Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I run my hand across the beautiful script. Happy Birthday, Viper.
Gasping, the words inside change my mood completely and alters my day, setting plans in motion.
Everything changes.
Chapter Three
Matteo
“My little viper, what are you doing now?” I growl, adjusting my cock as I watch the monitors from my bedroom computer. I tracked her signal until she showed up on the cameras.
Fuck. She’s in a sexy little number as she sneaks across my property. It’s cute that she believes I can’t see her. It’s her eighteenth birthday, and the mischievous brat must be up to something.
Ever since that time at the warehouse I’ve kept better track of her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t give me a run for my money. She was always getting pissed at me when I caught her sneaking out of school.
School in itself was a problem. I wish her little ass was homeschooled, but then that would have never flown with her because she wouldn’t have liked being caged in and rebelled there too. The amount of shitheads I had a talking to or put in the hospital decreased over the years, but there was always a tough or new guy who saw me or Vivian as a challenge he had to conquer. The motherfucker would fuck around and find out.
Twice I had to clean up after her mess because she shanked them and let’s just say weapons aren’t allowed on school property. Still, the assholes deserved it because no one puts their hands on her, but I got them to shut their fucking mouths. The day she graduated, I was grateful to get her away from all the young fuckers, and even watched from a security camera nearby.
The woman doesn’t know how much of her life I’ve been a part of and for the time being I have no intention of telling her or I might end up the one shanked. She’s crazy like that, and I’m a sucker for her brand of nuts.
I fix my all-black suit, tucking my gun in its holster, ready for trouble at any time of day even though I have plenty of security.
Since I woke up, there has been this nagging sense of tension, and I’m not quite sure it’s just getting Vivian in my arms. Maybe it’s my new position, but a new paranoia is sinking in that wasn’t there previously.
Stealing one more look at my woman’s movements, I’m caught off guard and intrigued. Then again, that’s nothing new when it comes to her.
“What are you playing at?” I whisper, staring at the feed. With a last-minute look at my appearance, I adjust my collar and then leave my bedroom. Quickly and quietly I head down to my office where she just disappeared into. My guards are patrolling the house, but if they see her, they won’t say a word because she’s my best enforcer’s daughter.
Hell, he was my father’s best enforcer, and even though he’s the oldest man working for us, he kills better than all the other men I have. My father and Enrico taught me everything I know about enforcing our will. Now, I’m about to teach his little girl a lesson. Quietly, I use the secret entrance so she doesn’t know I’m there, but then I’m stunned.
I walked into a sight that sends me over the edge. Never once have I been out of control, but this has done it. Everything I do is calculated, methodical, planned because it’s vital to the organization and my family.
Vivian knows just how to push me to react, and boy, do I ever. Santos, my second-in-command, has one hand around her throat and his other hand on her fucking pussy, leaning her over my desk.
“I don’t give a fuck whose daughter you are. You need to be fucked and taught a lesson. You don’t play with the big boys.” Hearing the words out of his mouth, knowing those words I have said in my head a million times when it comes to her, only adds to my ire. She’s mine, and he has touched her.
For all of Vivian’s toughness, she can’t fight his strength. Tears rim her eyes, and I can see the actual fear in them. I read the situation wrong, which only doubles my rage. They weren’t meeting for a tryst. He was attacking my future wife.
He isn’t a little guy, and now she’s put herself in a situation where without my help, she’s screwed. Son of a bitch. Nothing but his death will be suitable.
“Do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?” I say, sending two sets of eyes my way, only one pair I give a fuck about. Eyes that I never want to see like that again. It’s the fucking first time in my life that I understand the depth of my obsession. He jumps back, releasing his filthy hands from her fragile neck and hot pussy.