Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I aimlessly reach for the door handle, my eyes going between his lips and eyes. I smirk up at him when his jaw twitches.
“Ruby!” Betty’s voice echoes out behind the door. “Bitch, where you at!”
Fucking Betty.
Wicked’s mouth turns into a half-smile as his face dips lower and he licks the corner of my lip. “Tsk, tsk… saved by the annoying bestie.” My thighs clench together and my teeth sink into my lip to stop from moaning as I twist the door handle, yanking it open onto Betty, who is standing at the end of the hallway, her mouth wide open when she sees us.
“Ah, I see what’s going on here—” Her finger flies between Wicked and me, but I see the exact moment she notices just how ridiculously hot Wicked is. She stops walking, her head tilting to the side and her eyes going up and down his body before resting on his face. “You’re too hot to be anything but a red flag.”
“Hey! I thought you were sitting on—” His hand touches the back of my thigh and goose bumps break out over my skin. Ice slides over the base of my spine. I lean against the door. “I thought you were getting…”
She waves me off. “I know.” Reaching for my bottle of tequila, she eyes both of us before swiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Has our little Ruby Rose finally met someone who perks her attention enough?”
“Okay!” I step forward and out of Wicked’s embrace, instantly feeling the emptiness of not having him near. Hooking my arm into Betty’s, I look over my shoulder slightly, just in time for Wicked to blow a kiss.
Not the kind I wanted, asshole.
Death burns the back of my mind, but as time goes on, I notice the flames simmer. I know I have a job to do, and I would do it well. We have been in the La Rosa home for three days and I have already rubbed my shit all over his daughter. I don’t know if she’s worth losing my dick over just yet. I don’t know how the mafia works, but I’ve figured out Victor is old school. He shifts between being a caring father and husband, to drug meetings and whatever else he’s doing.
Again, still not really fucking sure how I ended up here.
“My head hurts…” Poppy rolls onto her side, and I turn to face her up on the bed. I told Victor I didn’t want to move into the pool house. Didn’t make a lot of sense since I didn’t want to be here long.
“Good. Then maybe you’ve learned your lesson.”
I jump up off the mattress on the floor, gesturing to the end of the bed. “You’re going to school with Ruby on Monday. Think you can handle that and not be a fucking idiot?”
“Lenny!” Poppy scolds, shoving her blankets off her body and swinging her legs over the edge. “Yes, I can. And speaking of…” She swipes a towel on the computer table, glaring at me in passing. “You think you and Ruby can simmer down the attraction? Anytime anyone is in the same room as you both it’s awkward, and I’ve never seen you with a girl before!” I hear the shower turn on, but the door is slightly ajar, which only means one thing. Poppy wants to try to talk about girl shit.
I grab a hoodie and slide it over my head, quickly dashing out of the bedroom before she can start but end up crashing into someone.
My hands fly out to catch Ruby before she collides with the hallway. “You good?”
“Shit…” She pulls the earbuds out of her ears, and I have to force my hands off her body to stop from shoving her up against the wall and doing all the bad shit I’ve pictured doing to her since I first saw her. The animal inside of me wants to break her apart to see what she’s made of. It’s that wild rush that courses through my veins knowing that I’m not supposed to touch her, much less ruin her. Her phone starts ringing in her hand and the photo that pops up on her screen is a selfie of her and the fuckboy who was hanging off her arm at the party last night. He’s looking at her, but she’s smiling at the camera.
Fuck. After last night, I know where she stands with him, but as long as she’s not on my dick, it’s going to be a problem. One I don’t want. She doesn’t look like the type of girl who would have some big mafia boss as her dad. She looks like a bitchy cheerleader, and I thought she was, but as time goes on, I’m second-guessing myself. The kindness that lingers within her words and the gentleness in how she handles Poppy. I know she probably doesn’t have a mean bone in her body, and if she does, I wanna see it come to life while I’m fucking hers out of her.