Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“No.”
“Don’t tempt me, Maggie.” He took a step closer.
“Why not?” I shrugged my shoulders, my gaze dropping down to his crotch. “I know I want this.”
He took a sharp breath in as I clutched either side of his shorts. “Rocco and Slater are in the living room. They’re going to hear us.”
“I don’t care,” I murmured, pulling the shorts down his thighs. I propped my legs underneath me, his manhood filling my view. It twitched, like it was seeking my attention. And I was going to give it a lot of that.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, breathing softly onto the head. I snaked my tongue out of my mouth, taking a quick swipe. A sigh of anticipation escaping me, I parted my lips and guided him into my mouth. He groaned as I engulfed him. His hands stroked my hair as I began to bob up and down.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Julian uttered in a deep tone, tilting his head back. I leaned back, my lips making a popping sound, the moment I released him.
“I know, but you love it,” I teased, looking up at him. I moved my fist up and down his cock, feeling the weight and heat of his erection. My tongue darted out, lapping up a drop of precum. Then I took him into my mouth again.
Julian groaned, and out of the corner of my eye, I glanced toward the door. If Rocco and Slater didn’t know what we were up to in here, they soon would.
I ran my free hand up Julian’s thigh, scratching and teasing. His legs were so strong and powerful. I liked stroking them, but I knew a place he’d enjoy being touched more.
Cupping his balls, I sucked him in hard, taking as much as he could. His hands tightened in my hair, and his moans filled the room. I squirmed on the bed, knowing I was making a wet spot. I love the fact that I was getting him so turned on.
With one last gentle tug, I let go of his heavy balls and focused solely on his cock. In, out. Swirl my tongue. Suck. Moan against it so he could feel the vibrations. I hadn’t done this in a long time, and I couldn’t remember ever having enjoyed it this much.
His groans got louder. His hips thrust forward. His fingers tightened in my hair. And when he shot his load down my throat, he let out a shout that could have woken the dead.
He sank down on the bed next to me, his cock spent, his arm going around me. We were still like that, minutes later, when the door pushed open. Rocco stood there with Slater behind him.
“This a private party?” Rocco asked.
I looked up at them and smiled, gesturing to them to come in.
30
SLATER
Asking around, trying to find out a Don’s location was a whole lot easier when you didn’t have a price on your head. Much easier.
Still, there were people who were loyal to us, as long as we assured them that Roselli would never find out. Plus, there were a few idiots who didn’t even realize that the three of us and our Don weren’t on good terms anymore.
But mostly, the word on the street had spread.
People knew he wanted us gone.
Questions like “why” just didn’t matter. Money talks, bullshit walks, as they say.
And speaking of money, it was a joke.
That cheap son of a bitch had put on our heads. Ten grand. Each.
To a seasoned professional, this would be a joke. Hired guns were expensive. They cost a lot more than a miserable ten thousand bucks. To the average junkie or pimp, though, this was a lot of money. Which is why the ones Julian and I contacted sounded desperate to meet with us. Once we mentioned we were back in town, they all got super-excited. They spoke too fast. They suggested meeting places. Surprise of surprises—those places were far too secluded. I heard them talking about underground parking lots, dead-end streets and crap like that. Maybe those crackheads thought Julian and I were born yesterday. We weren’t going to fall for that bullshit.
And while some of them were eager to get in good with Roselli, most weren’t too motivated for that measly amount of money. Of course, if Roselli had known we were behind the destruction of his precious meth lab, the price would’ve gone up a lot. But Julian’s plan had worked. Roselli likely had his suspicions, but no one could prove it wasn’t an accident. Labs like that were full of dangerous chemicals. Shit happened.
Especially when the three of us were there to make it happen.
And then after days of fruitless searching, I finally caught a break, in the form of one of the bouncers at a local strip club. He shared some news that I paid handsomely for.