Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“And what if I told you, I won’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it’s for.”
“Then I’ll walk away, and neither of us will get what we want.” I held my breath waiting for a response and hoping that he didn’t call my bluff.
“Fine. Leave me your bank information, and you should have a deposit in your account tomorrow.”
I barely managed to stop myself from letting out a sigh of relief.
But Nick apparently wasn’t finished. “One more thing. Once the money in in your account, our deal starts, and if you back out if it, I’m going to make you wish you were never born.”
His words were laced with so much venom I believed him. I had made a deal with the devil, and I had a feeling that there was no way I would walk away from this arrangement without getting scorched.
Chapter Five
Nick
I should have left well enough alone. I could have let things play out and allowed my attorney to handle any legal affairs between us. But she was a fire in my blood that simply could not be put out. She was my obsession, and there was only one way I could get over her. Use her. Use her until I could move on with my life and never think about her again.
Fuck.
The way her mouth felt on my dick made me want her even more. I needed it again, craved it. Was something wrong with me to desire a woman to the point of madness? One I hated. One who had caused so much heartache and destruction in my life. There had to be, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it except let this little game play out. Soon enough, I’d have her where I wanted her.
The thing is, I had every intention of leaving her alone despite my threats. Admittedly, when I’d threatened to ruin her the night of the funeral, I was on edge, angry and hurt. My grief and sense of injustice had guided me to confront her that night and make those threats. And maybe for a few weeks afterward I’d festered in that hate and resentment, plotting on ways to make her pay, make her suffer for what she’d done. For tearing our family apart. For taking a son away from his mother. For coming between two brothers. For destroying lives.
I had ignored the earliest signs of her duplicity, and for that I only had myself to blame. My mother had reservations about Frankie, and though she never came right out and said it, I knew my mother. The subtle digs she made about Frankie’s appearance, from her hair to her clothes, or even the way she laughed, seemed to bug my mother. I ignored it because my mother had the tendency to be overly critical. There was one observation she’d made I wish I’d heeded. Maybe then I could have saved myself a lot of heartache. But most importantly, I could have saved my brother.
They were whispering with each other again. I didn’t know whether to be pleased that my brother and girlfriend were getting along so well, or jealous that my brother and girlfriend were getting on so well. I mean, most people would be thrilled that their significant other got along so well with their family, but lately those two seemed to be doing that a lot.
As had become custom, my mom had Sunday dinner, and since Frankie and I had started dating, I brought her along. At first I was pleased at how she and Kenny got along, but it seemed that the two of them were constantly going off to the corner to chat in private. It was irritating. I never considered myself the jealous type, but the way Frankie hovered over my brother seemed a bit much.
I’d told myself that it was because she was a genuinely caring person, and Kenny of course wouldn’t cross the line being my brother. And maybe God would strike me down for having unkind thoughts about my brother, but he was wheelchair-bound and had a medical condition that some people wouldn’t be able to look past. Okay, yeah that’s pretty shitty thought process, but I’ve never worried about him as a rival for a woman’s affection.
Again, I told myself that Frankie was being nice.
As I enjoyed my after-dinner drink, I watched the two of them on the other side of the room with their heads close to each other, their voices lowered. I don’t know why seeing them like that irritated me so much. Maybe because Frankie had been hinting at Kenny not being happy being taken care of by our mother. Or maybe because I was actually jealous of my little brother. But that couldn’t be it, I was sure. What man wanted to see his woman getting cozy with another man regardless of his relation to him?