Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I don’t need to do anything, Alejandro.”
I narrowed my eyes at him with a sincere expression. “I’m here out of concern for my mother.”
He took a deep breath, contemplating what he was going to say. “I have it taken care of. Javier is… I’m handling it.”
“It’s been almost four years. Four fucking years, and that motherfucker is still walking. He should have been taken care of already. What the fuck is the hold up?”
“Are you questioning my authority?” he spewed, eyeing me up and down.
“When it comes to my mother’s safety, I would question Jesus Christ’s authority.”
He slammed his fists on the desk, gritting out, “I would never let anything happen to your mother. My wife. Do you hear me? Don’t ever disrespect me by insinuating that I would.”
I immediately stood, leaning forward. Placing my hands on the desk, I looked him dead in the eyes and spoke with conviction, “If you don’t put a fucking bullet in his head, I will.”
And I meant every last word.
“Are you ready?” Amari asked, as she took a seat next to Sophia, who had a spread of bridal magazines laid out on the kitchen island. She had immersed herself in gowns, centerpieces, and decor for the past hour. Color coding and organizing what she liked and didn’t.
“Why am I going to this again?” I asked, annoyed. They were dragging me along with them to do wedding shit. “Women are supposed to be the ones that handle all this. I did my job. I proposed and put the ring on her finger.”
“That was a very sexist response, brother,” she replied, flipping pages. Pointing out what she liked.
“Call it what you want. I’m the odd man out. Last time I checked, I had a dick, Amari.”
Sophia laughed, and my sister rolled her eyes.
“Alejandro, you’re a picky eater. You need to come try the food for the reception. Then we have the cake tasting at two o'clock. After that, you can go back to not caring about our wedding,” Sophia added still not looking up from her damn bridal magazine.
“Baby, it's not like I don't care about the wedding. I just care about the wedding night and the honeymoon more. I offered to help you pick out your lingerie. That has to count for something, right?”
“You care about the sex,” Amari chimed in.
“So romantic," Sophia added, shutting her magazine and grabbing her purse to leave.
“I’m a man," I shrugged, grabbing Sophia by the waist and pulling her into my side.
“You’re a pig. Michael would never—”
“Michael’s a fucking pussy.”
Sophia smacked me on the chest and Amari rolled her eyes again, standing up. “On that note. Let’s go. Mamá is going to meet us downtown after her doctor’s appointment. If we’re late, it’s your balls on the line because you know I’m going to blame it on you.”
The limo that my dad insisted I needed to start using was waiting for us outside, along with five bodyguards.
“Are they always going to be with us?” Sophia whispered at my side. Even after all these years, the men protecting us still scared the shit out of her. Permanently scarred from that night.
Amari peered over her shoulder, blurting, “Get used to it. Knowing Alejandro, you’ll have more than necessary.”
I glared at her and she smiled, getting into the limo first. By the time we made it downtown, we were running late for our appointment.
“Relax, Mamá isn’t even here yet. Her car isn’t in the parking lot,” I announced, stepping out of the limo.
They both looked around the lot. “How did you know that? We just got here,” Sophia stated, glancing back at me.
“I’m always aware of my surroundings, baby. Let’s go.” I nodded toward the guards to do their checks and led the way toward the garage elevator.
Amari stopped as the doors opened. “Maybe we should wait for her. She gets lost everywhere, Alejandro. You know she has no sense of direction,” she reminded. “I bet that’s why she’s late. She probably gave Roberto the wrong address.”
She was notorious for getting turned around, especially when she was out on her own.
“I don’t want to miss this appointment,” Sophia whined, pulling on my hand to go. “We’re already so late. We had to schedule this weeks ago and—”
“Cariño, you know I hate it when you fucking whine like that.” I pulled her toward me, wrapping my arms around her waist.
Elegant Edge catered to the rich and famous. The building had a private entrance and parking located in the back alley. Privacy was a must when it came to celebrity and high-end weddings. My mom always wanted the best for her children, no matter what the cost.
“Relax. We won’t miss the appointment, I’ll make sure of it. But Amari is right. We should probably wait for her.”
She smiled, looking up at me adoringly. “Oh yeah? You think your green eyes and devilish grin work on every woman, huh?”