Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You’re a dirty fucking girl,” he whispers, reaching up to tease my breasts. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, fucking me with the other hand. “You’re a filthy, dirty girl, little flower. You’re my wife and I own this gorgeous body. Look at your hard nipples and this soaking, dripping little cunt. Look at the way you moan my name. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“Make me come,” I gasp, arching my back and bucking my hips. “Fuck, Luca, make me come.”
“I’m your husband now. Every inch of this body is mine.”
I throw my head back and gasp his name as my orgasm rips through my core like lightning. I shudder and groan and fall back into the pillow, blinking away the flashing dots that curl along the edges of my vision, my skin prickling with a wild pleasure.
He chuckles softly and makes me lick his fingers clean. When I’m done, he kisses me gently. “I’m going to have you, flower,” he whispers. “You can keep denying yourself over and over, but you’ll break. And when you do, I’m going to fill you to the brim and make you scream. Goodnight, wife.”
He rolls over and I’m completely gone.
Chapter 13
Luca
The diner is quiet on a Friday morning. I sit with Kacia at the front counter and order coffees, and she sips hers without looking at me. The waitress smiles and is polite but I can tell the place is riddled with tension. Half the guys in here are in the Greek family, and the other half probably know something’s going on.
“You don’t seem happy,” I say and lean closer to Kacia. “What’s the problem?”
“Aside from showing my face in a Greek diner next to an Italian? I’m also wearing your ring.”
I chuckle and sip my drink. “This is only the first step, flower. You’d better get used to the idea.”
“These people are going to hate me.” She stares down at the counter and shakes her head. “I know I shouldn’t care. I’ve spent most of my life running away from these people. And now suddenly it’s like I can feel them hating me, you know? Like I’m a traitor.”
“You’re not a traitor. You’re doing what you have to do to survive.”
“They don’t know that.”
“Then they’re dumber than they look.” I glance over my shoulder toward a booth in the corner. It’s currently empty, but it won’t be for long.
It’s strange, being so close to the Greeks with Kacia on my arm like this. I can’t tell if she’s thinking about escape right now, but if she makes a move to try to get away, I’ll make sure she pays for it. These Greeks aren’t the same people she knows from her association—they’re the American side of the crime lords and their own breed of nasty. If she does something stupid, she’ll regret it.
“When we meet with him, I don’t want you to talk,” I say, turning my mug around in circles.
“Oh, great, another speak-when-spoken-to command? I’m getting pretty sick of that.”
“He’s going to try to bait you into doing something stupid. Don’t let him.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because the remnants of your family’s association are splintering already, and this particular faction doesn’t get along with my people.”
“Why are we here then?”
I finish my coffee and sigh. Damn good coffee. A man walks past and sits down in the empty booth in the back corner, and I slowly stand up from my stool. Kacia frowns at me, not sure what to think, and I pause before I head back. “These guys are the biggest Greek contingent in America right now. If I didn’t come to them first, it’d be an insult. Got to let them say no then move on. Didn’t your father teach you anything?”
“Not really,” she mutters and follows me to the booth.
The man sitting alone is named Yiannis Calimeris. He’s in his forties with thick black hair beginning to gray at the edges. His cheeks are covered in stubble, and he’s wearing a business casual outfit like he came straight from a law office—which he might have. Yiannis is the second-in-command of his family and also happens to be their lawyer.
“Thank you for meeting me,” I say, shaking his hand.
He stares at Kacia and shakes his head. “I really didn’t think you’d bring her.”
“My wife insisted,” I say which is partially true. She wanted to come along, probably to find some chance of escape, but I also needed to show her off to these people so they know the rumors are true.
“Thanks for seeing us,” Kacia says and we slip into the booth.
Yiannis stares at her for several tense seconds before giving a disgusted sigh. “There are people within my family that would rather see this girl dead than married to an Italian.”
“I hope you’re not one of them,” I say and put a hand on Kacia’s thigh to make sure she doesn’t say something stupid. He’s going to bait you. Yiannis isn’t a street thug like a lot of the low-level soldiers—he keeps his hands clean and his nose far away from trouble, but that only means he has to be twice as vicious.