Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Sonny’s younger brother looked like him in every way. Tall, handsome, the same sun-kissed skin like he’d spent all day on a yacht. The same wide green irises and surfer blond hair. Except Finn had a little more muscle, broader in the shoulders.
“Or don’t,” Sonny added with laughter in his voice. “I prefer this view.”
“Your nipple is showing,” Drake said.
“Oh, my God.” I stuffed my boob back into my low-cut shirt and shielded my face with my hand.
Marcello reached over and squeezed my boob playfully.
I swatted at his hand and laughed. “Jerk.”
“I can touch you now, can’t I?”
I turned in my chair. “Not if you start with the possessive bullshit like Luca.”
“I’m hungry,” he said, tipping his head at the burgers. “You gonna feed me?”
I pressed my lips together. “What happened to I can do everything by myself?”
“C’mon, princess.” He wet his full, sexy lips with his tongue. “I’m starved.”
“For attention,” I shot back as I lifted a slider from the plate.
As I bent over to put the burger between Marcello’s teeth, Sonny’s hand glided down my backside, all the way down my thigh.
“Sonny,” I groaned. “Control yourself.”
“Impossible with your ass in my face,” he quipped. “Consider yourself lucky I didn’t take a bite out of this sexy ass.”
“You did last year,” Callum Cormac chimed. “Fucking sicko.”
I glanced over at them. “What are you talking about?”
Drake’s eyebrows lifted. “You don’t remember what happened in the temple?”
“I’ve had two dreams recently, but I could only see Luca and Marcello.”
“We were all there,” Sonny assured me.
I sat in my chair and looked at Sonny. “What happened in that room?”
Sonny slid his hand up my thigh with an evil expression on his handsome face. “How about we show you?”
My heart was pounding so hard as I looked into his emerald irises that I couldn’t control my breathing. I felt like I would spontaneously combust surrounded by these hot men. It didn’t help Sonny was invading my personal space with his delicious scent, trailing his fingers up my leg like he’d done it hundreds of times.
I shoved his hand off my leg. “Luca was in the room with us. I’m mad at him, but I’m not doing anything without him here.”
“Such loyalty to a man who treats you like dirt,” Sonny mused.
“I don’t expect any of you to understand my relationship with Luca.”
I grabbed another burger and fed Marcello. He bit into the burger, and I ate the other half, staring into his adorable but sad blue irises as we chewed our food.
“Feed me next,” Sonny begged.
I laughed. “Not a chance in hell.”
“I got a thousand dollars on them fucking by the end of lunch,” Callum said as he dropped a stack of hundred dollar bills on the table.
“I got five on it,” Cole chimed. He removed his ATM card from his wallet and added it to the pile.
Sonny threw his Black Amex card on the table on top of Cole’s card. “I’ll take that bet.”
“Nah,” Drake said as he reached into his pocket. “I have a better bet. Ten thousand says she picks Marcello over Luca.”
“Cheap asshole,” Bastian growled with dissatisfaction. “Pony up a hundred grand if you want to make it a gentleman’s bet.”
“I’m not cheap,” Drake said in his defense, removing the checkbook from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Double it, and we got a deal.”
“Done,” Bastian said without hesitation.
“Count me in.” Damian glanced at his watch, then pulled out his wallet. “My money is on Luca.”
“Me too,” Bastian said with an apologetic look at Marcello.
“Fuck both of you,” Marcello shot back.
Bastian shrugged, while Damian gave him a seriously bone-chilling smirk that screamed, I eat the souls of children for breakfast.
I glanced over at them, still leaning on the arm of Marcello’s wheelchair. “Are you guys betting on who I marry? This is ridiculous.”
“We bet on everything,” Finn said. “We even bet on Marcello’s chances of getting you back to Devil’s Creek.”
“Who won that bet?”
Bastian and Damian raised their hands.
“I said you’d at least kick him in the balls before he got you on the plane,” Sonny said. “You disappointed me, Little Wellington.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was planning to use my Taser on him.”
“Yeah, but you had to use it for me to win,” Sonny pointed out.
“Whatever. I would have run if Marcello hadn’t lied and said my grandfather was in danger. And Pops corroborated his bullshit story.”
“Please,” Marcello groaned. “You wouldn’t have gotten far before I dragged your ass back here.”
“Wellington is one slick old man.” Sonny rubbed his hands together and smirked. “He knows how to get shit done.”
“You guys are morons with too much time on your hands,” I countered. “And for the record, I’m not fucking Marcello by the end of lunch.”
“How about after lunch?” Drake joked.
“I got ten on that,” Finn said between bites of his burger.