Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“What the fuck kind of vendetta?” He turned and walked over to the sink to set his mug in it. It was early, and although the sun was just barely starting to crest over the skyscrapers, Joey hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of rest. Marra was still asleep, which was good because if he had to see her right now after how worked up he had been just hours before, he might molest her before she even had time to rub the sleep from her eyes. Joey scrubbed his face with a hand and braced his back against the counter.
Just thinking about her got him harder than a fucking steel pipe, and that was bad news especially with the Carlos shit happening. Pushing away his thoughts of Marra and wanting to do some pretty fucking wicked things to her body, he focused on Niklo and what his younger brother was saying.
“Carlos is keeping his intentions and the reason for all of this hush-hush.”
Joey felt pissed that all of this was going down, that Marra was in the thick of it, and that his people were in jeopardy of being hurt.
“I might have gotten the info out of some Sugar Hill drunk that heard too much, but enjoyed talking to the end of my baseball bat,” said Niklo.
Joey shook his head despite Niklo not being able to see him. His brother did like to use violence to get what he wanted, but fuck, they all did, he supposed. They might all use muscle to get answers, but Niklo was definitely a sadist at heart, and liked to come up with “unique” ways to get the answers he sought.
“Seems like Carlos isn’t so hush-hush now with what he wants, not after Mario and two of his guys are gone.” The sound of the voice on the other end dimmed, and then Niklo was the only thing Joey could hear. “Joey, man, this Carlos might not have his shit in order, and be so unorganized I could mow his crew down with a kick to the balls, but regardless of all of that he has some revenge on the brain and in his blood.”
Joey exhaled, knowing that even the most unplanned things could be followed through if the person wanted vengeance. “Find out what you can. I want to know everything about what this vendetta is, and why we never heard about it until now.”
The sound of the bedroom door opening had him glancing at the hallway. Marra looked at him, their gazes clashed, and he swore the fucking connection and heat slammed into him enough that he actually took a step back.
“Joey, did you hear me?”
He saw her lips part. Yeah, she had felt it, too, but she was still trying to refuse what was happening. She moved down the hallway and disappeared into the bathroom. He turned from her, focused on the stove, and thought about what the fuck he needed to do. “I’m staying in the city for the time being, at least until I can figure out what the hell to do with Carlos and this revenge mindset he clearly has.”
Niklo grunted in agreement. “You keeping the girl there with you?”
“Yeah, for the time being. At least until this blows over and I know she’s safe.”
Niklo was silent for a moment. “You can keep her safe without taking her into the city, Joey,” Niklo said seriously.
Yeah, he could have, but that wasn’t the point. Joey knew what Niklo was getting at though. “She isn’t a problem, and won’t cloud my judgment when push comes to shove.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, but I don’t want your hard-on for her to make you think twice if push comes to shove.”
“There isn’t going to be anything that happens to her, Niklo. She’s under Bacelli protection, got it?”
“Yeah, what the fuck ever, man. I just want to make sure you’re in this, and that some woman that you’ve wanted as your side piece of ass for the last year won’t come between whatever we plan.”
“She isn’t my side pussy, and I don’t want her as one.” What he didn’t tell Niklo was that he wanted Marra as his, and only his. He didn’t want a piece of ass on the side. Joey wanted Marra by his side. “Listen, just send over some clothes for her. I don’t have shit here for her to wear except some of my sweats and t-shirts.”
“I’m sure your territorial ass is all about that.” Niklo started laughing. “All right, I’ll bring some shit over. But there is one more thing.”
“What?”
“Angie has been coming around asking for you.”
Joey rested his head on the cabinet and refrained from cursing out loud. “I’ve been avoiding her for the last couple of months. When she isn’t trying to find me at my place in town, she’s blowing up my phone.”