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)
“Addio.” We hang up. I’m already heading up the stairs of the house I recently purchased. There’s one thing about having an apartment in the city, but there’s something to be said about being away from it all, having the peace and quiet in the desert. Especially when Journey stays over. It’s not like at her condo, where she attempts to stay quiet when she’s in the throes of an orgasm. When she’s here, the only thing we have to worry about is how hard and fast she comes. No man on my property would dare come inside my bedroom to check on her either. Not that many know when she’s here. Enzo makes sure of that. Now Tony will, too. That doesn’t mean my eyes won’t be watching him the entire fucking time. There are certain things you learn in life. Like sleeping with one eye open, keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.
“Yes?” I answer the phone, which is still in my hand from the last call I made. I enter my bedroom and look at the bed. There are certain upgrades I’ve done since the last time Journey has been here. The next time she’s in my bed, her hands will be above her head, legs spread open, and she won’t be able to move from the position.
“Petrov made another move. This time, it was one of his guys approaching a high school trying to get to Danny’s son. At least the kid is smart. Walked the other way, got on the phone, and called his ma, who then called Danny.” I brace my hand on the wall, fist forming, ready to pound the drywall to pieces, except I can’t. The shower and nap I was once longing for are going to have to wait.
“Detour to Journey’s place. Get her loaded up and bring her here. Let me get her settled, then we’ll take care of Danny and his family,” I tell Enzo. Petrov is getting bolder as the days go by, which means my plan has to work, but in order to do that, I need to make sure Journey is safe.
“You got it, boss,” Enzo responds. I take my hand off the wall and dig in my pocket to grab my other phone, bringing up Journey’s name.
“Thanks.” We hang up, and I’m bringing my non-burner to my ear, listening to the phone ring a few times. I’m close to forty yet feel like I’m in my sixties with the shit that’s going on right now.
“That’s twice in less than a couple of hours. I’m one lucky lady,” Journey answers the phone.
“Enzo is in enroute to you now. I know it’s earlier than expected, but something’s come up. I’ll explain once you’re here.” I’m short and to the point, half tempted to get into my own vehicle, grab Journey, and see with my own two eyes that she’s safe. If I do that, though, Petrov could potentially set a trap. It’s what I’d do when I’m going to take down an adversary.
“Alright, I’m just getting out of the shower. Is he okay with waiting around for a little bit? I shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes, maybe twenty.” Wylder was right about one thing: if anyone can be a boss’s woman, it’s Journey.
“I’ll let him know. Pack whatever you may need for work and a few changes of clothes. Everything else the guys can get on an as-needed basis.” Maybe my plans might not go to hell after all.
“Nico, I’m going to expect answers when I get there, but I’ll be ready.”
“You’ll get them, vita mia.” She might not like them, but they’re hers just the same. We finish our conversation, and then I’m heading to the much-needed shower I was after in the first place.
TEN
Journey
True to his word, Enzo was at my place in twenty minutes. My bag was packed by the door; having no idea what to bring was hard. Which meant I overpacked and the one bag I thought I would need turned into two. Enzo didn’t blink when he picked up the one, grabbing the handle with the other suitcase on wheels while I stayed close to his side the entire time per his instructions.
We left the city and headed towards the outskirts, a twenty-five-minute drive from where I live. I watched the pretty sky as we drove away from the noise and flashing lights that makes Las Vegas what it is. You see, the last time I came to Nico’s house, the sun had long since set. There wasn’t the rich view of the desert, like I’m seeing now.
“This is not what I remember from the last time I came out,” I tell Enzo. It was funny when he loaded me into the monstrous black-on-black SUV. I’m talking tinted windows, black paint, black interior. I was placed in the backseat, which made me feel awkward, like he was a chauffeur when I know he’s Nico’s friend, family, and business partner in a different kind of way.