Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
He leaned down and kissed me. “That’s a good girl.” I sat up, and he placed the tray on my legs.
“You’re not eating?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “I had to get up early for fucking church. So, Elaina already had all of our food made when we got up. I already ate.” He flicked my nose with the tip of his index finger. “Eat up, baby.”
I sighed and lifted the fork. I knew I wasn’t hungry, but I was trying. Ink was doing his best to take care of me, so in turn, I was trying to do my best to just do simple things—like eating when he asked me to. I knew I was underweight, but it never bothered me.
He played a game on his phone as he waited for me to finish eating, an occasional curse slipping from his mouth as he died and had to wait on another player to revive him.
After I finished eating the pancakes—it was only two small ones—I reluctantly grabbed the bottle of water and uncapped it, forcing myself to drink it down. After, I grabbed the coffee and took a sip, a sigh of relief filling my body at the unhealthy, sweet, hazelnut taste.
“Heaven,” I hummed.
And then I managed to down the entire cup. Without a word, Ink took the tray from my lap and set it back on my nightstand. Then, he yanked me flat to the bed. I squeaked his name in shock, but then he was right between my legs, holding true to his promise.
Ink might get on my nerves, but damn if he wasn’t a man of his word.
Elaina was trying to feed Antonio a snack when I finally emerged from my room later that morning, freshly showered and dressed. Ink was dealing with club shit with my brother and Whiler, so I knew I wouldn’t see him for a few hours at the least.
Elaina huffed when he refused to eat the applesauce she was trying to feed him. “Everything okay?” I asked her.
She shook her head, looking lost and worn out. “He hasn’t been feeling good. I don’t know what to do,” she said as she shrugged helplessly. “I can’t get him to drink anything, and he won’t eat.” Tears burned in her eyes. “I can’t stand it when he doesn’t feel good. I feel useless.”
Alejandro stepped up beside her and lifted Antonio from his highchair. He leaned down and brushed his lips to her hairline. “Go get some rest, Elaina,” he gently ordered. “Let me take care of him.”
She frowned. “Are you sure? I know there’s a lot going on—"
“Elaina,” he warned, his tone hardening the tiniest bit, “go get rest.”
She sighed and stood up. He wrapped his arm around her for a moment. “He’s going to be alright,” he assured her. And with the intense way he was looking down at her, I almost felt like I was intruding on a tender moment between the two that I shouldn’t have been witnessing.
Once Elaina disappeared down the hall, I arched an eyebrow at the Mexican Cartel leader standing in front of me, gently bouncing Antonio in his arms. “Does my brother know you’re that sweet with her?”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “Would you like to call him and find out?” he retorted. I glared at him. God, he could be a real dick sometimes. “Your brother and I have an agreement, Jessie. He lets me take care of her however I see fit, but I don’t sleep with her, if that’s what you’re implying.” He shrugged. “I might cuddle with her when she misses Joey or when she’s extremely overwhelmed, but at the end of every day, she is Joey’s woman—not mine; I respect that. I’m just here to give her support and to take care of my son.”
I smirked at him as I strode behind the bar to begin doing clean-up. “Never knew you had such a soft spot, Alejandro.”
He snorted. “She’s the mother of my child, and I spent three million on her,” he reminded me. I only arched an eyebrow at him. Like him, I observed a lot, and he knew that. He grunted. “Go fuck off, Jessie.”
I barked out a laugh as he sauntered off. He hated dealing with me because I didn’t take his stupid bullshit and his shitty lies.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket. I sighed and pulled it out, knowing it was going to be something from Ink.
Water. –Ink
Shaking my head, I grumbled under my breath, ignoring his text. I wasn’t thirsty. I saw no need to drink water—much less anything—if I wasn’t thirsty at the moment.
Continue ignoring my texts, baby, and I promise I’ll spank that pretty ass red when I get back home. –Ink.
I clenched my jaw and quickly typed out an angry message to him. Here we went with his controlling shit yet again. It was beginning to already drive me up the fucking wall.