Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Marcello entered my office with his phone in hand. After the last threat, he hadn’t let me out of his sight.
He glanced up from the screen. “How did the meeting go?”
“I start the restoration in a few weeks.”
“Do you have enough time with your upcoming exhibit and my mother’s twentieth-anniversary showcase?”
“I’m almost finished with the pieces for my exhibit. And I know what I’m doing for your mom’s show. It shouldn’t take more than a few weeks to complete. Mrs. Du Bois seems pretty laid back. She’s not in a rush to get the restoration done.”
“You have an hour to finish up,” he told me. “Luca wants you in the house before the sun sets.”
I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated groan.
“It’s for your protection,” he added. “Not because Luca is an asshole.”
I sat at the drafting table and flipped through my cell phone until I found an old-school Eminem playlist. Marcello was a rock fan, but he was used to Luca’s music and didn’t seem to mind the rap beat floating through the speakers.
After a while, I got lost in my element, singing the words as my pencil glided across the page. I clutched a piece of vine charcoal and sketched the thin lines between the Wanamakers living room windows. My mom had asked me to draw ideas for the redesign.
Bobbing my head to the beat, I added a few final touches to my drawing. I lifted the pictures of the house, my eyes darting between the images. A proud smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I slipped the pages into the folder and slid off the stool.
For some reason, Marcello stood outside of my office with his back against the wall. I was in the zone and hadn’t noticed he left the room.
He pushed off the wall when he saw me in the doorway. “Ready to leave?”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I told him.
“We’re leaving afterward.”
“Okay, boss,” I joked before walking down the hallway.
As I rounded the corner, I heard voices coming from beneath my mother’s door. My father had left after lunch to meet with new clients and hadn’t returned. So, who the hell was with her?
A shiver rolled down my arms as I pushed open her door a crack. Tall and handsome for a man his age, Arlo Salvatore towered over my mother. She was on her knees in front of him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at the monster in Brioni.
“Take out my cock,” Arlo ordered, his tone cold and cruel.
My mouth fell open in shock.
She unzipped his pants, and Arlo’s massive cock sprung from his boxers. Holy shit! Mom wrapped her fingers around his thickness, and my eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length and girth. His sons inherited more than good looks from their father.
“Suck my cock, Wellington whore,” he growled, shoving his hand through her hair. With his free hand, he slid his fingers beneath her chin and squeezed. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, you dirty slut. You would do anything for money.” His thumb slid across her bottom lip. “Isn’t that right, Scar? What wouldn’t you do for money?”
Nothing, I answered in my mind. The bitch sold her children to monsters to maintain her lifestyle.
“Arlo,” she whispered, shame dripping from her voice.
“You want more money?” Arlo grabbed the back of her head. “My dick won’t suck itself.”
And I thought Luca was an asshole.
She hesitated, her eyes pointed up at him, then she licked the tip of his thick cock. I hated myself for watching this scene play out. But a part of me enjoyed seeing her so vulnerable, at his mercy. After years of her torment, she deserved Arlo’s wrath.
“Wait until my Sicilian friends come to town,” he taunted in a causal but nasty tone, encouraging her to take more of him in her mouth. “You’re older than the women they prefer, but I think you’ll make a nice addition to their collection.”
“Arlo, I will do whatever you want… but don’t do that to me. Please.”
He fisted her hair in his hand, mouth twisted in anger. “You will do whatever I say, Scarlett.”
I stepped into the room and cleared my throat. Mom’s eyes widened in horror, her cheeks puffed out from his size. Arlo stepped back and his cock fell from her lips. He glared at me, not even bothering to tuck himself back into his pants. Like I saw him naked on the regular and this was normal.
“Alex, I told you to go home earlier,” my mom said, unable to meet my gaze. “You need to leave.”
Arlo turned so I could see him in all of his glory. Damn.
“Alex, please,” she pleaded. “Just go.”
“Listen to your mother,” Arlo said in a snarky tone. He grabbed her head and forced her to suck his cock. “You don’t want to watch this, Alexandrea.”