Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Now, now, boys. You can always share her. Hell, I remember a time when you shared everything. I’m sure she could survive at least one session with the two of you before you’d have to kill her.” I feel sick to my stomach, and I can practically see the horror appearing on Keira’s face. Now, she’s going to freak the fuck out and worry about me sharing her with my brother.
She visibly shies away. Seeing her like this is worse than getting punched in the face. I look at her, hoping she remembers everything I’ve told her, willing her to trust the promises I made this morning instead of believing the words I speak now.
I direct my attention to Xander. “Times of sharing my toys with you are over. You’ve broken them one too many times.”
Memories of the last woman we shared come to mind.
“Please, no. Please, stop…” she screamed, her eyes pleading with Xander, begging for him to stop.
All I did was stand there, swirling the whiskey in my glass, having already gotten my fill of her. I can still remember the sound of her shriek as he fucked her face and placed the barrel of his gun beside her head, warning if she pulled away, she was as good as dead.
What she didn’t know was that no matter what, she was dead.
Humans are disposable in my brother’s eyes. The way he’s watching Keira tonight reminds me of the way he watched that woman—predatory, with a purpose.
The woman’s blood will forever coat my hands and my black soul. There’s no way in hell I’ll make that same mistake twice.
No. Keira’s blood would never coat my hands.
“I can always get you a new toy if I break this one by accident,” he boasts, smiling at Keira. “Though, it would be a shame to break something so fragile. She really is far too pretty to break so soon.”
I watch her shudder, and I want nothing more than to wipe that smile off Xander’s face with my fist.
“All right then, let’s sit down for dinner and we can discuss the technicalities. There is no need to fight over pussy, no matter how good it is. There are plenty more women for the two of you to select from.” Uncle Dom chuckles, like he’s enjoying our little bickering match. He motions for us to follow, and we all walk into the dining room.
I have half a mind to tell Dom Keira’s pussy feels like no other, but that isn’t any of his damn business—none of it is anyone’s business.
My other uncle, Vincent, is already seated at the table, a drink in his hand and an annoyed expression on his face. “Look who made it. I didn’t think you would actually show. What’s it been? Three years?”
Unlike Xander and Dom, he pays no attention to Keira. In fact, he ignores her, acting like she isn’t even there—and that’s perfectly fine with me.
“Hello, Uncle Vincent.” My greeting sounds like a chore. This entire fucking event is a headache.
I make Keira sit on my right while Xander takes the seat beside me. My Uncle Dom sits across from us and beside Vincent. The table is set, looking like we’re about to have a Thanksgiving feast. When Xander sets up dinner, it’s a fucking party—an extravagant event and nothing less. I watch as some of Xander’s men meander around the room, standing guard. The thought of my brother needing a guard makes me laugh.
The bastard could kill all these fucking people with his bare hands. He doesn’t need a bodyguard, but the fact that he feels the need to have one is amusing.
Keira fidgets in her seat. I want to tell her to hide her fear from these men, that they will do nothing more than eat it up—but I don’t. Warning her of anything that is to come is a slippery slope and will only be seen as a weakness.
“Bridget!” Xander yells, and a staff member scurries into the room. “Get my brother and the girl whatever they would like to drink.”
Bridget’s fearful gaze moves to Keira and I.
“She’ll have a water, and I’ll take a whiskey.” I save my pleasantries for another time. She’s not expecting a please and thank you, I guarantee it.
Bridget runs back to the kitchen, bringing the attention back to us.
“Oh, come on, brother. Can’t the girl have some wine?”
“Nope. I want her coherent when I fuck her later.” I don’t miss a beat, and Xander chuckles.
Our drinks appear moments later, and I keep my gaze anywhere but on Keira. Tonight is going to be hard for her. I may have to do some things I’m not proud of, but I’m certain she’ll leave here in one piece.
I take the glass of whiskey and down half. I don’t even feel the burn as the brown liquid slides down my throat with ease. Fuck, I’m going to need a lot more of it if I plan to get through the rest of the night still sane.