Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Creed sneers around the room and then looks back at Salvatore. “Not staying long. Just wanted to come by and see how you were. Pay my respects and all that bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” I hear someone say from behind us.
It’s then I turn and notice there are at least ten men around us and ready to protect Salvatore.
“Looks like Giovanni is still nipping at your heels. Careful, Sal. You stop too fast and he’ll end up in your ass,” Creed says.
“He’s got a great ass, though,” Giovanni says, and I snort.
I regret it immediately because everyone turns their attention to me.
“Pretty little thing,” Creed says, then licks his lips. “She suck a cock as good as your mom?”
A deafening roar breaks out, and everything happens so fast. People pile in, swinging and shouting, descending on us from every corner. It’s chaos, and I just try to get out of the way. With one sentence from Creed, the place is in utter panic and commotion.
I try not to get caught in the mass of bodies as I watch five people pull Salvatore off Creed. A set of hands grabs my upper arms, and I’m pulled off to the side, but I don’t know who it is because I can’t take my eyes off what’s happening. I just stand there and watch as Salvatore tries to kick his way back to Creed, I assume to finish him off.
“You’re a dead man!” Salvatore shouts, and that’s when I hear the snaps of the cameras.
Paparazzi are everywhere, catching all of this on camera.
“Fuck,” is mumbled from behind me, and it’s then I notice Giovanni was the one to get me out of the fight. “Get him out of here!” he shouts, and a bunch of guys in suits grab Creed.
The ones who have Salvatore are trying to calm him down, but it’s no use. He’s beyond talk right now, and he looks ready to murder everyone in the room.
Creed is laughing as blood drips down his nose, and he looks psychotic. He’s still laughing like a maniac as they carry him out of the ballroom, his voice echoing off the ceiling.
What the hell just happened in the last thirty seconds? It was like hell broke loose.
My chest aches as I watch Salvatore struggle to calm down. He’s fighting with the people trying to talk to him, and he looks ready to go after Creed.
Without thinking, I walk over to him and slip my hand into his. The feeling of his warm skin against mine, even as his pulse races, settles me. He flinches but then turns to look at me, his eyes softening at the sight of me beside him. The next thing I know, he’s wrapping both of his arms around me and drawing in a deep breath.
“You okay, angel?” I nod against his chest and I feel his chin rest on the top of my head. “Sorry about that. Long story.”
“That’s not much of an explanation,” I say, and I feel his chest move with laughter.
“Not here,” he whispers into my ear, and it’s then I realize we are still surrounded by people. “Gio,” he calls over my shoulder, and I turn to see Gio walk over to us. “Take care of this. I’m taking her home.”
“Nice to meet you, Thea,” Gio says. “I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you.”
He smile is easy and I can tell he’s one of the good guys.
“I can say the same about you,” I say, shrugging, and he laughs at that.
“Since Sal will never introduce us, you can call me Gio. I’m his baby brother, to all intents and purposes. Welcome to the family.”
He inclines his head to the both of us and walks away, but with the word family, all my questions from before are popping up.
“Not yet,” Salvatore whispers in my ear, and I growl at him in frustration. I hate how easily he can read my mind.
The limo is brought around faster than I thought possible, and the next thing I know I’m in the back of it and we’re out of there.
“What was that — ” I ask, but Salvatore cuts me off when his lips land on mine.
The kiss is deep, and his tongue demands entry without hesitation. I open and give him what he wants, sensing his heightened need. He’s desperate to have something from me, and I’m willing and eager to give him that. In this moment, all of my questions have left the limo, and there is only what I can do to comfort him.
It’s clear that Salvatore wants me, and I want him. I don’t know how the rest of this will turn out, but right now, I’m only going with what my body is telling me to do.
“Pull your dress up,” he says against my lips as his hands go to the top of my dress.