Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I said all animals and asshole, we’re all animals if you get down to it. We act and react on instinct and emotion. You’d be well to take my advice. Don’t forget I got my dick in my woman the first night we met and now, she’s knocked up and totally and irrevocably mine forever. Therefore, I win.”
“Some days I think you might be as insane as Melina says you are.”
“From your point of view, maybe. Once you man the fuck up, claim your woman, and tie her to you, you will see just how smart I am. Now enough of this. Who the hell is this Peter person and how did he make Angelina cry? We can’t be killing someone who bumped into her somewhere and knocked her down and was an asshole to her.”
“Liar. You’d totally kill someone who knocked Melina down and then bitched at her about it.”
He seems to think it over then shrugs. “Eh, probably. So, is that what we’re doing?”
“We’re?”
“It’s been a slow month and Milena’s pregnancy hormones are killing me. The woman wants my dick one minute and then seems to want to slice me open and feed my entrails to our dogs in the next. I need to let off some steam.”
I laugh. “Sorry, this asshole is in jail. I just needed to find out which one and arrange for him to have a happy—for me—and a very bloody—for him—accident.”
“Well, that’s boring as hell,” Antonio whines, sounding very disappointed.
I shrug. “They can’t all be fun and games.”
“I guess not. Why is he in jail?”
“He killed his pregnant wife, tried to cash in on her life insurance, and then skipped town with his mistress.”
Antonio’s face instantly becomes filled with anger. “In this bloody for him accident, make sure you have his dick and sack cut off and fed to him.”
“Planned on it,” I admit.
“Good. How does Angelina know him? Was his wife one of her friends?”
God, I don’t want to answer him, but I know I’m going to. I still try to skirt around the issue. “No. Hey, if we’re done for the day, I’m going to go pick up Angelina. We have a special night planned since I’m leaving out in the morning.”
“How does Angelina know him?” he asks, refusing to let the matter drop—just like I knew he would.
“She was in bed watching one of those damn murder documentaries she loves and this guy’s story was the one on. Angelina was staring at the television at the picture of the wife, holding her very pregnant stomach and just started crying. I don’t like her being hurt. It’s as simple as that.”
“Hold up. You’re offing this guy because of a television show and your woman’s reaction to it?”
Motherfucking, son of a bitch. I knew he was going to give me shit over this.
“What this guy did meant he really needed to be punished. I mean, he can still get parole. So, I decided to take matters in my own hands,” I explain.
“But you’re doing it because Angelina was upset over a television show, right? I just need to be sure I have this right.”
“If you choose to see it that way, sure.”
“Oh, I choose,” he laughs. “Wait till I tell Niko this one.”
I roll my eyes. “Are we done here?” I ask, standing up.
Antonio hands me a folder. “Here’s the information on that Peter swine. The reason you’re doing it cracks me up, but I’m going to enjoy hearing how you made it hurt. I hope you get inventive.” I take the folder and say nothing. There’s not much to say. “Call me when you land tomorrow,” he orders.
“Not when we take off?”
“Fuck, no. Six a.m. is when my Melina usually needs my dick. So, you only call me if you’re dying and need backup. Otherwise, do not disturb me at least until eight.”
“You’re just giving yourself two hours? That’s sad. I’m starting to understand why Melina wants to hurt you sometimes.”
“Very funny. My woman has no complaints in that department. If you don’t believe me, I could arrange a little show for you sometime.”
I can’t stop the grimace that comes over my face. “Fuck, no. I’ve heard enough stories. I don’t need to be involved in anything where I might have to see your dick. Besides, I’m pretty sure my Kitten would never talk to me again if she knew I had seen Melina naked.”
“I’d venture she would if she knew the context. Does she know that you used to be sweet on her cousin?”
I frown. “She doesn’t.”
“C’mon, my friend. We both know what I walked in on. You had clear feelings for Emilia when you thought Niko was dying, you let those out.”
“I had feelings. Had is the key word. I’d known Emilia for a long time. We were tight. There was never anything romantic. She was hurting and needed a friend and maybe I let it go too far in the heat of the moment. What happened is nothing compared to what I feel for my Gia,” I insist. It’s the damned truth, and at this point I don’t care if he believes me. God, I really need out of here. I usually like being here and talking with Antonio, but today he’s just finding reasons to annoy me. I’m not sure why I’m explaining myself, either. It’s not his business, but I feel the need to do it anyway. “What you walked in on wasn’t serious. Emilia’s heart always belonged to Niko. We both knew that. Shit, I was as happy as anyone that Niko made his way back.”