Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“Damn. Is this why you didn’t let us bring our own pussy? You’ve got this sexy ass ready to give us. I’ll take her bare all night long.”
“You’re a dead man,” Martín roars. “Mi amor, go now,” he barks at her before his men have my brother pinned.
“Calm down, please. We meant no disrespect,” I say, trying to settle the mood.
“No, you probably meant no disrespect, but this piece of shit did. The deal’s off. Get the fuck out of my face before I decide to kill him for insulting my wife.”
“Are you going to let him talk to us like that?” David asks me.
“Si. Vámenos, pendejo.” I turn to look back at Martín. “I’m sorry, Martín, and I offer my apologies to Señora Martín as well.”
David’s fucking lucky the guy didn’t blow his brains out right there. I wouldn’t even have made too much of a fuss if Martín had. Fuck. You don’t tell someone you want to raw dog their wife to their face.
The second we’re in the elevator, I swat the back of David’s head. “Have you lost your mind?”
“What?” he asks, rubbing the spot with a pout on his face.
“What? You nearly got us fucking killed in there.”
“Relax. You’re a big pussy for a mobster.”
“A pussy? I could snap your neck right here.” I grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall. “The only reason I’ve let you get away with that mouth of yours is because you’re my brother, but you’re proving that you have no common sense. Do you have a death wish?” I let him go with a shove.
He swallows hard and tries to remain tough. “No, but that bitch was hot as hell. How was I supposed to know she was his wife? I thought she was like the arm candy I ordered us. I can’t believe he said we couldn’t bring them with us.”
“That’s because he respects his wife. He didn’t want whores in his suite with his wife you wanted to bang.” She was a beautiful woman who Martín seemed to treasure, and it was clearly written on his face that she was precious to him to the point he’d threaten to kill two mobsters. David needed to learn how to read the room because it was obvious Martín was already possessive the second she strolled in.
“My bad. Who knew he’d get soft, marrying a hot piece of ass?” He shrugs like it’s no big fucking deal.
I itch to reach for my gun, which he’s lucky isn’t in my possession at this moment. Instead, I thread my fingers through my hair. “I need a drink.”
“Fine. Let’s go find our whores because I need some hot ass before we head back home.” I’m only going with this asshole so I don’t have any other problems to clean up later.
We enter the hotel bar and take our booth at the back where I prefer to sit with my back to the wall so I can see my enemies coming. A waitress in a tiny cocktail dress approaches and of course David’s eyes are glued to her ass. I interrupt his gawking by quickly giving her our drink order and shooing her from our table which she’s grateful for.
It’s not long when we receive our drinks from a male server and then sit around watching the room when I’d prefer to be back on the plane to Chicago. I’ve no reason to waste my time here in Vegas. “Well, where is your company? My patience is waning, David.”
“Patience?” he scoffs and then raises his glass to his lips, shaking his head.
He’s got a point, but with a brother like him, it’s easy to lose my cool. I try to sit back and relax, attempting to let go of the tension in my shoulders. The music plays in the hotel bar louder than I care for, but at least it’s songs from the late, great crooners like Dean Martín and Frank Sinatra. Still, my head’s pounding after dealing with the fucking mess David just got us into by opening his large mouth, souring my mood.
We’d gotten lucky that he didn’t demand blood for the insult.
“Maybe you need patience when it comes to your dick. If you weren’t ready to fuck anything that moves, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Ah, speaking of fucking…here they come.” I follow his eyes, and there are two women headed in our direction. One is a bleached-blonde older woman, and the other is a small brunette who barely looks legal. Her dress grabs my fucking attention because it’s too short, too tight for her to be strolling around through the casino and hotel.
Eyes turn her way, watching the way her hips move with each step, probably revealing her ass to their sights. I can’t see it from here, but I’m pissed because she’s showing off what belongs to me—for the night, that is.