Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“Will we still win, if I'm. . .this fucked up?”
“You think you're a liability?”
She gave me a sad smile. “Maybe.”
A dark chuckle left me. I pulled my cock out of her, but lay my head back down on her breasts.
“Kaz, that's not funny.”
“You did not see the expression on everyone's faces. I believe our people now fear you more than me.” I closed my eyes and listened to her heart beat. “That makes you one of the most dangerous people in Italy. I like those odds.”
“Then, what do we do?”
“What do you think we do?”
“Take out the Mancuso and Gallo families first. Then, deal with Fela.”
Exactly, my smart mouse.
I grinned. “We should marry right now.”
“Kaz, would you focus?”
“Sometimes when you speak about killing people or give me this good pussy, I just want to drag you down an aisle.”
“You still need to focus.”
Noise sounded outside of the lifeguard station. Then, the scent of food wafted in the air.
Groaning in annoyance, I rose from her. “Yes. Yes. I will focus.”
“You should get some sleep too.”
“There's no time for sleep, mysh. We have a war to win—”
“You may have a few hours—”
“They are coming.” I stood and yanked my pants up. “If not now, then soon.”
“And what will we do?”
“Fight.”
Chapter 10
Glutton’s Wet Dream
Emily
Our men brought thick pillows, soft blankets, two new robes and slippers. I put the robe and slippers on while Kaz and Wassily piled the items high, making a massive fluffy nest of comfort.
Next the steaming platters of food arrived.
Now, the space smelled of the ocean mingled with the savory and sweet scents.
It must have been thirty additional men carrying food into the lifeguard station. Steam billowed from pots, platters, and bowls.
Most of the time, I gave plates back to our men, urging them to help us eat everything.
Kazimir roared, demanding that they could wait until I was full.
I swatted him away and ordered the Lion to sit on the pillow-blanket nest.
Luckily, he obliged with a sly smile, fell back onto the blankets, and watched Wassily and me serve everyone.
It felt good to be busy, handing out plates and food. The movement kept my mind busy for a little bit, instead of thinking about the horrific things I wasn't ready to deal with.
To any casual onlooker, the lifeguard station must have been a sight. Tons and tons of armed men lined the perimeter of the structure, holding plates and chomping away. The clinking of forks and the scraping of plates filled the air.
Wassily poured pitchers of freshly squeezed orange juice to anyone thirsty.
Even with my giving food to our men, platters upon platters of food still crowded the lifeguard station.
It was a glutton's wet dream.
Breakfast dishes steamed near the left wall. There were tons of golden brown pancakes thick with butter and syrup. There were sizzling slabs of bacon and sausages. Another plate displayed a stack of fluffy waffles wet with honey. Several bowls held ripe peaches, wedges of watermelon, cuts of strawberries, oranges, and mangos, pieces of pineapple, mounds of berries, and cantaloupe.
Lunch sat to the right. Cheesy and zesty aromas wafted towards us from the lunch side. A bottle of olive oil and a loaf of Italian bread, crispy with garlic and dusted with parmesan cheese, were spread out on a red plastic tray. Various steaming hot pastas lay next to the bread along with cups of assorted sauces, cheeses, and spices.
Dinner was laid out on three small tables that made a U shape. The central table held pizza. The table close to the door held Italian favorites like baked ziti, lasagna, and cheese ravioli. The end of it held trays of salad and crusty breads, and dinner rolls.
I took a spoonful of this and that, barely able to truly try everything.
Meanwhile dessert lay on our pillow-blanket nest and surrounded us. Warm baked apples floated in toffee sauce. Whipped cream topped banana nut loaves. Thick coats of icing smeared onto cinnamon buns.
When dawn came, Kaz and I had begun devouring the different slices of cheesecake. My mouth tingled with the delicious sweetness of strawberries mixed with cream cheese.
Sunlight brightened the lifeguard station. The cool morning breeze brushed against me.
In the corner, Harlem lay on his back, tiny belly jutting forward in a bulge. His tongue hung out of his open muzzle. Loud snores left him. Two thick steaks lay by his head. My poor puppy had fought a valiant battle, but had barely been able to nibble half of one steak before passing out in satiated exhaustion.
Grinning, I turned away from Harlem and looked at Kaz. “You are never to order the whole menu again.”
Kaz fed me a piece of cheesecake. “Why not?”
Sweetness danced on my tongue. I swallowed and chuckled. “You don't know why?”
He gazed around. “No. What's wrong? Did the chef miss something?”
“Kaz, this is an exorbitant amount of food.”