Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Holy crap.
I can clearly see the imprints of his hands on my hips from how tight he held me. But the marks feel different from the ones Giorgio left on me because Angelo didn’t hurt me.
Well, except for when he took my virginity. It hurt a hell of a lot, but I can’t blame him for that.
“Vittoria,” I hear him call.
“Coming.”
I quickly lower the shirt, and when I open the door, it’s to find Angelo right in front of it.
His eyes sweep over me before stopping on the marks he left on my throat, then the corner of his mouth lifts in a proud grin.
His features completely change from deadly to looking hot as hell, and I gawk at him.
Of course, the man doesn’t miss a thing, and as quick as the grin came, it vanishes. With a dark frown, he asks, “Why are you looking at me like I’ve grown two heads?”
I shake my head. “I’m not. You just look different when you smile.”
His eyebrows draw together. “Different?”
I’m not telling this man he looks freaking hot when he smiles.
I clear my throat, then explain, “More relatable.”
He stares at me for a moment, then takes my hand and drops two tablets in my palm. “It’s for the pain. Take them.” He gestures to the bottle of water next to the bed.
There’s a trickle of warmth in my heart because he cares enough to make sure I’m not in pain.
Walking to the bedside table, I twist the cap off and swallow the medication. As I set the bottle down again, I glance at Angelo only to find him watching me like a hawk.
Even though I know I won’t get much sleep, I climb back into bed.
It’s going to take some time getting used to sharing a bed with Angelo Rizzo.
He switches all the lights off before climbing in beside me, and just like earlier, he moves me onto my side and pulls my back against his chest.
He slips his hand beneath the fabric of the shirt, and once again, he rests his forearm between my breasts.
“Sleep, Vittoria,” he murmurs while his arm tightens, and I’m given a hug.
I feel more confused than ever about Angelo because I never thought he could be caring and gentle.
I take a deep breath, and closing my eyes, I try to ignore the seedling of hope spouting in my chest.
Maybe…just maybe, he’ll be a good husband.
After lying awake for most of the night, and only drifting off in the early morning hours, I startle awake.
Prying my eyes open, I glance around the foreign room, and it takes a moment to remember I’m in Angelo’s bedroom.
“God,” I groan as I turn onto my back. My body aches in places that shall not be named.
“Don’t give me that fucking excuse!” Angelo’s voice thunders from outside the bedroom door. “Find the bastard and bring him to me. I want every dime he stole from me.”
I shoot up into a sitting position, and fear trembles through me.
The door opens, and one hell of an angry Angelo stalks inside. His expression is dark and ruthless, his eyes filled with a world of danger.
Crap.
I’m too freaking scared to ask what’s wrong as my cautious gaze takes in the expensive suit he’s already dressed in. It looks like he’s been up for hours. I didn’t even notice when he got out of bed.
He stalks toward me and drops a black credit card on the white covers. With rage darkening his tone, he growls, “Don’t call me for permission every time you want to buy something. There’s no limit on the card.”
My head bobs up and down, and I swallow hard on the fear he makes me feel.
When his gaze locks with mine, he asks, “Where’s your cellphone?”
I quickly shake my head. “I don’t have one.”
A frown on his forehead makes him look scarier. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”
I shake my head again. “I haven’t had time to get a new one after my old one broke.”
I feel guilty for the lie.
Giorgio broke my cell phone in a fit of rage, and I don’t have money for a new one.
Angelo mutters something beneath his breath before saying, “Tiny will take you to get a phone. Send me the number the moment you have it.”
“Okay.” I swallow hard before whispering, “Thank you.”
Looking at the ruthless mafia boss, I can’t believe he’s the same man who took my virginity last night.
The seedling of hope I had wilts before turning to ashes in my heart.
I know it’s only a matter of time before I see the real monster. He’ll probably hurt me much worse than Giorgio used to.
Or maybe he won’t.
Angelo stares at me momentarily before he turns around and leaves the bedroom.
I let out a slow breath and only then realize how tense I am from the fear.