Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Calling Vitiello is a big risk, Prez. He can track us,” Cody butted in.
I almost rolled my eyes. As if Earl didn’t know that. Everyone who’s been doing illegal shit for more than a day knows how easily phone calls could be tracked.
“Do I look like an idiot?” Earl snarled. “It’s to record a video for the motherfucker, Vitiello.”
My pulse sped up, wondering what kind of video Earl had in mind.
Marcella’s expression turned worried when she spotted us heading her way. “Hey princess, time to show your daddy not to mess with us.”
Marcella’s eyes darted to me, then to Earl.
“Get naked,” Earl ordered.
My head swiveled around. “Why?” I asked, my voice alarmed.
“Someone’s eager to see pussy,” Cody snickered, mistaking my worry for excitement. He was such a fucking moron. Earl, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly how I felt about the situation.
“Can you upload the video on the internet without any link to this location?” Earl asked Gray.
Gray looked put on the spot. “I guess so.”
Earl slapped him over the head. “I guess so won’t do if you don’t want Vitiello to skin your balls.”
“I can do it,” Gray said quietly.
“You want to post a video of Marcella naked online?” It wasn’t as bad as what I’d feared when Earl had asked her to get naked, and it would definitely coax a strong reaction from Vitiello.
Earl nodded but he looked at Marcella. “Get naked!”
She shook her head, her head held high. “I certainly won’t undress in front of any of you.”
“Oh, you won’t? Then we’ll have to do it for you,” Earl said with a nasty grin.
Cody was already salivating at the prospect of getting his hands on Marcella. “I can do it,” he said, sounding like he’d never seen a pussy before.
“No, I want to do it,” I growled, sending Cody a scowl. Then I glanced at Earl and allowed my expression to become leering. “I want Vitiello to know that I’m the one who undressed his precious princess.”
Marcella sent me a disgusted look.
Earl gave me a benevolent smile. “Go ahead.” He nodded at Gray. “Get your phone ready.”
I unlocked the door and stepped inside the cage, straightening my cut so it would look good in the recording.
“The rest of us will howl and hit the bars in the background,” Earl instructed, as if Cody needed an incentive to do so.
Gray positioned himself in a corner of the kennel so he could film Marcella but also the others as they swarmed around the kennel.
The dogs began to bark and jump against the bars, fired up by the heated atmosphere.
Marcella took a step back when I approached her but then she caught herself, straightened her shoulders and lifted her head to send me the most condescending look I’d ever seen, as if I was a cockroach not worthy to be squashed under her expensive shoe. Anger rushed through my veins. In moments like this, she reminded me too much of her father. Why was I even trying to protect her?
I stopped right in front of her, torn between fury and concern. This was quickly getting out of hand.
“Get her out of those clothes,” Earl shouted.
“I’ll count to five then I’ll start to record,” Gray said.
I reached for Marcella’s blouse and noticed the slight tremor in her body. My anger quickly evaporated but I couldn’t reason with Earl and I sure as fuck wouldn’t allow Cody to put his hands on her. I began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse. My fingers brushed across Marcella’s skin and goose bumps erupted all over her body, but all I could think about was that I’d never touched skin softer than hers.
She jerked back when I reached her midriff. “I’ll do it myself.”
“Hurry the fuck up, will you?” I snarled, knowing this would reach Vitiello.
I took a step back and watched as Marcella unbuttoned the last button then pushed her blouse over her shoulders. After that, she shimmied out of her black pants. The fabric floated to the dirty ground, leaving her in black lace panties and a black strapless bra. I didn’t even try not to check her out. It would have been physically impossible. The draw was simply too strong.
“The rest too,” Earl growled.
Marcella’s fingers trembled when she unhooked her bra and she swallowed visibly when it dropped to the ground. Her pink nipples puckered. I dragged my eyes away from her round breasts and met her gaze, trying not to act like a fucking pervert but it cost me every ounce of self-control I never knew I had.
In the background, Earl and the others began to howl and hit the bars. The dog’s barking soon became shrill and excited. Marcella hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, her hateful eyes hitting me before she shoved the flimsy fabric down. For a heartbeat, my gaze darted down, like a reflex I couldn’t control, but there wasn’t enough time to soak up the full enormity of her beauty. I only caught a glimpse of a triangle of black and slim thighs before I caught myself. I fought the urge to step in front of her to shield her from the hungry eyes of the others. I didn’t want to share the sight with anyone, even though I didn’t have any right to see it myself. Fuck. I never cared if any of the girls I slept with were passed around my club brothers, so why did I care about Marcella?