Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“He wants access to my money, my holdings, my part of the pie. The way for him to get that would be to marry me off to his daughter. You. Then if he knocked me off, he’d have you back in his control, and through you, my entire estate.”
She swallows hard. “So all your stuff would be my stuff?”
I smirk. “Getting ideas, angel?”
She looks away quickly. “No, I just … I didn’t really think about that.” She meets my gaze again. “What makes him think I’d let him have a penny of my money? This is bullshit. I’m the one who had to marry a stranger. I earned your estate, not him.”
A laugh barrels from me. “That’s what concerns you?”
“Yes!” She throws her hands up, then quickly grabs her dress again before it falls and reveals her breasts. “He just thinks he can kill you and steamroll over me? No way.” She shrugs. “I mean, he can kill you, I guess. But I’m not letting him touch my new mafia empire.”
“Cutthroat.” I grab her chin lightly. “I rather like that in a woman.”
She tries to pull back, but I hold her in place. “You want me to smack you again?” She wets her lips.
“If that’s what turns you on.”
Her mouth opens in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Does hitting me make you wet?” I lean closer to her, our breaths mingling. “Because you can hit me all you want, angel. I’m still going to be inside you once I get you home.”
“No you are not!” She pushes against my chest.
I kiss her, claiming her roughly as she beats on my shoulders. Pressing my tongue against the seam of her mouth, I will her to open for me. She doesn’t, her body still trying to refuse me. Sliding a hand up her thigh, I skirt the lace panties underneath her dress.
She jolts, and when I slide my hand higher, I cup her breast where her dress has fallen down. That makes her open her mouth, and I slide my tongue in, caressing hers as I thumb her hard nipple.
A moan lofts from her, and I swallow it down, then take another. Her body relaxes, molding to mine as I kiss her deeply. Her fiery mouth is just what I need to temper the ire burning through me.
“Boss, we’re here,” Gilly calls.
I look up and see we’re at the front of my home, a large crew of my men lined up with assault rifles hung over their shoulders.
Angelica takes a deep breath, then snatches her dress back into place.
Opening the car door, I pull her into my arms and use part of her voluminous skirt to drape along her top, hiding every bit of her soft skin. She’s for my eyes only. And soon enough, I’ll know every inch of her by heart.
6
ANGELICA
I thought I hated my father before, but the burning in my chest now is something else altogether. It goes way beyond anger. He wanted to kill me? Those men tried to come into the limo with their guns drawn.
I have no idea if they were going to use them on me or only make a grab for me. If he thinks for a second I would hand over what would be mine in the event of my husband's death, he’s lost his damn mind. If anything, I’d take everything I could get my hands on and run—after I got my sister. I would never squander the opportunity for us to be free of my father.
“Is the home to your liking?” Antonio asks as we enter the front door. A few of the men that lingered outside follow us in.
“It will do.” I smirk, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of what I really think.
The house is actually breathtaking. I’m not sure what I thought Antonio’s home would be like, but this place reminds me of a castle. It whispers wealth but manages to maintain a warmth to it. It’s nothing like the home I grew up in, which screamed money and smacked you in the face with its gaudiness. Everything was covered in gold and pricey pieces of art, ones I knew my father didn’t even know the names of and probably cost fortune after fortune. The pieces coat the walls of anywhere he thought people might go inside the home.
“That’s probably a good thing. I don’t need you adding to your reasons to kill me.” He winks at me. Why is he being playful with me? The palm of my hand still stings from smacking him. And there’s also the fact that my father just tried to end his life. I don’t understand this man, but I’m finding a small, mind you a very small, I mean the tiniest part of me, wants to.
“I think I’ll keep you for now. You are rather good protection.” I try to make my tone sound offhanded.