Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He wanted to show her how good it could be between them. To feel him. To feel them. She’d been so wet, and even though he’d wanted to take her jeans down, expose her pussy, and lick her fucking clean, he hadn’t. No, he’d rubbed her clit, staring into her eyes, watching every reaction, learning her responses as he touched her. She drove him wild.
It hadn’t taken much to make her come. A few strokes of his fingers, but when he was more than happy to just hold her, Aria had asked him to come. To show her what he liked. That was hot as fuck.
He’d worked his dick, staring at her, wanting to be balls-deep inside her, but he’d taken his sweet time, sliding up and down his length, and when he’d gotten close to release, he’d warned her seconds before flooding her tits with his cum. It had been one of the hottest nights of his life.
He had fucked so many women, but none of them had meant anything to him. Aria did, and he knew everything he shared with her would have meaning.
Chapter Nine
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Bull asked, shoving him across the room. The door to his office was already closed.
Grant wasn’t interested in fighting his brother. If he needed that kind of shit, he went to the ring. There were times he wanted to hurt his brother and even goaded him, but rarely did he actually hit Bull.
“I was fucking walking in town with my dog.”
They had left Wanda outside by the door. He didn’t know if she would have tried to go for his brother.
“Prez, you need to calm down,” Pat said.
“Why are you even here?” Grant asked. “Is your head so far up his fucking ass you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing?”
Pat never showed any sign of his words insulting him. Not once. He just stood and took it. All the freaking time. It was so annoying. Pat was ex-military, and he knew the man was deadly. He also knew he kept a lot of secrets. He never talked about his time serving his country.
“Enough, Grant.”
There was so much more he wanted to say but now wasn’t the time. He wasn’t in the mood to fight with his brother, the first time ever, but this was serious.
He grabbed his cell phone and pulled up the two pictures he’d been able to take. “Do you recognize these symbols? I wasn’t looking for trouble. This was happening in our trailer park, Bull. In Carnage. They shot her in the face.” And as if right on time, they heard the sound of sirens. The fire engine passed by the garage. “And they dragged her inside and set fire to the trailer.” Grant shrugged.
“No one saw you?” Pat asked.
“No, not that I know of. They could have, but no one pursued me, and I waited some time. They got into black cars, windows tinted. The works. They drove off and headed out of town.” He shrugged.
Bull took the cell phone from him and scanned over the image. “I don’t recognize these symbols.” He handed the cell phone to Pat. “I don’t know how you manage to find yourself in impossible situations like these, Grant, but it’s not funny.”
Grant smirked. “It’s a gift.”
Bull shook his head.
“That’s the Vito mark,” Pat said. “Julio had one exactly like it, as did several of the crew, but this looks like it has also been added to.”
Bull took the cell phone back.
“Do you recognize the guy?” Grant asked.
“Not a clue, but he does look vaguely familiar.” Bull frowned.
“Is it possible he was in cahoots with Dad?”
Bull’s nostrils flared. “I dealt with every single fucker that Dad dealt with.”
“Come on, Bull. You and I both know his reach was far and wide.” Grant didn’t need to point out the obvious—that their old man was a greedy son of a bitch and was known for doing what it took to get money. Once he got hooked on dope, there was no controlling the man. He was a law unto himself. Dangerous, deadly, and cruel.
Bull shook his head. “Why now? Why wait?”
Pat took the cell phone and stared at it. And kept staring at it.
“It’s not going to speak to you,” Grant said.
“What do we know about Julio?” Pat asked.
“He was the one who took over the Vito Crew Cartel and did a whole bunch of dogfighting and shit.” Grant hated to point out the obvious but it was pissing him off seeing Pat with his fucking VP badge.
“We all know I’m talking about family. There’s a striking resemblance, wouldn’t you say?” Pat asked.
“I didn’t spend a lot of time talking with Julio or staring lovingly into his eyes,” Grant said.
Bull and Pat were now ignoring him and instead passing his cell phone between themselves.