Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Oh, boss. We were just having a discussion.” Every word out of his mouth only makes it worse. My teeth grind together, nearly cracking with the weight of my jaw clenching. He’s clearly lying straight to my face, but what else is there to do. After all, he knew my intentions for her and above all else, she’s our enforcer’s daughter.
“A discussion? Is that true, Viper?” She looks at him and then back at me, trying to decide what her play will be. I don’t waste time. My gun is out and aimed. I shoot him right there, sending him to the floor.
Walking up to her, I fist her hair, tugging her head back. “You were about to lie to me. You know I hate it, and yet you persist.”
“Why did you do that? Jealous?” she tosses back like what just happened—didn’t.
Several of my men bust through the door with their guns out, ready to deal with a threat. “Relax, men. Clean up the mess, and remember that this is what happens when you betray me. Excuse us.” I drag her from the room and take her upstairs to my bedroom where I plan to teach her a fucking lesson. She might be playing that shit cool, but it’s not the truth in her eyes at all. He was seconds from taking what she wasn’t offering, but he wanted to lie to me.
She doesn’t put up a fight. I don’t know if it’s because she’s still shaken up from him, or she’s smart enough not to fucking test me at the moment.
As soon I close the bedroom door, she turns to me and says, “What are we doing in your bedroom?”
“You know this is my bedroom?” I challenge. She’s never been inside here. No woman has, no matter how many times I pictured her naked body on my sheets sweating them up with that hint of floral scent that lies on her pale skin.
“Come on, Matteo. You’ve lived in this home all your life. Your parents only moved out of the main house last week when you became the Don.” She rolls her eyes at me. I swat her fucking ass.
She gasps and stares at me with that smart mouth open, wide enough to stick the tip of my dick inside. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me. I’m not in the mood for your shit today, Viper.”
She moves close, nearly pressing her ample chest against mine, daring me. “Then let me go home.” I tug off my tie and stare into her bright, beautiful eyes. They’re hazel, mostly green with flecks of brown.
“Not yet. We need to talk.” I wrap my fingers around a few loose strands of her dark, reddish-brown curls, gliding my hand through the smooth texture with many thoughts in my head.
“We don’t have anything to say to each other.” Her eyelashes flutter and her pupils dilate, telling me more than her mouth could ever say. She might have been scared of Santos, but fear’s not what is happening now. My girl wants what I do.
Growling, I cuff her small hands in mine and turn her around, wrapping my tie tightly in place on her wrists. “What the fuck, Matteo? Let me go.”
“Do you know who you’re talking to, fucking little girl? Like you said, I’m the Don, and I said we need to talk.”
Dragging her over to my bed, I flip her onto her stomach, pinning her onto my lap and staring at her skirt. Since when does the viper wear a skirt? She looks so damn delectable that my dick is hard as steel, ready to impale this sexy imp on it. “You made me kill one of my top men, Viper. Don’t tell me that you wanted that asshole just to piss me off some more, because it won’t work.”
“What are you doing?” she asks, twisting her head to look up at me with those pretty eyes that have had me aching for that little pussy for way too long.
“What you’ve needed to be done. Something your parents should have done a long motherfucking time ago.” My hand comes down on her skirt-covered left ass cheek.
She yelps and then calls me an asshole. “Stop.”
“No.” I go for the next one. “Look what you made me do. My men are now wondering if they’re next. I killed one of my top capos, my best friend. Do you get that? You forced me to put a bullet in my best friend’s head.”
“Couldn’t have been that good of a friend.” She’s right about that, but that damn attitude makes me want to drill her tight pussy to the bed and keep her coming all night long.
“Fucking hell. I’m always cleaning up after you, Viper. It’s like you want me wrapped up in your mess. Now, you’re going to pay. What the fuck were you doing in my office in the first place?”