Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I didn’t mind as I’d eat pretty much anything on offer.
Cassie arrived with Vlad at around lunchtime. Michael came out of the kitchen with a couple of mimosas, and Ive refused to allow me to have one. In fact, since he took me out on Halloween night, I’d been banned from all kinds of drink. I couldn’t blame him as I clearly couldn’t handle alcohol as I’d ended up vomiting everywhere and that hadn’t been a pretty picture. Far from it.
Ivan surprised us by arriving just before dinner. He came alone this time, but it was nice to have him there. Around our table was me and Ive, Cassie, Hubert, Michael, Vlad, and Ivan. Most of the staff refused to sit with us, and I was happy with that, providing they were as well. I didn’t argue with anyone.
After dinner, we had some Christmas cake, which Michael had made a few months ago, and it was so good. I loved it.
I loved Christmas just as much as I’d loved Thanksgiving and Halloween.
With Ive. Always with him. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend time with him every single chance I got.
I didn’t even mind going and staying at the penthouse suite anymore. I found ways to occupy my mind. Mainly I explored with Hubert as I didn’t have to stay at the penthouse suite. I knew it wasn’t just Hubert that followed me. There were other men in Ive’s employ who watched over me, making sure nothing bad happened. I’d never felt safer than I did right now.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ive
Valentine’s Day
“Shouldn’t you be taking your wife out?” Ivan asked.
I slammed my fist against my prisoner’s face and stepped back. I’d not had to interrogate someone in nearly three weeks, but this man had been caught sneaking around one of my nightclubs.
He had the ink that declared him one of the cartel’s but the fucker wasn’t talking. Yes, I was supposed to be taking my woman out to dinner tonight, and afterward, I planned to take her back to our penthouse suite and spend the night between her thighs. All I wanted to do was fuck her.
She’d just finished her menstrual cycle so for the past week, I’d gone without, just holding her in my arms and rubbing her stomach. I’d heard women experienced pain, but Charlotte never complained about pain.
“I am.”
Ivan had come and gone out of my territory over the past few months. He didn’t have any new information for me. After he crashed my Christmas, I’d not seen him until the first week of January. Then he’d gone again, only to arrive today as I was intent on dealing with this man.
Charlotte adored him. My wife and Ivan had become quite good friends. I saw it every time they were in the same room together and I had to wonder what it was about Charlotte that Ivan liked.
“I wouldn’t bust up your knuckles too much,” Ivan said.
I stepped away from the man and turned toward Ivan. “Would you like to have a turn?”
Ivan offered me a smile, but then he grabbed a knife from the table and looked at the cocky fucking bastard currently tied to a chair. It was rare for Ivan to do anything or contribute. I knew he could do a lot of scary shit, but he’d rarely did it for anyone to see.
Over the last few months, the Irish mafia and the cartel had gone quiet on me. Quieter than I liked. They were not operating at their usual places, and none of my men knew where they had gone. This was the first activity from them in months. I didn’t like it.
I preferred my assholes to be present in my territory so I could keep an eye on them. With them in some kind of retreating mode, I had no choice but to take a trip into our currently vacant territory that Ivan seemed to keep an eye on. It wasn’t like him to wait this long to pick a new brigadier. He was up to something, I just didn’t know what.
His instincts had never let him down so far.
Ivan stepped in front of the man, and for several seconds, maybe even minutes, nothing was said or done, and then Ivan struck. He didn’t slash at the man or give a random cut. Ivan slammed the blade right between the man’s legs. From the screams and the angle, I had no doubt Ivan had gone right through the man’s cock, and with the force and speed, it was now stuck to the chair, seeing as the knife stayed upright.
“You can keep moving around. I’m guessing the blade is sharp, so as you move, it will just keep making a hole. A nice big hole through your cock, severing your nerves, making it impossible for you to get an erection again.” Ivan leaned forward. “But, I’ve got a feeling that’s a good thing for the ladies, as I’ve heard about your reputation. You like to rape women, don’t you? You like to force them so they have no fucking choice. You beat them, and then you humiliate them.”