Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Killing men who betray me makes me hard. I watch the life drain from their eyes and all I can think about is ramming inside a woman to see her eyes light with yearning. When I watch blood drip from a sleek blade, it makes me want to fuck a tight little cunt fast and deep. My lifestyle has opened my mind, given my body ways of reacting to what I do, and I find my release in sex. The stress of our jobs, of who we are, takes its toll and I’ve given in to the desire my body craves too many times to count.
My job comes with many obstacles. I run a business that doesn’t allow for distractions. Many may see it differently, but being part of Cosa Nostra is something I’ve been born into. My family, originally from Sicily, on the southern tip of Italy, moved here to work alongside our American counterparts to take down the underground gangs trying to infiltrate the organization.
My father built a name for himself here, and since he was killed, I’ve taken over and I will not see the Moretti name go down. Even though there’s nothing good about us, I can’t see our family being dragged through the gutters.
When they told me to take over from my father, Franco Moretti Snr., I recalled the times I’d asked them to let me go. I wanted out when Dad died, but as the next in line, if I wanted to be released from my servitude, I’d have to be dead. Taking over what he started wasn’t something I saw myself doing. Money laundering, loan sharking, drug trafficking.
Once I’ve secured the two new suppliers here, I’ll make my way home, back to Italy. If I can lay low in Reggio Calabria for a few months after I’ve killed Cristiano, I’ll be able to stay away from the shit storm it’s going to bring about.
My first concern is my brothers. Gio and Matteo don’t deserve this life. They should be out enjoying their youth, not carrying the latest Glock and slicing men to pieces because they didn’t pay the protection fees. They shouldn’t be worried about the new drug shipment coming in from Colombia.
“Franco.” My brother’s voice drags me from my morbid thoughts and I meet his dark glare. “I’ve spoken to the supplier, and they’ve confirmed the truck is arriving in the next day. Apparently, it’s the coke those Brazilian fuckers promised. It’s only two weeks late,” he snorts in annoyance.
“Gio, I don’t want you down there. I told you to send two men. I can’t deal with you sitting in the warehouse with those two-faced pieces of shit. If they—”
“Relax, brother. I’m not going. I’ve decided to join you at The Gin Bar tonight. This girl has your head in a blender, and I’m intrigued to see how you handle her. Perhaps she has a friend.” He chuckles. Pulling his cigarettes from his pocket, he regards me with a smirk when I glare at the damn cancer sticks he’s holding. “Calmati, I’m going. Later, brother.”
As soon as he leaves, I’m left sweating from the treadmill with my mind flitting back to Raina and what will happen tonight. I’d like to ruin her, only to polish her up again to ruin her repeatedly for my pleasure and hers. She’ll find more pleasure with me than any other man she’s ever been with.
With those blue eyes that remind me of a polished Moonstone, I want to see them tear up and glisten as she watches all the filthy things I am going to do to her.
La mia luna.
Shaking my head, I grab my hand towel and make my way back up to my bedroom. Our home is too big for three people, but with those two bringing home different women every night, I think it’s safer that they’re on the other end of the house.
My wing, on the west side of the mansion, encompasses my suite, bedroom and bathroom—as well as a living room and my personal movie theater. I enjoy my privacy and my brothers know that.
Stepping into my en suite, I turn on the shower and shove off my shorts and tug my T-shirt over my head, which is now laden with sweat. I pushed myself further today, hoping to clear my mind, but instead, I’ve formulated a plan. After tonight, she’ll be mine.
I’ll hire her. Giving her a job will allow her an insight to the type of man I can be. If she’s scared off in the first week, I’ll know I must move on. However, if the little temptress is still here after a week, I’ll claim her. And that cunt of a brother who seems to think he owns her will have to live with it. Because if he tries to stop me, I’ll provide him with a watery grave.