Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She moved into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I was hoping not.”
My hands tightened on her lower back, and I pulled her hard into me, kissing her like she wasn’t just some woman I was fucking, but a woman who actually meant something to me. Her lips tasted like warm honey sprinkled with cocaine. Every kiss was more addictive than the last. My hand slid to her ass, and I gripped that tight nectarine with a firm hand, my mouth filling hers with my breath.
She moaned into my mouth quietly, like it’d been so long since a man had touched her the way she liked. She’d been a sex toy to a man she despised, and now she was being handled like a real lady—with her ass squeezed by a man’s palm.
I pulled away first, feeling the discomfort in the front of my jeans.
Her lips were still slightly parted, disappointed that it didn’t last forever. Her hands slowly slid from my shoulders as she stepped away. “Night, Balto.”
“Night, baby.” I stared at her ass as she walked to her car, picturing that little asshole in my mind. Soon enough, my dick would be crammed deep inside, and I would make her come even harder than she ever had before.
She started the car and drove away.
I stayed on the street corner with a hard dick in my pants. I’d spent the last few hours fucking a sexy woman, but I didn’t feel an ounce of satisfaction. I’d filled so many condoms with my arousal, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough.
10
Balto
“Where’s my money?” I bypassed all of Case’s security and made it into the large room that served as an office. There was a dining table scattered with papers, and Case sat there with his brother across the table from him.
Case looked up, his green eyes burning with savage fire. He was a strong man with his muscular shoulders and chiseled forearms, and his profound poker face made him a respectable opponent, but he was no match for me.
No one was.
“Stop knocking out all my guys to get in here.” He dropped the pen he was using for his paperwork. “Walk in like a normal person.”
“But it’s much more fun my way.” I eyed the bar next to the window before I helped myself to a drink. I made my usual—a scotch on the rocks. I took a seat and got comfortable, like I owned this place as much as they did. “Plus, it teaches you how lax your security is. You need to hire better men, more men, if you really want to keep people out.”
“I don’t want to look too suspicious,” Case said. “After all, we are just a pasta factory.”
“Let me tell you something.” I leaned forward with my hand around my glass. “The really successful men don’t give a shit. The powerful, the unquestionable. They’ve got something to protect, and they aren’t afraid to show it. One day you’ll get there. You’re too new to the game.”
“Too new?” Case asked, his eyebrow raised. “I don’t think new men bring in the kind of money I just bagged this month. Our product is gourmet—just like our pasta.”
“How much are we talking?” I didn’t say a word to his brother, who was quiet in his seat of the table. He looked similar to Case, with Italian good looks and hard cheekbones. He’d inherited the same green eyes. There was no doubt they were brothers.
Case left the table and grabbed a briefcase from the counter. He carried it back to me and unlocked the clasp that kept it shut. “See for yourself.” He sat down again.
I popped the lid and saw the cash bundled together and neatly organized. I dealt with money every single day, so I could recognize counterfeit at a single glance. This was the real shit. I grabbed a bundle and quickly counted it then made a projection of the value of the entire briefcase. “There’s gotta be at least five million in here.”
“Yes.” Case didn’t hide his pride. “Very close.”
“Which means you made a great deal for yourself.”
“And I’m not changing your cut. We agreed to it—and we’re sticking to it.”
I was so rich that a little more money wouldn’t make a difference. “I’m impressed.”
Case nodded to his brother. “Dirk is the mastermind behind the product. He understands the definition of high quality, how to make it so sweet that the addiction starts at the first hit.”
Dirk only stared at me.
I nodded in his direction. “That’s impressive. Most of the stuff on the market is the same shit.”
“Ours isn’t,” Case said. “We’ll be the number one distributor soon enough.”
The ambition sounded good at first listen, but it could be deadly. “You want to be successful, but you don’t want to piss off the other guys unless you’re prepared to go to war. I can tell you right now that you aren’t.”