Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Dating wasn’t really my thing. I never fucked and stayed. Hell, I never even comforted anyone until Amara. I didn’t know what compassion, love, or softness was. Death, rage, and fury were all I knew. She lit a spark in my cold heart, stirring flames not stirred since my mother had died.
“See, I can do shit without a gun.” I smirk, reaching for my glass of water. We’re eating at a simple diner in town. The place reminds me of one of those towns you would see in movies. Definitely a far cry from the normal high-end restaurants I go to.
This isn’t my kind of scene, yet we seem to fit in here just right. Hell, being normal isn’t my kind of thing at all. It feels strange, but at the same time, welcoming.
“Lies…” She hisses out, taking the straw of her drink in between her teeth. “I bet you have your gun tucked right in the back of your pants. I bet you keep looking around the room to see who the first person will be to get shot if shit goes wrong, and I bet, more than anything, being this domesticated is fucking with your head.”
Do I really have it written all over my face, or does she simply know me that well?
“Dear Amara,” I growl, reaching across the table to grip her chin, “you know far more than anyone.”
Letting the straw slip from her mouth, she bites her bottom lip, which in turn causes my cock to swell. She makes me want to fuck her a hundred different ways, and right now on this table, in front of all these people is one of those ways.
“Your double bacon cheeseburger…” the waitress says, pulling me out of my little fantasy. “And an omelet for you...” I catch a slight annoyance to her tone as she slides Amara’s plate in front of her. Anger simmers deep within me. What is this bitch’s problem, and why did she feel the need to all but shove my food at me?
“Excuse me, but is there a problem?” I growl, pushing the plate forward. I catch Amara’s eyes as apprehension shows in them. She doesn’t want a blowout, and neither do I, but no one gets away with treating my girl or me like shit.
“Problem…” She says the words like she is pondering if there is a problem or not? She has five fucking seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on.
“Yeah, you know like, an issue. There isn’t a damn reason to shove shit at me. There is most definitely no reason to take that tone with my woman, and if you care about your job in the least bit, you’ll take the high fucking road.”
“Enzo…” Amara says in a hushed tone.
“No. It’s not okay to be disrespectful.”
“Honey, you need to get your dog on a fucking leash.” The waitress, whose name I didn’t get, walks away.
“Bitch…” I’m this close to reaching for my fucking gun and placing a bullet in her head. Guess Pleasant-Fucking-Ville’s crime rate will go up to one with me around.
“You need to relax, Enzo. This is the real world. There are no mafia people here. She is a waitress in a shitty diner, having a bad day. You have to learn to adjust to this being normal shit. You can’t just go around ordering people around and pulling your gun out.” Amara all but scolds me.
“I didn’t pull my gun out,” I shrug, “I thought about it, though.”
Arching an eyebrow, she quips, “Really, so when I watched your hand slip to your back, it wasn’t just to grab your wallet so you could leave a nice tip?” Is she mocking me? “Looked like you were doing more than thinking.”
“I will have you know, I can fucking get my gun out whenever I want.”
Snorting, she glares. “You act like I’m taking a piece of your manhood or something?”
“It’s my gun, and if I want to put a bullet in her head, I will.” I take another bite of my food, and then a drink of water, waiting for her to eat her own food.
Shaking her head, she turns her attention to something out the window. “And to think I actually thought maybe you were changing. Thinking maybe you had left behind the murderous person I met months ago.”
Desperately, I want to tell her I have—but the truth is I haven’t. I’ve covered him up. I’ve pushed a part of me to the bottom… but there is no changing. It’s always going to be there.
“If you thought that part of me was gone, you’re naïve. I was born into this life, Amara. I will never allow that part of me to go away. It’s been ingrained into me since the start of life. If I had a choice, believe me when I say I would’ve made one.”