Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I call the detective and let him know what we’ve found, and then we wait until they arrive and the evidence is bagged. Then, I go by Dominick’s and share my findings.
“You just saved our asses,” my brother says, pulling me into a bear hug. “Thank you, Matteo. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“Well, lucky for you, you’ll never have to. Eddy is combing through the cameras to see if he can get a read on the name of the cargo ship. If he does, we might be able to find out who hired him, potentially pointing us in that bitch’s direction.”
“You really think it’s a woman, huh?”
“I really think we can’t rule it out. But man, woman—it doesn’t fucking matter. Whoever it is, when I find them, I’m going to rip their heart out of their chest.”
Generally, we have a rule against harming women or children, but whoever this bitch is, she clearly wants to be treated like one of the guys. So, when I take her out—and I will—I’ll do it just as I would to any enemy with the balls to go against our family.
“Want to stay for dinner?” Dominick asks. “Peyton’s making my favorite fettucine. Dani can join once she gets off work.”
“I appreciate that, but I haven’t seen my woman in over eighteen hours, and the only thing I’m hungry for is her.”
Dominick chuckles, but doesn’t argue.
I consider going to Dani’s work to pick her up myself, but I haven’t showered, so instead, I text her to let her know I’m handling dinner. After ordering Greek—still her favorite—I jump in the shower to wash the day off me.
When I step out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of jeans sans shirt, I find Dani in our bedroom, putting something away in the nightstand. She’s bent over slightly, and with her sporting a tight little pencil skirt, I’ve got the perfect view of her plump ass.
She closes the drawer, and when she twirls around, seeing me standing in the doorway, her eyes go wide in shock, almost as if she’s been caught doing something wrong.
Her gaze shifts from me to the drawer, and I quirk a brow.
“Whatcha got in there?” I ask, walking over to where she’s standing.
“Nothing,” she squeaks out, stepping in front of the drawer to block it.
“We don’t lie to each other. Let’s try this again. What’s in the drawer?”
If she tells me it’s a surprise for me, I’ll let it go, but between the rise in her voice and the guilty-as-hell look displayed on her face, something tells me it’s not a gift.
She stares at me for several seconds and then sighs. “Fine.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
I’m momentarily distracted by the way her forearms push her cleavage up, showing off the swells of her tits. Tits that I’m dying to suck and fuck. It’s been a long day, and I haven’t burned off any steam, so the thought of fucking her until we’re both sweaty and spent has me—
“I bought condoms,” she says, bringing my thoughts to a halt.
“I’m sorry. I must’ve misunderstood you. Did you just say you bought condoms?”
She rolls her eyes and opens the drawer. She grabs the box and tosses them at me, and sure enough, she bought fucking condoms.
“I called to make an appointment with the gyno today, but they’re booked out five weeks. Since there’s no way my shot is still effective at this point, I figured it would be best if we played it safe and used condoms until I could get back on birth control. The good news is, I should be good to go for our wedding night.”
I look down at the condoms, noticing they read Glowing pleasure, and bark out a laugh. “You bought glow-in-the-dark condoms and expect me to take this seriously?”
I toss them back at her, and she catches them.
“What? No, I …” She reads the box and groans. “I was so embarrassed in the condom section, and the front box looked like it had been tampered with, so I grabbed the one behind it. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t the same box. But that doesn’t change anything.” She shrugs. “Unless you want to knock me up out of wedlock, we’re going to need to use these.”
She tosses them back at me, and I catch them, my eyes never leaving her as I picture her swollen with my baby. I’ve almost lost her twice now—once when Enrique took her and again when our mystery bitch had her snatched up—and just like not wanting to waste any time making her my wife, I feel the same way about us starting a family.
“Do you want to have a baby with me?”
Regardless of what I want, if she says no, that’s the end of it. I’ll always respect her wishes—the same way she respected mine when I told her I didn’t want to have kids before I fell in love with her and everything changed for me.