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)
I’d never touched this woman. I twisted her hand and she cried out and grabbed the back of her neck. I slammed her across my desk and tugged hard on her hair until she was pressed flush against my desk as I dug into her back.
“If you ever speak about my wife like that again, I will cut your disgusting throat. I never wanted your nasty cunt, Bethany. I had no plans to be with you at all. Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of my office before I change my mind. I’m in the mood to see this neck dripping with blood.”
I move from behind the desk, tossing her away from me, where she crumbles to the floor.
“Please, I need money, Andrei. He told me he would kill me if I don’t get him the money first.”
I shake my head knowing it’s not my problem.
“Where?” I asked.
“What?”
“Where did you find him?”
She told me the location and that pissed me off even more. If Bethany hadn’t been in my territory, I could send her right back to her parents without a care in the world. She purchased drugs from one of my clubs, by a guy who didn’t work for me, and someone I’d never heard of before. It pissed me off.
“Get the fuck out,” I said.
“Please, Andrei, I’ll do anything you want.”
“Then get the hell out of my sight before I kill you myself. Tell me where you’re staying. I’ll deal with your problem, then you get the hell out of my city.”
Ivan didn’t want me to kill Bethany yet. When he did, I was more than happy to deal with it.
Once Bethany was out of my office, I was done. I needed to get her stench off me.
I left the building, found my car, and slid behind the driver’s seat. With Leo taking care of Adelaide, I hadn’t chosen another driver. There was Terrance who I could give a shot to, but I didn’t trust easily.
The drive through the city toward my penthouse didn’t relax me. Bethany’s appearance pissed me off. I knew she was up to something, and with the Evil Savages MC causing me trouble as well as the mafia, I didn’t have time for her to be a problem. She hated her sister. With her begging for money and help, that had to mean something.
I parked my car and headed to my elevator. I had to use a special code to get inside, which I typed in. This was added protection for myself and my wife. As I stood in the elevator, I checked my cell phone to see several texts from Leo. Opening them up, I froze as I saw my wife eating lunch with a man I didn’t recognize. The images were clear. She hugged this man, kissed his cheek, and they sat, sharing looks with one another.
Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I was used to. Adelaide was my wife. Her smiles and kisses were all mine, and I didn’t know who this man was.
My elevator doors opened, and Terrance was standing guard. I dismissed him as I entered. Leo stood near the living room and I nodded at him to leave as well. Adelaide was on the floor, legs crossed, with several pictures in front of her.
“Andrei,” she said, getting to her feet.
The skirt and blouse she wore this morning were gone, replaced with a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. Her hair was still in the bun but several strands had escaped.
“Who was the man you had lunch with?” I asked.
The smile dropped from her face. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She glanced down at the pictures she’d been holding. “He’s a friend. That’s all.”
“And I told you not to have anything to do with someone from your former life.”
“He’s the only friend I’ve got.”
“And I’m not allowing my wife to have lunch with another man.”
“Andrei, you’re blowing this completely out of proportion.”
I took a step toward her, staring down at her beautiful, plump mouth. I had missed her all fucking day and she went and had lunch with another man. I didn’t accept it.
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I tug her close, and kiss her hard, almost bruising. I needed to wipe the memory of the man she’d been with from her mind.
Chapter Eight
Adelaide
Nathan had been worried about me.
How could he not? I all but vanished while he was away. There was no time to explain to him I was getting married to a man he’d never met before. If our roles were reversed, I’d be worried too.
He’d wanted to know every single detail about Andrei—how we met, how I ended up marrying my sister’s fiancé. There was a whole list of questions and I hadn’t been able to answer all of them. He wanted to know if I was in love with him, and that had been a hard one to get past. Nathan knew I avoided most of the questions and I hated lying to him so much.