Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Normally, I would have bristled at her command, at anyone’s command. But this time my feet started to move, and the next thing I knew, I sat beside Mo, thighs and arms brushing as we enjoyed the barbecue feast in front of us while some shitty gangster movie played.
“You know this is all bullshit, right?”
Mo looked over at me, a smudge of barbecue sauce lingering on the corner of her mouth. “What?”
“This movie. They got just about everything wrong.”
She shrugged, a teasing smile on her lips.
“I don’t know. They seem to get some things right. Family loyalty. The pain in the ass federal agent. The guns. The girls. The asshole older brother.”
I almost spit out my food. “Easy details to figure out, but the stuff that matters? Bullshit.”
“Yeah?” She folded her arms and leaned back against the sofa, gasping softly when I slid over and wrapped an arm around her. “How so?”
“For starters,” I said, aroused by her perfume and the silky feel of her skin, “you never do shit in a room full of people. Not even if they’re your people.”
I didn’t watch much TV or movies, didn’t have the time and when I did, I preferred to lose myself in a woman, drink with my brothers. I nuzzled her neck before I added, “But not for the reasons you think.”
Her brows arched in skepticism. “And how do you know what I think?”
Because I know you. “It’s written all over your face. You think I don’t trust my own damn people.”
“Wrong.”
She laughed out loud, tits jiggling as her body shook with laughter when I returned her skeptical look.
“You trust who you trust,” she said, shrugging as if the answer was obvious. “Sadie, Virgil, and Terry. You trust Kat to do whatever she does for the family, but that’s it.” She flashed a satisfied smile when I didn’t deny it. “But you wouldn’t shoot someone in a room full of people for one reason.”
“And that is?” I was getting hard listening to her. From her sexy curves or her sharp mind?
“You’re a control freak, and even in Midnight Mass, you don’t always know everyone in the place. You can’t track down and pay off—among other things—if you aren’t dead certain who’s in the room. And with all the vacationers, you can’t even begin to know who they are.”
“Smartass,” I grumbled, but I was damned impressed with her.
Her boisterous laugh slowly faded to a soft, sexy sigh. “Not really. Just perceptive. But if you’re labeling me, I’ve always wanted to be a badass.”
“You are a badass, Mo.” I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “And I can teach you more.” The shiver put a smile on my face, and my dick woke up again, eager to join the party.
Mo stood; hands fisted at her sides as she smiled down at me. “Let’s go, big boy.”
“Now?”
She nodded. “Sure, we just fueled up. Badass training.”
Her enthusiasm was contagious, and even though it screwed with my plans, I agreed. “Put some clothes on and meet me on the back porch in five minutes.”
Mo made her entrance just as I finished setting up, and she smiled at the look on my face. “Too much?”
“A bra? I’m not complaining, believe me. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“That’s because you don’t know me.” A flash of sadness darkened her eyes but only for a moment before she smiled it away. “Now, where my gat?”
“Your gat?”
She nodded, expression mostly serious, but her lips trembled with laughter. “Isn’t that what the gangsters calling it?”
I gave her a side-eye and put the gun in her hand, standing behind her so not even the wind could come between us as I whispered in her ear. “Legs apart, shoulders squared and chest out.”
Her body shook with laughter, her ass brushing against my dick.
“Sounds exactly like get down on all fours, arch your back and finger your pussy.”
I groaned and squeezed her hip. “Pay attention.”
“Okay.” Her smile slipped, and she focused on the metal in her hand. “I’m ready.”
“Relax.” Her shoulders were tense, and she held her breath, classic beginner's mistake. “If you relax before you pull the trigger, you have a better chance at hitting your target.”
Every part of her body relaxed before she squeezed the trigger again. “I hit it!” Mo turned in my arms, pressing her mostly naked curves flush against me.
“You did.” I smiled at her excitement, wondering when the last time was that I felt that excited about something. “Good job.”
She turned back to the other targets, empty cans, beer bottles, and milk jugs, knocking each one down with one or two shots. “Damn, I did it again!”
“You’d make a fine woman for a gangster, but you’re a little too slow to be a gangster.” It was the perfect transition into the first conversation I wanted to have with Mo.