Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He clearly has something he wants to say to me, or point out, but I don’t know what. I’m married to the bride he fucking chose. Bethany was more than a suitable candidate, and sure, I hated the bitch, but at least she knew what she was getting into. She liked it as well.
There were times during our dates she’d ask me just how far I went, how much blood I’d spilled. She even knew of my deadly reputation and rather than terrify her, it excited her. Again, I didn’t give a fuck. Bethany was a slut. When Ivan found out she was horrid to Aurora, I didn’t expect him to change her position. He went so far as to lure her into bed with other men and film the sessions, then threw it in her parents’ faces. Within a matter of minutes Bethany was out of favor, and suddenly, my intended was the sister. The young, virginal, sweet sister. The one who stayed as far away from me and Ivan as humanly possible without insulting anyone.
My annoyance wasn’t being sated with torturing this asshole. Under different circumstances, the sound of screams and the dark spillage of blood helped to cool my mind. Not today. I’d already gotten all the information I needed, but I wasn’t a man who was known for doing things lightly. If you crossed me and Ivan, then it was a guaranteed death sentence. Nothing more. Nothing less. There was no way out of it once you committed a sin like that. You were well and truly fucked.
Staring at the rat now, dripping with blood, stinking of piss and shit, I was done. Drawing out my blade, I slid it right across his neck, ending his misery way too soon.
Without a word, I left the warehouse, grabbed my jacket that Leo held, and made my way toward the car. No one said a word to me. They knew not to disturb me during a time like this. Once inside the car, I pulled out my cell phone, typed in the password, and found the security camera app with a view of my penthouse suite.
She still hadn’t kissed me.
I found her within seconds, lying down, her legs dangling across the arms of the sofa, kicking them out. Her hands were pointing up, swaying back and forth, and she was looking so fucking bored. That’s what I wanted—her desperate and hungry. Begging. Adelaide would look so cute on her knees, begging me.
I didn’t turn up the sound but from the way her lips were moving, I could tell she was singing. The temptation to turn the volume up was strong, but I refrained from doing so. Listening to my wife sing would be far too much of a distraction, and I had more business to attend to.
I logged out of the app and ordered Leo to take me to the casino. I needed to make my presence known there first, and to also account for all the log books, while keeping an eye on any potential new faces.
The Feds had a way of appearing randomly. Some of them came to the casino dressed in civilian clothes, but I knew they were there to case the place. To see for themselves if I was prepared at a moment’s notice for a possible invasion. It pissed me off, but again, it was all part of the fun and games.
Leo arrived at the private underground parking. Climbing out of the car, I buttoned up my jacket, which hid the bloodstains. My hands were also tinted with it.
This was a risk, but I always got a thrill out of the prospect of showing who I really was. Getting caught didn’t scare me. There was no way they’d be able to hold my ass for long.
We moved toward the elevator doors together. Typing in my code, I didn’t have to wait for them to open. I stepped inside and pressed down to the basement.
“Terrance sent me a message. Adelaide tried to leave again today. She said you had agreed to it.”
“Did he allow her to leave?” Andrei asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
I knew Leo didn’t approve of my method of dealing with Adelaide. Other brigadiers would have chosen men they trusted to spend time with their wives, to keep them safe, and to keep other men away.
Not me. There was no man I trusted with Adelaide. No one I wanted to leave next to her, day in and day out. She was my wife. No one else would get the pleasure of her company. Not that I spent a whole lot of time with her. I hadn’t granted myself the luxury.
“Sir, can I speak freely?” Leo asked.
“Not about my wife. No.”
“Sir?”
“I’m handling her the best way I know how. If you don’t like it, then you can leave.” Which was a death sentence. Once part of the Bratva, there was no escaping it.