Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I find Tiny and Rita in the kitchen, and when they notice me, they stop talking.
I’m just about to wonder whether I interrupted an important conversation when Rita gives me a warm smile. “Morning, Tori. Coffee?”
“Please.” I sit down by the island and glance between them. “Did you guys have a good night?”
“No, my grandchild is sick. She kept me up half the night,” Rita says.
My eyebrows draw together. “Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Why did you come in?”
“Because there’s work to be done.” She sets the cup of goodness down in front of me.
“I slept like a baby,” Tiny mutters.
“Babies hardly sleep,” Rita comments.
He rolls his eyes at her. “Fine…I slept like the dead.” His gaze rests on me. “You look better today.”
“I feel better.” I take a sip of the coffee. “Surprisingly, I slept through the night.”
I expected to have sleepless nights for the unforeseeable future, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
“Mr. Rizzo said I must take you shopping.”
I nod. “He wants me to get more clothes.”
Tiny pulls his phone out and looks at something. “He gave me the name of a store to take you to.”
“Can I see?”
When he turns the screen toward me, I frown. “Oscar de la Renta. I’ve never heard of the place.”
“Finish your coffee. It’s an hour and a half drive.”
“Do we really have to go that far just for clothes?”
Tiny nods. “Boss’s orders.”
I quickly drink my coffee, then follow Tiny to the SUV.
I still feel very uncomfortable around Tiny, seeing as I don’t know him that well, so instead of trying to make conversation, my thoughts mull over everything that’s happened.
Angelo is a very confusing man, and I’m struggling to get a read on him. The past two nights, he’s been pleasant to be around, but during the day, I’m constantly reminded of his status in the Cosa Nostra.
How do I separate the two? Is it even possible?
Giving up on trying to figure out who Angelo really is, my thoughts turn to the routine I had before I was forced into this marriage.
I really hope Angelo doesn’t have a problem with me attending church on Sundays and helping out during coffee hour.
Crap!
The ingredients for the cannolis are still at my old home.
Suddenly, Tiny asks, “Everything okay, Tori?”
I hesitate for a moment, then ask, “Could we stop at my old house? I have to get the ingredients I bought to make cannolis.”
He considers my question before saying, “We’ll see if there’s time after the shopping trip.”
At least it’s not a no.
“Thank you.”
Feeling relieved, I remind myself to talk to Angelo tonight about my church activities. I’ll also have to ask his permission to continue making meals for Father Parisi.
So many changes.
I glance out the window at the passing scenery and think about the intimate times I’ve shared with Angelo. I thought I was going to pass out last night from all the pleasure.
The man makes me feel things I didn’t even know existed.
Lowering my head to hide my face from Tiny’s view, a small smile tugs at my lips as I think about how good it feels when he praises me.
When I gave him a blowjob, I was so freaking nervous, but soon my confidence soared. Making him orgasm filled me with pride.
Just thinking about Angelo’s naked body beneath me while I sucked his cock has my cheeks flushing bright red and tingles exploding in my stomach.
Even though he still scares me, I can’t deny that I’m attracted to him.
The man is unbelievably handsome, and I’m growing to like the dominant way he takes charge of situations.
My thoughts are so consumed with my husband I startle when Tiny says, “We’re here.”
My head pops up. “Oh.”
We’re parked in front of Oscar de la Renta on Madison Avenue, but the store seems to be closed.
“Are they open?” I ask when Tiny holds the door so I can climb out of the SUV.
He nods while he presses the fob to lock the vehicle. Standing really close to me in a protective manner, he tips his chin toward the shut doors.
As we approach the entrance, a woman rushes closer and quickly unlocks the doors.
Stepping inside the store, I’m met with polite smiles from the staff.
“Welcome, Mrs. Rizzo. We’re so excited to assist you today.”
A shy smile tugs at my lips. “Ah…thank you.”
When I don’t see any other customers, I lean closer to Tiny and ask, “Isn’t it weird that we’re the only customers?”
He shakes his head and whispers, “Mr. Rizzo had the store close for the day so they could give all their attention to you.”
Warmth bursts in my chest, and it’s so intense I press my palm to my heart.
Angelo did this for me.
The attendant, who seems to be in charge, gestures to a small seating area. “Would you like a glass of champagne?”