Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
What was this strange emotion, this primitive rage?
Silently, we arrived back at Kashmere’s mansion.
Her inner crew met her outside and went over possible strategy.
I continued forward to the mansion and disappeared into the library, needing time to calm myself.
The Jones library was as luxurious as the rest of the massive house. It had dark wooden floors, a huge fireplace, and crystal chandeliers. Shelves lined the walls filled with hundreds of brown leather-bound books with gold lettering. Meanwhile, the steady ticking of a grandfather clock sounded in the corner.
Tons of framed pictures decorated the north wall around the fireplace. They were all images of her family. I saw her brother and sister smiling among her parents, cousins, grandparents, and even great grandparents.
Unfortunately, not one picture showed Kashmere. It was as if they forgot to make sure she was up there, representing part of the family.
In the middle sat a mahogany table flanked by red leather chairs on each side. One massive red leather book sat on that table with a gold crow decorating the cover.
I walked over to the large book and flipped it open. The scent of leather and ink hit my nostril. A quick browse told me it was a historic collection of writings on the different Killer Crow generations.
I closed the book and stared back at that wall of pictures.
A flash of Gypsy kissing Kashmere hit my mind.
A wave of anger surged through me.
He fucking tasted her.
I pressed my fingers into my forehead, desperately trying to contain the raging thoughts, but the image of them together kept replaying in my mind like an unrelenting loop.
My hatred for Gypsy intensified and swelled with every passing second.
Not long ago, my laughter used to echo off the walls, mocking men who let jealousy rule them. How foolish they all were to me, with so many women in this world.
What kind of idiot wasted his energy fixating on one single woman when there were so many more out there?
And here I stood. . .loathing one man for touching my queen with his filthy fingers. He knew how Kash sounded when she moaned, how her body writhed in pleasure, how her sweet pussy smelled wet with arousal.
He knew it all.
His knowledge of her felt like a violation, burning into me like a branding iron, and my hatred for him seethed through my veins like molten lava.
I clenched my fist as the green serpent of envy coiled around my heart and squeezed, making my lungs constrict in agony.
How could he have been with her before me? I should have fucking met her long ago. She’s mine!
My phone rang.
Leonardo’s name showed on the screen.
Good. I need a distraction.
I answered on the second ring. “Yes?”
“Our men have arrived. I just checked them into their hotel rooms.”
“Good.” I put my back to the pictures on the wall. “Soon, we will need to figure out where to permanently place them in the West.”
“I could have someone looking for several properties.”
“Do that, but make sure that person works with Dane, Rue, or Merik. My queen’s team should be advised of all moves happening in the West.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Also, notify Don Enzo of the fact that I will be going to war with the Coffin Cheaters.”
“No problem, sir.”
“And then have two women go to Tomasso’s room tonight, make sure they have an expensive caviar with them, nothing lower than Royal Ossetra or Kaluga Hybrid Reserve.” I let out a long breath. “I think he may be heartbroken about the caterer’s death. I don’t want him a wreck for the rest of the week.”
“Good thinking, sir.”
“Oh, add champagne to the order of caviar. If I remember correctly Tomasso likes Armand de Brignac Rose.”
“I just wrote all of it down. Anything else, sir?”
I gritted my teeth. “Leonardo?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Jealousy. . .”
Leonardo cleared his throat. “Yes?”
“How do you easily get rid of it?”
“I would say that many men have battled with that question. Would you like to. . .expand on the dilemma?”
“I must admit that I am embarrassed to say it.” I went over to the table in the center of the room and leaned against it. “You know of my sexual exploits. You’ve been around me through many of them.”
“Yes, sir. Six. Seven. Even eight women in one night and in one bed.” Leonardo laughed. “There were many times when I had to rush into the room and help you separate naked women fighting over you.”
One would think that reminder down memory lane would have soothed my jealousy, but my envy was unrelenting.
Even with the reminder of my insatiable sexual past, nothing could bring me peace as the memories of what Kashmere had confessed stung my heart like a thousand needles, inflicting an agony that felt hotter than an oven’s flames.
I swallowed down the pain. “How does one get over the fact that. . .the woman they love has also had a past?”