Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
"I should have," he agrees softly. "But I'd rather have had you hate me than have had to ask Nico and Luca to bury you. You were out there that night because of me, little brother. Whether I sent an innocent man to prison or not, I deserved to suffer as long as you were suffering." He swallows. "Longer."
"Cristo. When the fuck did we lose our way?"
"I'm not sure we ever had it to begin with, little brother. We were naive, thinking we could take on the mafia and reshape it in our image." He laughs abruptly. "As it turns out, it takes more than grand plans and big dreams to turn a bunch of ruthless motherfuckers into well-heeled puppies. They bite. Sometimes, you have to bite back and teach painful lessons, even if you're still learning too."
"Yeah." I shake my head. "I guess so."
"We did it, though. It took more bloodshed and more years than we anticipated, but we finally did it."
"No, Rafe. You did it."
"You think you didn't help? That Luca didn't? You two were the only things that kept me from losing my fucking mind, little brother. I had a heart left for Amalia to claim because of you." He grins, a rare occasion for him. It makes him seem younger, lighter, as if he hasn't spent the last two decades in the trenches with his back against the wall and the enemies at the gates. "You rode my ass the whole goddamn way, but I was never anything less than grateful."
"Someone had to ride your ass," I mutter without heat. "You were an autocratic bastardo." I smirk. "Some things never change, I guess."
He flips me off.
We decide that I'll go with him to meet Santorum. Well, he decides. I was going either way. Not even the armies of hell could keep me out of that meeting.
The fucker targeted my regina, tried to claim her as his own. He thinks he has some claim over her because the courts deemed it so. I fully intend to disabuse him of that notion.
No one has a claim over Genesis but me. No one possesses any piece of her except for me.
It takes three days for Rafe to set the meeting up.
I spend my time wisely. Genesis and I barely leave the bedroom. When we do, it's to fuck in some other part of the house. The kitchen twice. The living room. In the hot tub out back. With her bent over the table in the hall.
No matter what filthy things I do to her, she doesn't tell me no. No matter what filthy things I say to her, she doesn't balk. She loves every minute, every dirty word. She was born to fuck, born to come.
On day three, I wake her with my tongue between her legs. Only, she pretends she isn't awake at all. She lets me do what I want to her, take what I want from her and doesn't make a sound until she's squirting all over me.
I flip her onto her stomach and fuck her like a madman. She makes sounds then. She screams for me so loud I'm sure Domani and Angelus hear her. I'm sure the fucking neighbors hear her.
Let them.
The whole world should know what an angel sounds like when she's crying out my name. Maybe then they'll know not to touch. Not to even look. I'll kill anyone who tries.
By the time I take pity on her, she's covered in my marks and cum. I push it back inside her with my fingers, earning a groan from her.
"Don't look at me like that, piccola fiamma. You know where it belongs. I'm just returning it to its proper place."
"You're filthy, Gabriel."
I smirk, leaning down to claim her mouth. "You love me filthy, Genesis. You wouldn't have pretended to sleep through me eating that perfect cunt if you didn't."
"Gabriel," she groans.
I chuckle, pulling her into my arms. For someone so naughty in the bedroom, she can be a shy little lamb when it comes to talking about it. It's one of the thousand things I love about her.
I add more to the list every day. Like the fact that she can actually cook but went out of her way to fuck it up just to torture me. Or the fact that she takes no shit from anyone but can be the sweetest little kitten when she wants to be. Or the way she stares at me as if she can't look away but blushes every time I catch her.
She's in love with me. It's driving me crazy that she won't say it.
"What are you doing today?"
"You, tesoro. I'm doing you today."
She gives me a disgruntled look. "I thought you had a billion-dollar company to run. How do you run it if you never go to work?"