Mafia Bosses – Mafia Devils Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Leo grumbled, slamming his own glass onto the table. Vodka spilling out and over the top of his palms, he sat down in the armchair across from me. “Dr. Baines won’t be around much longer, unless you warn him about what’s coming to him. Got it?”

“Yeah!” I blurted out, my eyes wider. “I just don’t know how I’m going to say this to him. I’m sure you understand it won’t be easy.”

I swallowed about half of my drink, vodka flooding my taste buds. The edges of those rocks sticking out from the surface of that beverage, I topped up the glass.

“I trust you,” he said, still not touching his drink. “You have a way with words. I’d probably tell him something like: ‘Pack up and leave town, doc. A bunch of wise guys will blow your fucking head off if you stick around.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” I told him and left my seat. I returned to the fridge for some more ice, feeling my knees a little shaky.

However, I wasn’t going to let that deter me. I had to stomach what had to be the most disturbing news I’d heard in my whole life. I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—do that sober. Honestly? I didn’t want to believe Leonardo. His story sounded too terrifying. I used to believe that the mafia was a thing of the past. That my city had somehow gotten rid of vicious mobsters. Yet, he had much more knowledge about the underworld than I did. He was part of that world, and I wasn’t.

25

LEONARDO

Drink.

Top up.

Repeat.

The same thing went on for hours that night.

Clearly, the bomb I’d laid on Piper was too much for her to bear. Question after question, she tried to find out more about the threat I thought she was facing.

Fine by me. She had no idea about any of the things I had brought up. It was like she was learning a whole new language. Words like “capos,” “henchmen” and “foot soldiers” were all Greek to her. And I had no problem explaining to her. Besides, I was one of the reasons why she’d been caught in this dangerous web.

After an entire bottle of vodka, though, I doubted she could pay attention.

The signs were all there.

Red eyes? Check.

Yawning? Check.

Stuttering? Check.

Laughing? Check. Lots of that one.

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Or rather, keep the booze out of her hands. There was hardly an ounce left in that bottle, but she wouldn’t drink that.

Her drowsy eyes following my arm, she lunged forward. Poor Piper… All she got to grab was the couch cushion, once she’d landed flat on her chest.

“You’re mean, Leo,” she moaned, her lush hair covering almost her entire cheek. “Really mean.”

“Nah,” I said, leaving the bottle on her leaving room table. “I should have done this sooner.”

“One other thing about you,” she spoke in a trembling voice, rolling over on her side. “You’re hot. So masculine. So ridiculously sexy. Man…” She giggled, reaching out to my knee. “I could just bite into your chest. Yum.”

I exhaled long and hard, my fingers locking around her wrist. “Whatever. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Into bed?” she muttered, the moment I lifted her off the couch. “Sounds great!”

I held her upright, her fucking gorgeous hair filling my view. Her smiling face was so close… Her tall glass couldn’t fit through the gap between us.

I felt my cock getting hard in my pants.

How couldn’t it?

Piper was in a red pair of shorts. Her white top was too tight for her big breasts. They were squeezed in there. My eyes dipped down to that juicy cleavage for a second.

Fuck, I wanted to bury my face in those amazing boobs.

And her giggle wasn’t helping one bit. Neither did her smile. That sexy little devil was doing her best to seduce me. Not through touch, but by just standing there.

Tempting me to reach.

To kiss.

To lick.

To suck.

To fuck all night long.

Because thirty minutes or so with that kind of woman were just not enough. I needed hours with her. Fucking long hours…

My dick stretching my jeans, I focused back on her face. Just when I was about to give in, a thought flashed in my head.

Drunk sex? With this nurse? I must be out of my fucking mind.

Maybe I was, during those moments. I didn’t know.

Her sexiness was absolutely insane. It had blinded me to other, more important things.

She was a nurse—a nurse that had been kind to me and the guys.

She was drunk out of her goddamn mind, too. If I ever went for it with Piper, I’d want her to remember everything. I’d want her to remember every single thing, from start to finish. A whole bottle of vodka had almost guaranteed that she wouldn’t. She would wake up in the morning, wondering why I was still in her apartment. Why I was lying naked next to her.


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