Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“I’m fine. I swear no one touched me. Although it was close. If it wasn’t for that Martín guy, your brother would have kidnapped me,” I sob, choking on tears.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea how many fucking pricks my brother had working to overthrow me, but I’ve cleaned house.” I cling to him tightly, hating his brother with all my heart, hoping I never see him again.
“Are you sure we’re safe? He got in here when I thought it was locked.”
“I’m going to kill him for making you feel unsafe. Listen, I should have killed the bastard myself long before he even had a chance to get anywhere near you.”
“He’s your brother.”
“It’s the only reason he hadn’t met his fate sooner and why it’s not at my hand. Martín was on his way to get my brother, but someone let David out of his holding cell. He shouldn’t have reached you. I wish I had been more patient in contacting you so that you wouldn’t have been in danger, but I couldn’t wait another day.”
I brush my hand on his chest, loving the feel of the firm strength under my skin. “It’s not your fault. Your brother was fucked up.”
“I’m fucked up.”
“I find your kind of fucked up sexy.” I kiss his chin.
“That’s good because I’m not giving you up for anything in the world. I’ve spent my life doing crazy shit to keep my empire, but never once did I need a queen by my side. You changed that.”
“That’s good because you’re getting a queen and an heir.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“I think we need to make this shit official already.”
There’s a knock at the door. “Sir, we need to have a word.”
“Just one minute, Cesar.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Get dressed. As much as I’d love to have you naked and in bed, we still have some matters to handle. Your new wardrobe should be on the right-hand side of the dresser and the closet.” He kisses my lips and then pulls away.
Sebastian steps out of the room, and I quickly dig for some clothes. It seems the entire closet is full of clothes made just for me. After finding a bunch of underwear and bra sets in my size, I crack up. Sliding on a pair of black leggings and a blue top, I feel slightly normal. There are a dozen pairs of shoes, from sandals and sneakers to heels and boots. I go with a pair of sandals and then wait on the bed for him to return.
It feels like an eternity when the knock comes. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Diaz, Sebastian told me to escort you down to his office.” I open to see Cesar waiting. He’s the only one whose name I remember other than Allie’s brother because I’ve seen him the most and because of the whole damn sex in the back of the vehicle thing. I don’t have time to blush when I think about why Sebastian didn’t come himself like he promised.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him. It doesn’t make sense that Sebastian would send for me, considering everything that’s happened.
“I’ll let him explain.”
My skin prickles with concern. “Well, that’s not cool.”
“He’s the boss.” He opens the large double doors, and I enter to see Sebastian sitting on his chair while a doctor is stitching his side.
“What happened?” I gasp, standing at the door in shock.
“Come here, mi dulce.” Slowly I move closer. Afraid I’ll accidentally bump the doctor while he’s working, I stop about a foot away. “What’s going on, Sebastian?”
“It seems I underestimated my brother and who he’d use to take me down.” There’s a look on his face like he’s in pain, but so much more he’s not saying. “One of his whores snuck into the home as a maid.”
“So you keep hoes in your home that just go in and out of your room. Why did you let her get that close to you?” I snap, getting insanely hurt and possessive out of nowhere.
“Mi amor, are you jealous?”
Without a doubt. I’ve longed for this mobster for months, only for some whore to put her filthy hands on him. “Damn right. She’s a fucking slutty bitch, and you clearly let her get close enough to stab you.” He starts laughing hard, chuckling so much that the doctor stops the stitching.
“Sir, I can’t continue to fix this if you don’t stay still.”
“Sorry,” he tells him, looking at me with a hint of contrition even though his lips have a slight smirk. “Mi dulce, I think you and Martín’s wife are going to be great friends. That puta came up to me saying you needed something. I had no idea she’d even approach me until I walked past her. I didn’t see the knife until she reached out. Baby, I swear the knife was the only thing to touch my skin. Now, come here.” He wags his finger toward me, a devilish look in his eyes. I shake my head because he’s not going to try and seduce his way out of this.