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)
“He fucking wishes he could.”
“Lucky for us, drugs are always in high demand. It’s not like junkies are going stop using tomorrow.” I glare at Blane and the fucker is still eyeing Mouse. My annoyance turns into full-blown rage now.
My grip on the glass tightens. “Is there a reason you’re fucking staring?”
“Of course, not... I was just wondering if maybe you’d consider selling her.” For the second time in one night, I’ve been asked to sell Mouse, and it’s starting to weigh on me. All this time I was worried about Mouse blowing our cover, when it might just be me.
“This one is not for sale,” I grit out.
“She must have a tight as fuck pussy…” He pauses briefly, his eyes flickering with lust. I’m literally a millisecond away from pulling my gun out and putting a bullet in his head. Business partner or not, he’s taking shit too far.
“How about I buy you a new one tonight and you let me have this one? I won’t break her, too badly.” He chuckles as if something he said was amusing.
I blink slowly. Did this fucker really just say what I think he did?
“How about you turn around and walk away before I put a bullet in your brain?”
Blaine laughs, thinking I made a joke. The funny thing is... I don’t joke.
“Okay, I get it. Final offer, take it or leave it. You keep her but you let me join in for a night. Just like the good old days?” Mouse moves around in her seat as if she’s uncomfortable, and when Blaine moves a hand toward her face, I almost growl.
“Come on, Xander… What’s she got that makes you want to keep her? All the girls on that stage tonight are virgins. Surely, she can’t be with you and be as pure as snow.”
“It doesn’t matter what she’s fucking got. I said she’s not for sale. That should be a good enough answer for you, shouldn’t it?”
Blaine grips her by the chin, and Mouse, unexpecting his touch, flinches away. Her movements cause the glass of wine to tip over, spilling across the front of her dress.
Fucking Christ.
“Whoops… I guess you have to take it off now,” Blaine says, winking at Mouse. “Let me know if you need helped out of that dress. I’m pretty good with my hands, and even better with my cock.”
She blinks, her long lashes fanning against her cheeks as she lifts her gaze to mine. I can see she’s afraid. Afraid of the unknown, of what I’m going to do to her, or maybe she’s worried I’ll let this bastard have a taste of her.
But that’s just it; she doesn’t have a fucking thing to worry about. No, because my sweet mouse belongs to me and only me.
“Go get cleaned up in the bathroom,” I order harshly. She shoves from the table, walking on unsteady legs. I worry she may fall flat on her face but the more steps she takes, the more she straightens out.
“Fuck, she has a nice ass.” I look up to find Blaine staring in Mouse’s direction. “I’m sure it’s real tight, too.”
My face deadpans, and I’m no longer able to allow him to make comments about Mouse. My blood reaches its boiling point with his last comment, and I can’t stop myself from lashing out. I stand up and step into his personal space, our faces only a few inches apart. He loses his smirk immediately and his body visibly stiffens. Charlie actually takes a step back.
“If you don’t fuck off right fucking now, I will break your neck where you stand. Do you hear me?” I don’t want to cause any more of a scene, so I keep my voice low. It might be dumb of me to fucking take up for Mouse. I know it’s dumb of me, but I won’t let anyone hurt her. The only fucking bastard who gets to taint her soul is me.
“All right, Xander.” Blaine takes another step back, his hands in the air as if he means no harm. Lying piece of shit. He turns around, taking Charlie with him, and I settle back into my seat, knowing this is going to put a target on my back.
Fuck, Mouse, I hope you’re worth it.
“Welcome, welcome, gentlemen…” The announcer's voice bellows through the speakers, and into my ears, and I realize then that Mouse still hasn’t returned from the bathroom and that could mean one of two different things.
She either ran… or…. I can’t even fathom the later, so I’m going to fucking pray she went looking for her sister, because if something happens to her, I will burn down this entire fucking city.
Chapter 15
Ella
I don’t like being here. Not even one bit, and I cannot imagine what my sister is going through right now, if she is even here. I scrub the front of my dress with a wet paper towel, but it doesn’t do any good. It just makes the stain appear darker. I shiver, thinking of the way that Blaine guy looked at me. I dab harder at the soft material. He asked Xander to share me, insisting that they’d done that before.