Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
He’s the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky.
My everything.
* * *
The rain pours down as Giuliano turns the corner.
“I feel like we are so low to the ground in this car that we are almost in the puddles,” I say as I watch the road.
“It’s a Lamborghini.” He glances over. “That’s the point.”
I roll my eyes. “What is it about you and this car?”
He revs it hard and she purrs loudly, he smirks and reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “Are you jealous?”
“Ha,” I scoff. “Of this car?” I cross my arms, “Absolutely not.”
I am a little bit but I know it’s completely irrational.
“Don’t worry, I like driving you better.” He gives me a sexy wink.
“Oh.” I widen my eyes. “I’m flattered.”
The news comes onto the radio
IN BREAKING NEWS, THE CHIEF OF POLICE HAS BEEN MURDERED. HE WAS GUNNED DOWN IN A CROWDED MARKETPLACE IN WHAT IS BEING DESCRIBED AS AN ORGANISED CRIME HIT.
Giuliano hits the button and turns off the radio.
I glance over at him, that was weird. “Did you know him?”
“Yep.” He turns the corner. “Three kids, two boys and a girl. All under ten. A beautiful wife. It’s a tragedy.”
I frown as I watch him. “You knew him well?”
He nods once, his eyes stay fixed on the road.
“Who did it?” I ask.
“Me.”
“What?” I gasp, wide eyed. “You shot the chief of police?”
“No. I didn’t. It’s my fault he’s dead, though.”
“Why?”
“He had information that I needed, someone shot him before he could tell me.”
“What information?”
“We have a mole working for Ferrara.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our yacht with our drugs was stolen last week, it was an inside job.”
I frown in horror. “Who is it?”
“He was about to tell me yesterday and then….” His voice trails off.
“You were with him yesterday?” I frown.
“He died in my arms.”
“What?” I gasp. “You were with him when he was shot?”
He bites his bottom lip as he casually drives, as if he has this conversation every day.
“And you didn’t think to tell me this?” I splutter.
“I was….” He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”
I stare at him, shocked to my core. His life is so different to mine that sometimes I wonder if I really know him at all. Actually, I don’t wonder, I know that I don’t.
But I don’t want to know the other side because it scares the hell out of me.
“I spent the day in the police station answering questions and didn’t get out until about nine last night, I went to see my colleagues at the club to debrief them on the way home.”
My heart drops. “At the club?”
He nods.
“And you came home to my dramatics about strippers?” I put my head into my hands, feeling like the biggest asshole on earth. “Oh God, Giuliano, why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugs.
I stare at him, mortified. “And you proposed to me after the day you had?”
“I proposed to you because of the day that I had.”
“What do you mean?”
“Life is short. Every moment counts.”
I stare at him as fear swirls around me. “Don’t say that. Not your life.”
He keeps driving but remains silent.
“Are you in danger?”
“No,” he snaps way too quickly.
I think for a moment. “Is this why there are extra guards everywhere?”
“Yes.” He reaches over and grabs my thigh once more. “You’re safe, babe, don’t worry.”
“What about you?”
“I’m a big boy, I can look after myself.”
This news is a nightmare. “You can’t die, Giuliano. I couldn’t bear it, promise me you won’t take any risks.”
He smiles over at me. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Don’t change the subject.” I glance behind us to see three cars following us and for once I’m glad they are there.
“I’ve got this,” he replies as he pulls into a parking lot. “Leave it.”
“But….”
“End of conversation,” he snaps angrily and I know the subject is now out of bounds. He probably regrets even telling me.
I stare at him as my mind races a million miles per minute.
“What do you want for dinner?”
I exhale heavily as I take off my seat belt. “Whatever.”
I’m not even hungry now.
* * *
I sit on the bathroom counter and watch as Giuliano does up his tie, my eyes roam up and down my fine specimen of a man. He’s wearing a perfectly fitted charcoal suit and crisp white shirt, trendy dress shoes and a chunky silver Rolex watch. His dark hair is thick and shiny and his square jaw could cut glass.
So fucking hot.
I smile goofily up at him.
He concentrates on his task of tying his tie and gives me the side eye. “What?”
“Just admiring your masculinity.”
He smirks and keeps tying. “Yeah well, tonight my masculinity will dominate your femininity.”
“How does that go?”
He grabs the back of my neck and drags me to him, he kisses me with just the right amount of suction, his tongue swipes through my lips and I feel it all the way to my bones.