Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I feel cold at the loss of his touch, and I reach for the blanket, wrapping it around my body. I don't even get a chance to say anything to him because he's up and out the door in a flash, leaving me behind in his bed, breathless and more confused than ever.
What the hell just happened?
Again, he's hot, hotter than the sun and then cold in an instant, as if something inside him snaps and he turns off that viciousness.
He wants to be kind to me. I can feel it and see it, even if he doesn't want me to. He is kind, and that's the part of him I think he's scared of most… me seeing him as more than the monster hidden in the shadows.
Chapter 8
Xander
I had to walk out of that room before I did something I would regret. What I wanted to do to her would have hurt her… I wanted to strip myself bare and fuck her senseless. I’d never been one to hold myself back from something I wanted, but my timid little mouse is bringing out the good in me.
I’d planned on fingering her roughly to show her exactly who it was she was dealing with, and yet again, I somehow managed to tamp down the darkness rushing through my veins. She fell apart on my hand, and I swear it was the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Bringing the fingers that were inside her channel not so long ago to my lips, I lick them clean, sucking on them, still tasting her release on them. My cock hardens painfully, and I stop mid-step. I could turn around and make her suck me off… I clench my jaw, still feeling slightly on edge. The thought is very tempting, but I think it’s best to leave things the way they are right now, even more so since I called a meeting this morning.
I walk downstairs and into my office. My gaze lands on Damon, who’s already waiting for me. He’s early, earlier than usual, and he’s sitting in front of my desk, his feet propped up on it, looking as if I had left him waiting for hours. I don’t like the look he’s giving me, not even a fucking little.
“You can wipe that annoying look off your face before I lose it and wipe it off for you… with my fist.”
“Well, aren’t we in a great mood today.” Damon drops his feet from the desk, his gaze piercing mine. He has no idea… not even the slightest clue.
“Any update on Daddy Dearest?” Damon asks as I settle into the chair behind my desk.
All of this stuff with Mouse has had my head in the clouds. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but her for the last couple of days, but now that she’s awake, I feel like I can finally walk away from her without fear of her dying.
“Yes and no. Remember how I had asked you to keep your ear to the ground about her sister?”
Damon nodded.
“Well, she mentioned something about a flesh auction.” I smirk. “And you remember how much Father loves those. I’ll bet you anything that he is going to put some girls up. Maybe we can track him that way. Find the sister, see what she knows. Maybe she can lead us to him? It’s a long shot but it’s all we have right now.”
“And once you find him, what are you going to do? Go in there guns blazing again?”
“What else are we going to do? The man has been hiding for years without us knowing.”
The truth was my father had been hiding for a long time in the shadows. One of our guards helped him get away… I was so stupid not to make sure he was dead before having them haul his body away.
Betrayal didn’t sit well with me, and I knew the moment I found out my father was alive someone had helped him. I remembered the guard and went to interrogate him. The look on his face when I confronted him was a mixture of fear and shock.
I’m sure he expected to die for his indiscretions, and he did.
“From the looks of it, he’s been moving, never staying anywhere for too long.”
I tap my long fingers against the desk. “That’s because he knows we’re coming for him. If he’s smart, he’ll keep moving, keep hiding, because when we get our hands on him, he’ll be praying for a quick death. I’m hoping that I can find him at this auction and put an end to his disgraceful life.”
Damon’s expression mirrors my own. He wants to make certain our father dies, too. After all, he has a beautiful wife that he needs to protect.
“How is the girl?” He smirks, as if he knows the hell I’ve been through the last couple of days. I can’t share with him the kindness I have shown her. Not because I don’t want my brother to know I care about someone; he already knows I care about Q. I’d kill for him, but I didn’t care for anyone who wasn’t blood, and Mouse definitely wasn’t blood.