Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Fowler hisses. “You think tying me up is going to stop Aris from getting to you again?” He laughs wickedly, and I take a step back. Gone is the pervy flirt, and present is a ruthless mobster. “That man is on a revenge mission, and he ain’t gonna stop until he has everything Kostas cares about. Mark my fucking words.”
The room chills several degrees like a cold storm has surged into our bedroom, ready to destroy everything in its path.
“My brother will get to my wife again over my dead fucking body,” Kostas says, entering the room. He saunters over to Fowler like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But I can see the darkness in his usually light eyes. He’s pissed and he’s going to make Fowler pay…after he makes him talk.
“We can make this easy or difficult. Are you going to tell me where my brother is, or am I going to beat it out of you?” Kostas cracks his neck to one side and then to the other, the bones popping in an intimidating way.
Fowler laughs. “I’m not saying shit.” He spits at Kostas. “I already know my death warrant’s been signed. I’m not going down a fucking rat.”
Kostas glowers at him as he sheds his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. “The hard way it is.” He turns to me, and I give a look that tells him I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be damned if I don’t get to see this asshole get what’s coming to him. Kostas simply shakes his head, not even bothering to argue.
Kostas unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to whip Fowler with his belt, but instead he wraps it around his neck, tightening it so tight, Fowler’s veins in his neck and face bulge. He doesn’t stop until Fowler’s face is bright red.
“This is for teaming with the wrong side.” He tightens it some more, and I worry he’s going to kill him before he gets any information out of him.
“And this is for even thinking you would try to take my daughter and wife from me.” Kostas tightens the belt, and Fowler’s survival instincts kick in. He tries to wriggle his body to get free. His head lashes back and forth as his face color turns to a deep crimson.
“Sis, you sure you wanna be here for this?” Phoenix asks, his tone laced with worry.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Kostas says, answering for me. “Your sweet little sister has quite the dark side in her.” While still choking Fowler, he looks back and shoots me a knowing smirk, causing my belly to flutter with butterflies. Jesus, I think I might be as crazy as my husband.
Kostas
When I’d gotten the text from Phoenix, I’d seen red. But thankfully, Talia’s brother is one of the few people I can trust around here. He’d been onto Fowler’s bullshit already and had his eye on him. And when the fucker thought he could hurt my fucking wife, she shot him.
Good girl.
Good goddamn girl.
The prick is whining and hissing against the leather belt that has him in a chokehold, but all I can do is admire my wife. She looks borderline angelic in her yellow sundress and sunny hair that hangs down her back in what she calls beach waves. Even the smile on her plump red lips is serene. It’s the eyes, though.
Brilliant and blazing.
Wickedly blue.
A monster who teases my own.
If I didn’t have this dickhead to torture, I’d bend her over my bed right now and take her bloody cunt. I’d smack her ass in the way bad girls get their reward and use my crimson-soaked dick to push between her cheeks, taking her where she doesn’t bleed but sure as fuck will feel like it.
Having a hard-on with a rat in my presence is inconvenient.
“Take him to the garage. This shit is going to get bloody.” I nod at Phoenix. “Don’t kill him yet.”
While Phoenix handles him, I grab Talia’s wrist and haul her into our giant closet. I close the door and then pounce on her. My lips crash to hers as I grab her ass.
“I was fucking terrified something happened to you,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. “And here you are, ruling over your mere mortals like the queen you are. You make me proud, zoí mou.”
She kisses me hard and works at my tie. “You can’t wear your good tie to cut off limbs, husband.”
“And sundresses are meant for the beach, not stabbing rats,” I tell her, ripping at the fabric and pulling it down one shoulder so I can kiss her bare skin. “As much as I want to fuck my gorgeous wife, I need to get down there and find answers.”