Bully – Untouchables Mafia Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
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“She needs food,” Nikolai grumbles but doesn’t offer to take me himself.

“I got it.” Sal holds up a bag.

“Okay, then. I guess I’ll be going.” Nikolai doesn’t say anything as we leave. I swear that boy makes my head spin.

“Thanks for breakfast,” I tell Sal when we make it into the car.

"I was also getting myself some." He shrugs. "Thankfully, Nikolai didn’t slug me again, so I can eat it.” Sal takes a giant bite of a breakfast burrito before putting it back into his bag to start the car. I can see a faint bruise on his face. It must have been from Friday night.

“Sorry about him hitting you.” I motion to the bruise on his jaw.

“Nah, I was fucking with him.” Sal chuckles, pulling out of the parking garage.

“What?”

“Just giving the boy a nudge is all. Knew it would get under his skin.” I’m not sure what he means, but Nikolai isn’t a boy. I don’t care if he is eighteen.

“So, you and Abby?” I ask, taking a bite out of the sandwich he got for me. I don’t know why I keep going back to Abby. Yeah, I do. It’s because I’m curious about the type of women Nikolai might have dated before.

"We're friends."

"Oh, I thought—" I trail off, not sure how to phrase it. I’m actually not even sure if I should talk to him about it. I wouldn’t want to tell Sal about my sex life.

"That we fu—" Sal catches himself. "Sleep together?" I feel my cheeks heat, but I nod. "We do, but it's just sex. That's about all a lot of us have to offer when you live this life."

"You can say fuck, Sal."

"It's not the word fuck; it's more about discussing sex with you. I said I wanted to nudge Nikolai. Don't need him losing it on me. God knows it's a damn mess when he does."

I can’t help but wonder how many times Nikolai has lost his shit on people. I want to ask Sal more about it, but it somehow feels like an invasion of privacy or man code or something. I’m sure it always has to do with the lifestyle. If you know anything in this life it’s to not ask questions about that. Ever.

“He’s really touchy when it comes to you,” Sal continues.

“He’s hard to figure out.” I mean, give me some credit, I tried to hold out, but Sal seems to want to offer up information, and I’m desperate to try to understand Nikolai.

“Give him time. He’s gonna make some mistakes, but just know that I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“Like what?” Sal glances over at me, but before he can respond, his phone rings.

I go back to eating my sandwich. My thoughts now are on Sal saying that sex is casual for their lifestyle. Is that what Nikolai is after? It would be a casual thing. I hate to think of all the women he’s been casual with before.

Sal gives me a nod when we pull up to my school, still on the phone. I mouth goodbye to him before I get out. It’s my luck that the first person I see is Becky.

“Where’s your brother?” Becky asks with a smirk. Is she referring to Nikolai? Did he tell her that?

“I don’t have a brother,” I mutter as I pass by her. Weirdly, she falls into step next to me. Did Nikolai tell her that he was my brother?

“The man from the other day. With the tattoos.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” I lie. It slides so easily out of my mouth. Becky bursts into laughter.

“Fucking liar.” She suddenly shoves me hard. I collide with another student before hitting the ground. I let out a yelp of pain. Do cheerleaders lift weights or something? She’s freaky strong. Becky stands over me. I want to reach out and kick her, but her minions join her, surrounding me. “I want his number.”

“I don’t have it.” That isn’t a lie.

“I thought he was your boyfriend.” Becky laughs harder, then her smile slips away in the blink of an eye. She might be a sociopath. "Well, you better get it by lunch, or you’ll see I’ve only been doing child’s play when toying with you.” The smile lights up her face, but it doesn’t meet her eyes. “Laters.” She wiggles her fingers in a wave at me before strutting off with her minions.

Yep, a total sociopath.

9

NIKOLAI

Iglare at Matteo, who I know is suppressing a laugh. Sal, however, is not. I push his feet off, which he has kicked up on the table in front of the couch in Matteo’s office.

“Don’t hulk out, man.” Sal says this through laughter. Matteo’s lips twitch. I run my fingers through my hair, frustrated.

“They didn’t have a bigger size.” I grab the sleeve of my white polo shirt and try to stretch it out so it doesn't dig into my biceps. Sal isn’t wrong. I do look like I’m about to hulk out. At least I can wear my own black slacks. There is no way in hell I am wearing fucking khakis.


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