I'm trash before looking back at Colton. “You better watch yourself, boy. I’m not the only one with secrets. Someone like you doesn’t get where you are without them and I guarantee that I will find them and when I do, you’re going the fuck down.”
Colton smiles wickedly and steps in nice and close, sending chills sweeping through my body with how damn turned on I am right now. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he says, making Vincent’s jaw clench even harder. “I don’t have any. You’re mistaking me for my father. But you have my blessing. Go ahead and waste what little time you have left trying to take me down because it won’t work. I’m un-fucking-touchable.”
“No one is untouchable,” he snaps.
“I made a promise that I'd leave you till last. I want to watch as everything important to you is taken away. I already have three of your moronic sons. I’d really love to watch you lose the other two, but pulling this trigger right here, right now is very fucking tempting.”
“You think I care if you end me? That’s where you have me wrong. Fucking pull the trigger if you want to. It doesn’t mean shit.”
A booming laugh tears from deep within Colton’s stomach. “You see, that would be too fucking easy. When I come for you—which I will—I will have already destroyed you and you’ll be on your fucking knees begging for me to end it, begging for me to take out your pathetic existence, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to put a bullet right through the top of your spine, paralyzing you so that every fucking day for the rest of your life, you’re going to wish you were dead. You’ll be a fucking vegetable, unable to wipe your own fucking ass, completely dependant on the people around you. But that’s just the thing, you won’t have anyone around you because all five of your good for nothing sons will be locked up. They’re going to die behind bars. They’re going to rot, and once the last of them are gone, the DeCarlo name will cease to exist.”