Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 123153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“No. Not tonight,” I say sternly.
If Dante hears us talking business, he’ll forget about having a good time and we’ll be talking numbers and strategies. I don’t want that tonight. His focus needs to be on Lizzy.
Jace comes over and leans into my ear. “I’ve found her. She’s in Chicago. She’s been there for a few weeks,” he whispers.
I school my features, although I’m ready to explode. Tony C. told me he didn’t hear from her when I called to see if maybe she was hiding there. I’m going to slit his fucking throat.
I nod slightly to Jace. I’ll handle this shit later. “Give me a second,” I murmur to him.
Jace
I nod and say nothing. I knew he’d be pissed. Tony C. has some explaining to do. I personally want him to do it face to face.
I only found out the truth through Alyona. She may be loyal to Ny, but she still has a bond with me from when I saved her from her husband all those years ago.
As I stand and listen to the exchange between Lizzy, Bella, and Dante, I’m stewing. I’m ready for Ny to come home. She would be safe with me in the Tuxedo house. I don’t like how we left things.
“I’d like that.”
Bella’s little voice pulls me from my angry musing. I can’t help staring at how adorable she is. Instantly, I imagine a pretty little daughter with Nyla. This has been killing me, my dream feels like it’s slipping away.
As usual, Bethany comes over to spread her awesome cheer. I roll my eyes and tune out. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I glare at her as I think of all the ways I’d love to torture her.
Dario leans into me. “Why do you look like you’re imagining a murder?”
I lean into his ear. “I just might be.”
He chuckles and pats me on my back. I refocus on Gio, moving pawns right before my eyes. He’s a master at this. I once thought myself to be one too, but my strings have gotten tangled, and I don’t know if I’ll get them straight again.
Chapter 12
It’s Been Too Long
Jace
“Rest, I’ll lock up. I’ll tell Dario to check on you,” I say to Carleen before I turn to leave.
I’m still pissed about Tony C. and the Ny situation. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. I lock up with the spare key I have for Dario’s place and head down for the SUV.
Enough is enough. I need both Gio and Ny to get over their stubbornness. Riccardo isn’t a big enough threat for her to be out of our lives. I want her home.
I climb in the SUV, wishing I’d ridden my bike to clear my head a bit. Turning the car on, I then dial her number and I wait for her to answer.
I toss my head back and close my eyes. As I get lost in thought, I can almost smell her and feel her soft skin beneath my palms. If I try hard enough, I can feel her tight pussy gripping me.
“Hello,” she answers.
I take in a sharp breath. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, Jace. What’s up?”
“Why are you in Chicago? When are you coming home?”
“How’d you find me?”
“A man in love will always find the one he loves. Come on, Ny. It’s me. There’s not a place on earth you can hide away from me.”
“It was Alyona,” she deadpans.
I chuckle. “Doesn’t change what I said.”
“Same here. You know when I’ll come back. When he asks, I’ll return.”
“Ny, this is tearing me up. I miss you, baby. I want to see you. We all need to talk.”
“You know where I am. If he won’t ask me to come back. You come to me.”
“And break his trust?”
“No trust has to be broken.”
“Oh, baby. You don’t understand how much I miss you.”
“Really, Jace?” She laughs.
“Really, baby. I’m going to spend hours eating your pussy when I get my hands on you.”
“Oh my God, what’s gotten into you?”
“We’re not kids anymore. I’m forty-two, not sixteen. I’ve learned to speak up for what I want. I want you to come home.”
“I know, baby. I miss you too, but he still has to ask me. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”
She hangs up, leaving me hard from hearing her voice and frustrated as fuck because she won’t bend.
“Fuck,” I bellow and hit the steering wheel.
From the moment I decided to plant the seed for us to kiss that first time, I knew this would all be hard, but I never factored in all this other shit that happened after. Gio, I can handle, all of this shit piled on top, it’s threatening to topple my dreams over.
Nyla
Lying in this lonely hotel bed, I squeeze my thighs together and groan as I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I like this side of Jace. That conversation was sexy.