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)
It had been a long, very long, couple of days.
“Julio had a stepbrother,” Pat said. “His name is Miguel Vito Carlos. He is one of the most dangerous men, and has been hunting for power, to take away from Hernandez. He wants to control the whole of the States. Julio was a small-timer but he was working on Miguel’s orders. Part of the Vito code is to infiltrate the towns with small petty crimes, then flood it. He comes in, takes control. He has the manpower to do it. He’s already taken Ranford’s territory. He took Hernandez, and now he’s coming through here.”
“No,” Bull said. “He’s not coming through. He’s already here.”
****
Aria giggled and Grant absolutely loved the sound. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Stop. Stop.”
“No, I’m tickling you, and you’re going to do it.”
Aria tried to stop his hands. “Please, stop. Stop. Fine. I’ll do it.”
Grant instantly stopped tickling her. He climbed off the bed. He was completely naked and he held out his hand for her.
Aria sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Do I need to come and tickle? Did you lie to me?” He went to kneel on the bed but Aria quickly got up. The bed was now between them.
She held her hands up in surrender. “I didn’t lie to you. I wouldn’t do that.” She shook her head. “Seriously, why do you want me to do this?”
“I think it’ll be good for you.”
Aria shook her head but rounded the bed.
Grant couldn’t help but watch her tits as they bounced with every single step she took. She mesmerized him. His dad had beaten him for liking curvy women, but he didn’t give a fuck. Aria was a dream. His dream.
She took his hand and he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and then walking her into the bathroom. He noticed she avoided mirrors. There wasn’t even a big one in the bedroom. Just a couple of shitty mirrors in the upstairs bathroom and in the downstairs one.
Stepping in front of the mirror, he stared at her reflection, noticing Aria looked everywhere but at herself. He kissed her neck.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“That is not a nothing face. Look at yourself. You promised, or do I get to keep tickling?”
Aria’s gaze met his. Tears filled her eyes.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve always got you. Nothing bad is going to happen. It’s just you and me here, right now.”
Her lip wobbled and it made him hate her mother once again. He would never like that woman. He fucking despised her. The shit she had said to pollute Aria’s mind irritated the fuck out of him. He and Joan should never be alone. Especially if he had a gun. It wouldn’t end well.
Her lip wobbled and she looked at herself.
“Now, tell me what you see,” he said.
“Grant, please.”
“I’ll tell you what I see. I see a beautiful woman with gorgeous big tits. They were designed to cushion my head. Those nipples.” He groaned. “Perfect for sucking. Then let’s talk about those hips.” They had bruises on from where he held her in place last night. “They are designed for my hands. Look, my fingers match.”
Aria giggled.
He noticed the tears fell down her cheeks.
“Don’t even get me started on these thighs. I love how tight they feel wrapped around my waist.” He moved his hands toward her ass. “And this ass, I love spreading it open and seeing my cock sinking into your pussy.”
“I don’t see any of that,” Aria said. “I see an ugly, fat waste of space.” She covered her face.
“No.” Grant turned her toward him. “They’re wrong, Aria. They are so wrong. You’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, and you’re curvy, exactly how I want you to be. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He cupped her face and kissed her.
She tried to fight but she was no match for him. Aria wrapped her arms around him.
“Every single day I want you to stand in front of the mirror and I want you to see what I see. I want you to think about how you would treat a child of your own if she looked like you.”
“Don’t,” Aria said.
“Your mother is a fucking terrible person, Aria. Your dad should have stood up for you, or your sister. They didn’t.” Grant pulled back and forced her to look at him. “I know what it’s like, having someone tell you every single day that you’re not good enough. That once people realize what a waste of space you are, they’d get rid of you.”
Aria frowned. “Who said that to you? Bull?”
“No, my old man. He told me I was a mistake. That he should have killed me when I was born.”
Aria whimpered. “No. He’s wrong. So very wrong.”
Grant smiled at her.
“Exactly, and your mom is so very fucking wrong. You don’t have to listen to her vile shit anymore. You’re a grown-ass woman. She’s nothing. It’s time for you to live for yourself, Aria. You don’t need to do anything to make her love you. You’re perfect the way you are. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.”