Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I breathe a sigh of relief. She cups the sides of my face and kisses me deeply. I love this girl so fucking much.
She definitely has me feenin’.
Dez
“Fucking whore,” I roar as I slam the laptop on my desk shut and swipe my arms across the desk surface, knocking everything to the floor.
My chest is heaving as I stand staring at the mess. She fucking lied to me. She’s been fucking that motherfucker for two weeks now. I had those cameras snuck into her cousin’s place over three years ago when I learned she wasn’t staying in her dorm.
My little virgin has become a whore for that white boy. He’s been in my pussy every chance he gets. He’s stretching that shit out and she’s allowing it.
I don’t want a whore in my bed as my wife. The women I’ve been bedding here in Cuba are the only whores I want to fuck. Maribel was supposed to come to me pure.
I pull my phone from my pocket. I’m not going to allow this to continue without any repercussions. She has caused everything that’s about to happen.
“Have the jet fueled. I’m heading to New Jersey,” I say into the phone.
I will start with the one who failed me first. It’s time I leave Cuba. My vacation is over.
CHAPTER 33
You’re a Madman
Dez
Two weeks later …
“No, please. No more. Make it stop.”
“Silence,” I demand as I grin down at my victim.
“Please, I don’t deserve this.”
“You deserve this and so much more for what you have cost me. Making promises you can’t keep is a character flaw,” I croon.
I’m growing tired of this. I’ve been here for hours now after murdering his staff and security. Reaching into my suit jacket, I pull out the silencer and screw it on the end of my gun as he begins to sob harder.
“Wh … why are you doing this?” he sobs.
I grin down at him. “You want to know why? I will tell you why.
“Four years ago, I had been in a rush to rise to power. My older brother was in the way, so I removed him. He was going to destroy our family.
“I knew from the moment he began to talk about joining that fucking Alliance that he had no backbone and he would ruin everything. So I killed him.”
This prick begins to whimper at my confession. I ignore his cowardly response and continue with my explanation.
“I was to be his second-in-command. The throwaway son. The just in case. Well, I made just in case happen.
“The problem is, I didn’t know my grandfather would place all these stipulations on my rise to the position my brother was just going to be handed. If you ask me, he’s only doing this because he believes in what those fucks are trying to do.
“I won’t allow it. Not in my family. That’s why I wanted to complete this union back when the Alliance started to gain traction.”
I pause to think of all they have done and how at one point I thought they would be successful. Oh, how things can change in the blink of an eye. Just like our arrangement has.
Seething, I continue with my words to this asshole. “However, Amina was bought some time. The plans LaSalle Locatelli and Logan O’Brien have been making have hit a few walls and from what my connections have shared, this is only the beginning. Not everyone is on board the way they thought they would be.
“It will take them years to get the support needed for their plan. Years I plan to take advantage of. Not rushing things has earned me more trust from my grandfather as I play his little lamb.
“He has no idea of the wolf I’ve been hiding right in front of his face. I gave my little dove the time she needed to mature into the Princesa I need her to be. Maribel is a beautiful young woman.
“She’s feisty too. I like that about her. Sure, I could have declined the arranged marriage that was made while I was a mere boy. However, you have reaped your reward, so why shouldn’t you deliver my bride?” I snarl.
I look at this sniveling piece of shit before me as he’s tied to his bed, whimpering for his life. His blood stains the sheets from the torture I’ve already put him through. Not because I need information out of him, but because I’m pissed.
“You act as if I haven’t spent a fortune on the engagement party for you two instead of throwing her a graduation party. She will be home soon. You will have your bride. I still don’t get why you’re doing this,” he cries.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? You could have prevented this had you delivered my sweet girl to me before she spread her fucking legs for some country-ass white boy. Now she’s nothing more than a whore.