Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Get the fuck out of here, Lo. There are clothes in the backseat of my car,” he growls, looking over my head at his brother.
“Fine. I'm going. I'll see you two lovebirds tomorrow. I'm ready to get my turkey on.” Once he is gone, the look in Albie’s eye intensifies to something I've never seen before.
“I was going to kill my brother. You can't do shit like that,” he says before kissing me soundly.
I break the kiss first, though I really don't want to.
“Don't worry, Albie. This is it for me,” I say honestly.
“It better be, because I won’t be letting you go. Your virgin blood is still on my cock Lolita, that makes you mine. Now, I’ve got to get this body cleaned up. Are you sure you are okay with this? After all, he was your stepfather,” he asks, looking concerned.
“You’re a bossy bastard, Albie, but trust me when I say that I'm more than good. I'm barely restraining myself from kicking his dead ass. Out of curiosity, what did he do?”
“He owed my father a lot of money. Lorenzo takes out guys who, no matter how long you give them, will never pay up.”
“That sounds legit. I wonder what he spent the money on? It certainly wasn't his family,” I say, cinching the zip ties I'm putting around his wrists harder than I need to. Albie is doing up his ankles. Sal is starting to look like a hogtied calf at this point.
“He liked the horses if I'm not mistaken.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. My mom and I have been working our asses off keeping the boys fed and in damn diapers and this jackal was borrowing money just to lose it.
I give in to my pissed off nature and kick him in the calf. “Piece of shit. I hope the devil knows your name,” I say, crossing myself.
“You’re vicious, Lolita,” he says, chuckling as he begins to roll Sal up in the tarp.
“What are we doing with him?”
“What do you think? We can drop him into the Hudson, or I got a vat of acid at another location.”
“Acid,” I say without hesitation. Jesus, I am a little bit vicious.
“Damn, woman. You’re making my cock hard again,” he says, adjusting himself.
“Sorry, not sorry,” I say, smiling and shrugging.
Not for the first time, I am wondering who I am right now. I really don’t understand how I am okay with all this, Albie, his job, everything that has happened in the last few hours. I just know that I am. I crave him as if he the world’s most addictive drug.
A few minutes later, I start cleaning up the blood while he loads Sal into the trunk of the car. I am more than a little excited to tell my mom the good news, but honestly, I don’t think I will. While I know she will be happy to be free of him, I am not sure that I want to tell my mom everything that happened here tonight.
“Use the bleach, Lolita,” he says when he comes back in.
“Bleach isn’t as effective as peroxide. Plus, the stench is a tell-tale sign that something happened here,” I say spraying peroxide on the stain. He picks up all the gear and loads the car.
“How do you know that?” he asks, amused.
“I'm obsessed with ‘Heloise Hints’ from old copies of Good Housekeeping Magazine.”
“So, you're the one who kept your apartment clean?” he asks.
“It was a joint effort,” I admit.
Once I am satisfied it’s clean, we head out of the building hand in hand. We get in the car and head off to the next location.
I gotta admit, this cloak and dagger criminal activity is fun.
Chapter Six
Alberto
Autumn surprised the fuck out me by actually wanting to go on this job with me. Then she further surprised me by wanting to help me. She didn’t bat an eye at cleaning up her piece of shit stepfather’s blood. I lucked out with this beautiful girl. I feel like a bastard for taking her, keeping her. But not bad enough to stop. She brings out feelings in me that I didn’t know I had. I look over at her in the passenger seat. She is staring out the window. It’s a moonless night due to the clouds and we are on a dark stretch of road.
“What are you thinking about over there, Lolita?” I ask, hoping she isn’t doubting herself for what she just participated in. She turns away from the window.
“That was pretty badass. I definitely want to do more of that,” she says grinning.
“Who are you? Where the fuck have you been all my life?”
“I am Autumn Cara Deluca and I was made for you.”
“Fuck, Lolita. Saying shit like that is going to get you wifed real quick.” She smiles and drags her fingernails across my thigh.