Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
She was confused, “Um, ok—”
Thud.
She stared at the door that was just shut in her face and started to get pissed. Why does he do that!
* * *
Walking into the apartment that sat next to his, he passed right by Maria and Chloe. “We need to talk,” he ground out to Lucca, who was walking toward his woman, making him stop in his tracks.
Heading straight for the office in the boss’s family apartment, Drago had a scratchy feeling under his skin the second that pink-haired girl had come into his presence today, and he had yet to shake it.
“Did you know she’s a fucking math witch?!” he spat out the second Lucca shut the door to the office.
His underboss looked at him like he was crazy. “A math witch?”
“Yes, a math witch. She can fucking answer any math problem in a second without a damn calculator ’cause she is the fucking calculator!” Drago was pacing the room at this point, his voice turning more irate with each word passing his lips. “Did you know?”
“No, I didn’t.” Lucca seemed to be slightly impressed and amused but truthfully didn’t appear to know. “It makes sense though.”
“What does?” He stopped his pacing and looked him dead in the eyes.
“That she can do that.”
He’s fucking crazy. “How the fuck does that make sense?”
There was a hidden smile in his voice. “Look at Sal….”
I swear to fucking God. Drago slammed his eyes shut, becoming annoyed again. Sal was Lucifer’s bastard child who became the great Salvatore; he was a fucking computer prodigy. “How in the hell did that fucking psychopath make them?”
Unlike him, the look that sat on Lucca’s face showed that he wasn’t the least bit surprised.
It all finally clicked with the chill that ran up his spine. Lucca was just as much a psychopath as Lucifer, and Lucca was a sick mastermind who had managed to orchestrate everything in his life just the way he wanted. They both might be crazy, but anything below a fucked-up genius they were not. He almost didn’t want to ask…. “She’s a fucking psychopath too, huh?”
The underboss sat back in his chair. This time his smile wasn’t hidden. “Something tells me you’ll be the one to find out if she is.”
With my luck she will be. Running his hands through his hair, he was starting to get frustrated. “You fucker. I wanted the hot one. Why’d you have to go and bring her out from whatever fucking rock you found her under?”
“You still have time.” Lucca leaned forward, his tone going dead serious. “Pick the fucking one they had almost played you into picking, for all I care. I thought you wanted revenge though, not their whore.”
“I wanted both,” he proclaimed, wishing it had been just that easy.
“No, you didn’t.” Lucca told him what he didn’t know yet.
His words brought back his sense of reality, calming the itching that sat under his skin. He had wanted one thing and one thing only, and it was time he put that back in focus.
“She better not be crazy” was all he said as he headed out the door.
“Lucca! Guess what!” Leo said when he saw them come back into the main room. “Drago’s girlfriend is a human calculator.”
“So I’ve heard,” Lucca sneered.
“She’s not my fucking girlfriend,” he mumbled under his breath, heading for the door to go back to where he’d left her.
Maria couldn’t help herself. “Yeah, and he let her do the payroll.”
Lucca’s sneer fled. “He what?!”
“Yeah, and she thinks you’re ugly.” It was a low blow, and she hadn’t exactly said that, but who gave a fuck.
Chloe gasped, grabbing Lucca’s hand as if she couldn’t believe it. She seemed to be more bothered by it than even he was.
“She said you’re not her type,” Maria proudly told him. “I guess there’s no hope for you then, Drago.”
Holding up his arm, he used his middle finger to flip off the whole Caruso family, who he was beginning to loath more and more each day. Some days, he didn’t even know why he couldn’t have stayed dead.
* * *
She turned around. A huge space greeted her. Yep, this seems more like it. This place was definitely a bachelor pad and definitely Drago’s. It was cold, like a warehouse, with just the basics surrounding her. There was a leather couch with a glass coffee table, a dresser, and a big bed that sat catty-corner in the corner of the room, making it a studio apartment. The best part, however, was the kitchen and floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the apartment that looked over Kansas City.
It was such a shame, really, because it could be such a great space, and it looked like it had been on its way there in the design phase since the kitchen seemed to be done, but the rest had just been dropped.