Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I’ve spent the day calling the wives and families of those who were slain in the raid last night to help organize funeral arrangements, and with every grieving wife I spoke to, I vowed that come nightfall, I would get the justice they deserve.
It was a rough day, and while dealing with death is just another part of the job, I won’t lie and say it doesn’t affect me. The horror of what I do and who I’ve become has always lingered on my soul, and one day, I will fail to recognize the man who stares back at me in the mirror, but until then, I will continue to be the man this family needs me to be.
The only respite I’ve received today was the stolen moment with the beautiful woman I now call mine out by the pool. It was brief, and while my intent was to simply check in on her from afar, I found myself lingering, even taking a seat at the table.
I’m curious about her, and while I spent an hour this morning sitting by her bedside as I looked into the file Sergiu gave me, I’m finding that curiosity getting stronger. I wish to get to know her better. I want to know why she hasn’t attempted to run, why her eyes flash with intrigue instead of fear every time she looks my way, but more so, I need to know why my pulse quickens every time I’m in her presence.
I want to touch her, want to know how it would feel to sink inside of her. Taste her and claim her in every way possible.
She is mine, every piece of her belongs to me. When her gaze locks onto mine, I feel that she belongs right here in my world. I feel a connection, an electricity that pulses between us, and I’m intrigued. I want to know her on a deeper level, and the fact that I don’t has been grating on my nerves all day.
I felt it at the auction, the moment her innocent gaze locked onto mine and she silently screamed for help, that some kind of bond was forged between us, and while I stand by my statement that I am not her hero, I can’t help but wish to be. However, villains cannot afford to be heroes, not in my world. Men like me are not bred for the limelight. We are not made to be celebrated. We live within the darkness, away from the watchful eyes of the general population, where corruption, money, and bloodshed are seen as power.
While she is a sultry fox and certainly not innocent by normal standards, compared to the world I live in, she’s nothing but a helpless rabbit, and the right thing to do would be to let her go. But I’m not known for doing what’s right. I do what I want, and right now, I want nothing more than to fuck that innocence out of her.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do the moment I get home.
Wanting to get this shit over and done with so I can get back home and sink into my new prize, I glance around at my men as they surround the Donatelli estate. Everybody is exactly where they’re supposed to be, guns at the ready.
Sergiu stands at my side, his finger at his ear as he listens to the intel he’s receiving from my security team as they run my infrared software, telling us exactly what to expect once we penetrate the property.
“We good?” I ask him.
Sergiu gives a firm nod and a fierce hunger tears through me.
It’s game time.
My gaze turns back to the estate. It’s large, but nothing compared to the scale of my home. Our intel tells us that most of the home’s occupants are on the lower level. At least fifteen men lingering within the main dining room, and a few others strolling the ground floor, possibly part of Deago’s security team—all of whom need to be fired considering their lack of movement. We’ve been here for almost a full two minutes and haven’t heard a peep from inside. If this had been an attack on my home, every single one of them would already be dead on the ground before they’d even stepped foot onto my property.
There are guns inside—probably my guns—but considering the casual stance of the assholes within, they still have not yet been alerted to our presence. There seems to be no children inside, but I’m not surprised. Deago wouldn’t be foolish enough to have his family here tonight, not so soon after waging war with the most powerful mafia family in the country. And the fact that he fails to have a security team on standby only goes to show just how naive he is. He thinks he’s untouchable, that my team would not be able to sniff him out, yet here we are, more than ready to take back what belongs to us.