Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Adriano’s breaths are harsh as he presses his forehead to mine, his hand gripping a fistful of my hair.
“Jesus,” I whisper while desperately gasping for air. “That was mind-blowing.” I inhale again. “Like.. Shit, you made me have a braingasm.”
He grins as he lets go of my hair and circles my throat with his hand, then he slowly begins to plunge into me, and we both groan.
I melt against him, the pleasure I’m feeling a lot like a damn good massage.
“Rest for a few minutes,” he says as he tucks my face into the crook of his neck.
“Why only a few minutes?”
“I plan on fucking you all night, mia piccola farfalla.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head. “Until my cum fills you and runs down between your legs. By the time I’m done, you will feel me inside you for the next week.” His arm tightens around me as his thrusts grow more intense. “And when you stop feeling me, you’ll tell me so I can remind your body who it belongs to.”
Adriano’s words are such a turn-on, I grab his jaw and crush my mouth to his, kissing the hell out of him as we begin to move in perfect sync.
Adriano
After spending days worshiping my wife, I have to return to work. There’s a lot of important shit that needs my attention.
Mom and Laurie have decided to rearrange the walk-in closet because Pierre is coming over tomorrow and they need to make space for whatever Laurie wants.
Approaching the building that used to house a corporate firm before Rosie got her hands on it, I head toward the massive steel door and scan my palm print and retina before it lifts, allowing me to enter.
After Rosie pitched her ideas to us, we each poured millions into the project, and she transformed this place into her own personal fortress. Honestly, her father was fucking good at hacking and IT, but Rosie is a genius. She learned at eleven years old how to fuck with the lights in the houses that had electronic systems, making them switch on and off like the damn place was possessed.
The entire ground level is wired to blow. One command, and the building collapses straight down, burying anyone inside beneath steel and rubble.
We always enter via the underground parking garage, which is rigged with surveillance, and seeing Christiano talking with Remo and Enzo up ahead, I glance at the other groups of men.
Augusto punches Georgi’s shoulder before hauling him into a brotherly hug, and it has me heading straight for them. “What did I miss?”
“Georgi is going to propose to Nina,” Augusto replies.
So that’s what the secretive look was that I saw at the barbecue.
The next instant I’m bombarded with well wishes from all the men who weren’t at the barbecue until Christiano throws me a bone and says, “Let’s get this meeting started.”
Suddenly a wall moves, and every head turns to watch as a state-of-the-art boardroom is revealed with Rosie standing near the head of the table.
“Christ, when did you have time to put this together, Rosie?” Uncle Renzo, Georgi’s father, asks before letting out a low whistle.
“You can all thank Christiano and Enzo for funding my little pet project.” She grins at us. “Come in, gentlemen. We have a lot to cover in a short amount of time.”
I take in the screens with info about the enemy covering the back wall. The sides of the room are bathed in black stone with gold ambient lighting.
All the old capos sit on the right while the current ones take the left of the table.
Raya, Remo, Enzo, and the other underbosses take seats along the walls.
Rosie smiles at Christiano as he sits down at the head of the table and hands him a golden gavel. “You’re up, boss. Make it quick, though.”
He gives her a playful scowl before looking at the small mallet. Our capo dei capi brings it down on the sound block, then says, “First of all. You did one hell of a job, Rosie.” His gaze touches on every one of us. “There’s been whispers for a while now that there are three families who are trying to gather enough support to go up against us.”
He sets the gavel down and leans back in the leather chair. “Rosie will bring you all up to date.”
“Right.” She clicks a button on her remote and photos begin to scroll across the main screen. “The Castellanos, Bellandis, and Mancinis have been seen meeting at least twice a week. After Adriano killed Anthony, the Rinaldis and Bianchis joined the show.” She glances at me. “I don’t think they like you very much.”
Several of the men chuckle.
“Anyway, Raffaele was able to get close enough with a long-range listening device when the families met at a warehouse that belongs to Orlando Mancini.”