Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Yes, not that you’re telling me what’s really going on, but I’ll be ready. I’m not sure what to wear.” Truth be told, the way Nico has been running himself ragged, I’m shocked he’s able to make much time for anything else besides work.
“I’ll take you any way I can have you, preferably naked though.” I can imagine him behind the wheel. Unlike his father, he prefers to drive. One of his wrists hanging over the steering wheel, navigating the busy Vegas Strip streets with ease and confidence like he does anything else. It’s knowing what his face looks like as he slides inside of me, eyes locked on mine, teeth biting his lower lip, and with the way he’s talking, I’m imagining that’s exactly what is written on Nico’s face right now.
“That can be arranged. I’ll be wearing nothing but a trench coat to greet you with,” I tease back, already in a better mood.
“You do that, your ass will know how I feel real quick. The orgasm you’ll want will be denied, and not a fucking thing will be discussed because once that’s over with, I’m going to take you for hours.” My thighs clench, and I can feel the wetness his words cause. “And, Journey, as much as I want that, judging by the soft little mewl you let out, that can’t happen, not yet at least. See you this afternoon.” He hangs up the phone, leaving me in a maelstrom of feelings, and for some reason, I don’t think today is going to be as great as I hoped for after all.
NINE
Nico
The meeting I had after talking to Journey wasn’t for work; it was to interrupt Papà on his vacation. Things could go a few ways once I lay it all on the line for the woman who snuck up on me and wormed her way into my heart.
“You’re either a brave man or a dumb fool, Nico. Maybe your Journey isn’t like my Giulia.” I got on the secured burner phone that we use when talking business. Papà shouldn’t even have one. It was my request that he take it with him overseas in case a time came when I would need his advice. Although this isn’t the type of communication I thought I’d be having while some of it is business, mostly it's about the situation between Journey and me. “She’d box my ears if I came up with the ideas you have. That being said, there’s a reason I retired earlier than most. You’ve got a penchant for making things work in your favor while protecting others. Add the business and street smarts, and it’s a lethal combination.”
There were times when Wylder and I were running the streets, we’d make two dollars out of a dollar, hustling someone who was selling a bike, buying it way below asking price, doing a few things on it, and selling it on another side of town. If you were going to do stupid things, you had to be smart. Sure, others tried to do a few things in similar situations, but they’d try to sell it back in the same rich neighborhood they bought it from. Word would get around, they’d get pissed, and the seller would come out bruised. Instead, we bought from the rich at a price so they could get rid of the item, make a few adjustments, and sell on the other side of the tracks. It’s a shitty thing to do, but when there was a kid who wanted the latest and greatest while we still made double our profit, it was an easy win in our books.
“We’ll see. Enzo is bringing her over this afternoon. I may or may not have balls attached by the time we discuss things.” The thought of using Journey as bait to bring Petrov in was not one I wanted to discuss, let alone think about. It’s why I came up with another scheme.
“I’ll be saying a prayer for you, mio figlio. If that’s all you need me for, I’m going to enjoy time with your mother.” He laughs on the other end of the line. Most people would be grossed out to know about their parents’ life behind closed doors. This is the way they’ve always been, openly affectionate, a little too much at times, but Papà sat me down as a young man, telling me of the certain predilections the Donotello men seemed to have through the generations. Thankfully, he didn’t go into details, but it also gave me a sense of relief that the thoughts going through my mind weren’t dark, women wouldn’t hate them, and that I wasn’t the problem.
“I’ll take the prayer. Less of the stuff when it comes to you and Mamma.” Especially when I have my own woman.
“Sure, sure, go get a shower and grab a nap. You sound like sleep hasn’t come to you in a week, addio.” We all switch in and out of languages easily when we get to talking. Papà is no different.