Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
But I doubt I’ll have much of a choice after tonight.
I don’t think Lucas gives anyone choices.
5
Lucas
That little honey. All the ways I plan to fuck her have been on my mind since the moment she shut the door in the back room of the bar. I had to watch and assess just to see what type of woman she was, and to say she didn’t disappoint would be an understatement. Just thinking about her makes my cock hard. And the way she smells…fuck! I could’ve come on the fucking spot. That’s sweet fucking pussy.
I’m a taker. That’s what I am in this life. I see something, I fucking take it. And if anyone stops me, I’ll end their fucking life.
I wasn’t raised with a silver spoon in my mouth—mine was motherfucking gold.
Yes, you read that right. Because not only am I a mommy’s boy with daddy issues—which I will happily tell you about—I’m a fucking spoiled brat and always get what I want.
But let’s make no mistake.
I play dirty.
Just because I had a helping hand, does not mean I didn’t work for everything I have.
I’m not trusted to run the area I do just out of luck. I built it up, made them fear me, then I came to own them. And I did a lot of bad shit to get here.
Some would be ashamed, feel guilt.
Not me.
I could give two flying fucks what you think. You see me giving you the finger. Good, sit on it and motherfucking spin for all I care.
Because not only could I buy you too, but I would slice your throat and have you begging for my cock at the same time.
Want to know why? Because I’ve done it.
But not once have I had the same thing happen to me.
Until her.
I haven’t seen her for weeks, but I’ve been watching. Stalking her.
The door opens to my bar, and I see the young guy walk in. The little brother, who I’m pretty sure she told to stay far, far away from here.
His hands are in his pockets, and he looks around as he closes the door behind him. When he glances up, he sees me sitting at the bar with a glass in my hand and walks over to me, his head down.
“Do you have any work?”
Goddammit! This kid has balls.
Does he know what his sister did to get him out of here? I guess not, otherwise he wouldn’t be standing right there.
Unless he plans to kill me.
Which I highly doubt.
I eye him up and down. He’s not scrawny, he’s got some muscle on him, and he is dressed in clothes that are probably bought from a thrift shop. His shoes have holes in them, but somehow, he radiates confidence. I wonder if he gets it from her?
“Do you have a death wish?” I retort.
Mario walks out from the door to the bar and stops when he sees the kid and me. I wave him off and he goes back from where he came, leaving us alone.
“I need the money.”
“And what do you need said money for?” I ask him in return.
He scratches the back of his hand, like he needs to think about that answer. A smart boy. “What is it you need done?”
“That isn’t what I asked you,” I bite back.
He nods and lowers his head. “Anything but fuck a guy.”
“Have you ever done that? You never know, you may enjoy it.” His eyes go wide, and he shakes his head infinitesimally. “Relax, I won’t ask you to fuck anyone, kid.”
“I’m an adult,” he replies. “Just turned eighteen today.”
“Is this why you’re back, instead of listening to your sister?”
He nods.
I don’t understand their relationship as I’m an only child. It’s probably best that’s the case anyway. The closest people I have to brothers are Keir and Joey, but even those two have their own stupid fucking bromance. Keir may want to kill him most of the time, just like I’m sure he wants to kill me too.
“She doesn’t have to know.”
“Oh, I think she’ll find out.” I stare at him, and he says nothing. “I can’t have your sister in here threatening my people. She may end up fucking dead otherwise.”
He swallows and then nods his head. “I got it.”
“You can start tomorrow. We have a game on. Same as last time.”
“Thank you, Lucas.”
I grind my teeth. “It’s sir, not Lucas,” I snap at him.
“Sorry. Sir, yes… of course.”
I hate it when people use my name, it’s one of my biggest fucking peeves. Only my family can get away with it, and even then, it grinds on everything in me.
He turns and starts to make his way to the door.
“Kid.”
He stops mid-step and looks back.
“Tell your sister I expect to see her later tonight to speak with me, because we both know she will.”