Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“And she’d rather fly commercial than private?” He chuckles. “Damn, bro. I need to find someone like that. The woman I took out a few weeks ago wanted dinner before she let me take her back to her place to fuck her.” He shakes his head, actually looking put out over the fact that a woman wanted to be treated like a lady.
“And she bitched when I took her to Pasquale’s,” he adds, referring to his favorite hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant in South Harbor Point. “Insisted we leave and I take her to the country club instead. She wouldn’t know what a good meal looked like if it smacked her in the head.”
“Did you take her to the country club?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Our entire family belongs to North Harbor Point Country Club. It’s where all the wealthy who’s who of Harbor Point socialize, including many politicians and public officials. Usually, I’m the one who frequents the club since I manage the business side of things while Matteo handles the underground shit.
“Of course I did.” He grins wolfishly. “Then, I fucked her in their fancy-ass restroom after dinner.”
“You’re such a dog. At this rate, you’re going to run out of women in Harbor Point soon.”
Matteo just shrugs. “Maybe I’ll go to wherever you went to meet this woman. Which was where exactly?” He tilts his head, curious.
“She was the flight attendant on my flight to Coral Bay.”
“Ah, did you become a member of the Mile High Club?”
“I’m not a pubescent boy,” I drawl.
Matteo cracks up. “Okay, Mr. Grown-Up. So, where did you maturely fuck her?”
“I didn’t. It wasn’t like that. Besides, have you seen the restrooms on a commercial flight?” I cringe, remembering how small it was. “It could barely fit me, let alone a woman too.”
Matteo laughs. “Challenge accepted.”
“You know, every woman you treat like shit is someone’s daughter or sister,” I point out.
“Who’s treating anyone like shit?” he scoffs. “The women who come to me know exactly what they’re getting—a good fucking that ends with multiple orgasms. If they wanted a gentleman, they’d go to you instead. Speaking of which … this mystery flight attendant—what are you doing with her? Because unless something’s changed—”
“I’m not marrying her,” I snap, referring to Daniella Russo. “But, to answer your question, nothing is going on with the flight attendant. The pilot—who is married, I might add—was harassing her, so I helped her out. Threatened his livelihood if he went anywhere near her again. I just figured since I need to go back to Coral Bay, I might as well make sure he’s staying the hell away from her.”
“Do you need any help?” Matteo asks, sitting up straight.
My brother might be a playboy who fucks around, but he would never stand for a woman being harmed in any way.
“Nah,” I tell him. “Guy would be crazy not to heed my warning. I’ll fly to Coral Bay, make sure she’s not being hassled, and my good deed for the year will be done.”
The motherfucker did not heed my warning.
How do I know that? Because I’m currently standing in the airport, watching him harass Peyton—like his life wasn’t threatened—right in front of everyone.
While he speaks to her, his brow furrowed in annoyance, she attempts to ignore him as she goes about doing her job.
“Let me guess,” Matteo says when he answers the phone on the first ring, “you need my help.”
“His name is Dale Stuart, resides in Coral Bay, Florida, and I want to make sure he can never fly a plane again.”
“Dominick,” Peyton says in surprise when she arrives at my seat. She glances back nervously—no doubt to see if Dale is in the vicinity—and then plasters a smile on her face. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Another business trip,” I say nonchalantly. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” she says softly. “Can I get you something to drink? An old-fashioned?”
“That would be great.”
She disappears to make my drink, and a few minutes later, she returns with it in hand. “One old-fashioned,” she says, setting it on the tray next to me. “Please let me know if I can get you anything else.”
“Actually,” I say, placing my hand over hers to stop her from leaving, “I’ve been meaning to ask, did that pilot leave you alone after our conversation?”
Peyton’s eyes bounce all over the plane before she nods. “Yeah. Everything is great,” she lies straight through her teeth.
“Good. I’m glad I could help.”
She forces a smile and then moves on to the next person while I text my brother, asking him to bump Dale to the top of his to-do list.
Matteo: Already done, bro.
I spend the flight going over contracts and working on the plan Matteo and I have in motion to separate Antonov business dealings from the Russos and Rothschilds. Then, when our dad dies and we refuse to follow through with the arranged marriages, Giuseppe and Joseph won’t have anything to threaten us with.