Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
He flicks his gaze up at me, a smile already forming on his lips, and then he realizes who I am. It freezes, half-formed. "Uh…"
"Just go get whoever the fuck I need to write the goddamn check out to," I sigh, not in the mood for this bullshit. "Now."
Shock flares in his eyes. But he's smart enough not to ask a single damn question. He darts inside, running to do as he was told.
"I'm sorry," Nicolas says, scrubbing a hand down his face as we stride back toward my office a full four hours later. "I should have been paying better attention."
He's right. He should have. So why the fuck wasn't he?
I just had to work a miracle, threaten to build my own fucking port in Bonaire, because he failed to notice that the payment to our contact in Aruba hadn't been sent. Greased palms pave the way. Dry palms are a motherfucking problem.
I cut my eyes in his direction. "So why weren't you, Nicolas? What was so goddamn important that you forgot what the fuck I pay you to do?" I growl, trying to figure him out, to pin him down.
Suspicion is a cold, hard knot in the pit of my stomach. I don't want to believe it. He's been ruthless over the last few days, cutting through the ranks without mercy, killing without remorse when necessary. And yet…the knot remains.
Where the fuck do his loyalties truly lie?
"You, príncipe," he says, dropping his hand from his face to meet my gaze. "You are the reason I forgot."
"Excuse me?" I hiss, my hands clenching into fists.
"I do not mean it like that," he says. "I mean only…you are what was more important, Naz. You have had too much on your plate, too many things pulling at you. We have Sullivan, and the war with Rojas, and the men he's planted here." He shrugs. "It's been a busy time."
I grit my teeth, not buying the excuse. Nicolas isn't careless. And he hasn't seemed all that concerned.
"Your concern is touching, Nicolas," I say, a bite in my tone.
Nicolas hears it, a protest forming on his lips.
I throw my hand up, silencing him. I don't want to hear it. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's more bullshit. "I don't pay you for your concern. I pay you to do your job. So do your fucking job or get out."
Nicolas stares at me for a long, silent moment, his dark eyes inscrutable. A muscle ticks in his jaw, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You've changed, Naz," he says finally, his voice soft…disappointed.
"Yeah, I have," I mutter, meeting his gaze. I'm not ashamed of it. I won't apologize for it. If that's what he expects, he's forgotten who the fuck he's dealing with. And perhaps that's precisely the problem. He's forgotten who he's dealing with. "And it's about goddamn time people realized it, Nicolas. This is my organization, my crown, my rules. If I want to burn it to the ground, that's my decision. Don't like it? Not my fucking problem."
He shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something, but whatever it is…I don't care anymore. I've heard everything I need to hear, seen everything I need to see.
Nicolas is my motherfucking rat. He's working for Rojas. And I have to kill the one man in this city I trusted like a brother. But not here, not now. I need one night to process this shit first because this one? This one fucking hurts.
Cristo. If this is what charity buys, Sullivan can keep it.
"I want this little fuckhole," I growl, pressing my thumb into Brynna's asshole as she writhes on my cock in bed two hours later, sobbing my name.
"Naz," she whimpers, rocking back against me, her cunt clamping down around my cock like a perfect vise.
I crane her head back, tugging hard. "I'm taking it, mi alma," I snarl against her throat, pumping my thumb in and out of that perfect hole. "Don't tell me no."
We both know she isn't going to deny me. She was on my cock as soon as we walked through the door, begging for it. And I'm a greedy motherfucker, desperate to stay lost in her. She's peace. The only part of my world that has any light left in it.
I'll purge my darkness in her. She can take it. She was fucking born to do it.
Her juicy pussy clenches around me again, wet enough that I don't even need lube to spread her little asshole open. But I use it anyway. I won't ever hurt her. Fuck that.
I squirt it down the crack of her ass, watching with satisfaction as she squirms all over my cock, moaning, groaning, my eager little slut. My fucking world.
"Keep fucking me, princesa. Work those hips and take my cock while I split you open for me," I order, slapping her ass. The way it bounces and jiggles…Cristo, what a sight. So I do it again.