Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Cinna turned, taking in Dav’s golden boy good looks, a little too light-haired and blue-eyed to be fully Italian like she was with her long, dark hair, and dark eyes that could cut a man down with one glance.
“I don’t remember,” she said. “I haven’t had my face in a box since I was eighteen,” she admitted, getting a chuckle out of some of the other men as Dav pressed a hand to his heart.
“Cinna, you minx,” he said, turning his attention fully to her. “I feel I need to know every detail about this story. For example, what were you wearing? Or not wearing?”
“Keep dreaming, Dav,” she said, shaking her head, but not completely immune to his charm, no matter how much she pretended. “I’m not giving you material for your spank-bank. Boss,” she said, nodding at me. “I hear congratulations are in order,” she added, but not actually congratulating me, I noticed. “I would have been at the ceremony, but that much Costa stink would make me sick.”
“Always nice to have your support, Cinna,” I said.
Cinna was a neighborhood kid who’d been moved out of the city when she was little, only to return in her teens. Angry and ruthless. She was barely in school for a week before she got expelled for nearly ripping a guy’s balls off for coming up behind her in the hall and grinding against her.
I knew right then that she was a woman destined for great things. And, at nineteen, she’d become the first official female capo in New York mafia history. Almost ten years later, she was still kicking ass and confirming my suspicions about her potential.
“You always got my support, Renz,” Cinna said. “Even when I think you’re out of your motherfucking mind.”
“Were there any toys involved?” Dav asked, still hung up on Cinna’s comment before.
“Because girls can only get off if something phallic is involved?” Cinna asked, brow lifted.
To that, Dav’s eyes went darker as he leaned in close. “Cinna, baby, I wouldn’t need anything but my mouth to get you off.”
“Keep dreaming, Dav,” she said, pressing a hand into his chest, and pushing him back a foot, so she could walk toward the bar to get herself a drink.
“She’s coming around,” Dav said, nodding.
“Sure, man, sure,” I agreed, shaking my head at him as I walked around to the next group.
It was a couple hours after that when the events of the day finally caught up to me, making my legs feel heavy and my mind unable to focus on the snippets of conversation going on around me.
I finished off the rest of my drink, set it on the bar, and made my way through the apartment, barely able to push between people, the crowd was so thick in some areas.
I needed some fucking sleep.
It wasn’t until I was halfway up the stairs that I remembered that, for the first time in my entire goddamn life, I wasn’t going to be sleeping alone.
Unless Elian had set Lore up in one of the guest rooms. Which would have been the smart thing to do.
Somehow, though, as I got to the door, I knew she would be behind it.
Too quiet and timid to take her shit and walk it down the hall and into her own room.
I didn’t know what to do with small, shy, shrinking women.
I’d surrounded myself with a lot of loud, confident, brash, demanding, and unintimidated women.
Having one around who looked like she might faint if I looked at her wrong was going to take some fucking getting used to.
But with her sitting there off the end of the bed, all soft and sweet in her ultra fucking feminine get-up, I wondered if maybe I could get used to all that sweet and shy and soft.
“Been waiting for me, mouse?” I asked, stepping out of my shoes as I locked the door behind me.
I walked across the room, stopping in front of her to slide the strap of her nightie back up her shoulder, feeling a little shiver move through her at the touch.
Yeah, I decided, feeling my cock start to harden.
Maybe I wouldn’t mind having a wife around at all.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lore
I felt like he sucked all the air out of the room as he moved into it.
Or maybe I was just holding my breath?
I didn’t know.
My mind was in a million places at once as my body warmed at the look in his eyes as he stepped closer, as his hand lifted, then his fingertip teased over my bare skin, moving my strap back into place.
He didn’t touch me again, but I swear my skin felt singed as I watched him move over toward the closet, going halfway inside, and flicking on the light.
Then I watched, too transfixed to feel shy, as he reached for his belt, working it loose with deft fingers, then whipping it out of the loops with a whooshing sound that had no right to make a little shiver move through me, but did regardless.