Bartholomew (Empire #1) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Empire Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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15

LAURA

We took a shower together the next morning. We stood under the warm water, and I was lucky enough to rub soap all over his chiseled body, to trace the line of his pecs, to rub the planes of his stomach, to clean all the individual muscles of his ripped arms.

He did the same to me, making my tits and ass soapy with his big hands.

“I can’t tell if you’re a tit or an ass man.”

His hands moved to my tits and felt them in his hands. Then he did the same to my ass, as if comparing. “With you, it’s both.” His fingers reached around my ass until he found my clit. He lightly played with it while his other hand gripped one of my tits. “I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass.”

“Excuse me?”

He dipped his head and kissed me, pulling me into his body as the water rained down on us. “You heard me.” He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel before drying his hair, his tight ass and muscular back on full display. As if he hadn’t just said something very presumptuous and a bit offensive, he carried on with his day, moving to the vanity to shave his beard.

I dried off then went back into the bedroom. When I checked my phone, I saw that I had ten missed calls.

All from my father.

And lots and lots of voice mails.

“Huh…that’s interesting.” Instead of listening to the voice mails, I called him straight back, because whatever he needed to talk about, it was important. My mind jumped to the worst-case scenario—that Lucas had killed my sister because of what I’d said to him.

He answered immediately. I wasn’t even sure if it’d rung or not. “Laura.”

He was pissed. I could tell just by the way he said my name. “Leonardo.”

“I’m the last person you want to fuck with. I don’t give a damn if you’re my daughter.”

“Wow, it’s barely nine in the morning, and we’re starting with threats already.”

“Lucas is like family. How dare you do this?”

“Uh, Catherine is family. Why don’t you care more about that?”

“What does she have to do with this?”

“What?” I asked incredulously. “You think some asshole can give my little sister a black eye and I’m not going to do anything about it? I’ll shove a cigar in his eye next time he touches her.”

He turned quiet.

“I’m not sorry, so if you’re expecting an apology, you aren’t going to get one.”

“Laura, I’m talking about last night. Your boyfriend came to the bar and stabbed Lucas. Now he can barely take two steps without collapsing in pain. He’s one of my best men, and I’ve just found myself in a crisis with one man down. This is serious.”

I was quiet—because I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Give me his name.” The threat was in his voice, unmistakable, full of fury.

“Don’t you have a crisis on your hands?”

“Nobody touches Lucas and gets away with it.”

“I literally just told you that your precious Lucas is hitting your daughter, and you act like you didn’t hear it.”

“Their marital problems are none of my concern—”

“Wow, you’re an even bigger asshole than I thought,” I snapped. “At least my man gives a damn. When I told him Lucas took a swing at me, he actually did something about it. What kind of man are you?”

“I want his name—”

“Trust me, you don’t.” I hung up, and just so I wouldn’t have to deal with it, I turned off my phone.

“Everything okay?”

I turned around to see Bartholomew in his black sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp after drying it with a towel. His chiseled body was only blemished by a single scar, a bullet from an old friend. “You went to Lucas last night and stabbed him?”

He kept a straight face, not the least bit apologetic.

“And told them you were my boyfriend?”

He stepped closer to me, his eyes taking in mine. “You sound mad.”

“Because I am.”

“You wanted me to kill him?”

“No,” I snapped. “I never asked you to get involved.”

“Really? Because you sounded proud a minute ago.”

My arms crossed over my chest. “I just wish my father… That’s beside the point. Why are you going in there, telling them you’re my boyfriend?”

“Because you told them I was.”

“I just said that in the moment. I didn’t mean it.”

His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “You told Victor, and then you told Lucas. You didn’t mean it twice?”

“I was just…bragging.”

“Then I guess I was bragging too.”

“Do you realize the situation we’re in now? My father is pissed, and he’s not going to leave me alone until he finds out who you are.”

“Then tell him.” He carried on the conversation without raising his voice a decibel, without looking remotely flustered by the drama he’d gotten roped into. “Give him my name. Give him my address. I don’t care.”


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