Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Well, now they knew for sure.
It drove me deeper and deeper.
I wanted no separation. For whatever reason, and I was still trying to figure it out, I just knew I was in this now.
I thought I’d somehow seduced her into getting rid of her fear, and now I knew the truth; she’d seduced me from the start.
Damn it.
I jerked her hips back against me until her walls squeezed me so tight I knew she was close. Emotions of panic ran rampant through my head, but pleasure took number one.
I massaged her breasts, desperate to feel them bare when she found her release, but I was too late; she slumped forward with a moan, two more strokes, and I was there and exhausted, both emotionally and physically.
I pulled out with a hiss and laid back on the bed. “Think that was ten minutes?”
She crawled over to me and rested her head on my chest. “Do you think it matters now?”
I grabbed her fingertips and kissed them. “Probably not.”
“At least I’m better than your ex-fiancé?”
“A frog would be better than my ex-fiancé.” I snorted.
She started to pull away.
“No, no, no.” I hauled her back. “I’m not comparing you to a frog, and yes, you’re way better, you always were.”
Another knock sounded. “Get dressed; it’s been at least twelve minutes. Head downstairs as soon as possible.”
I sighed. “I wonder if this is what death row feels like?”
She smacked me. “They won’t kill you now.”
“They could. They might. You don’t know those men downstairs, they’ve killed their own; nothing could keep them from killing me if they chose to, nothing.”
“Wrong.” She sat up and grinned. “Because now you have the long-lost sister of the Petrov-Sinacore line, so just give me the signal if I need to move to stand in front of you.”
I laughed. “And what’s your signal?”
“All you have to do is look at me, and I’ll know.”
I was in deep shit.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Once in the racket you’re always in it.” —Al Capone
Katya
As quick as possible, I put on a pair of baggy black sweats, flip-flops, a matching black sweatshirt and tied my hair back. I ran back into Santino’s room, he was ready too. Torn jeans and a black T-shirt with two guns tucked into said jeans.
“Why are you armed?”
He frowned up at me like I was clueless. “I’m always armed.”
“But this is family,” I pointed out. “Nobody’s going to die in the house tonight, I promise.”
His stare said it all: that he would.
“Yeah, don’t make promises you can’t keep. I just hope you know how to stitch up gunshot wounds.”
“Gunshot wounds?”
I went from being abandoned, losing more than everything, to this, and yet why did they feel safer?
“Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs slowly.
At the bottom, Phoenix waited, his short dark hair made his eyes look more menacing. He had a pistol in his right hand and a knife in his left.
Nobody was in the living room.
This wasn’t good.
I gripped Santino’s hand tighter. The ring on his left finger, with the Sinacore crest, was pressing itself into my skin, branding himself onto me.
“This way.” Phoenix had exactly zero expression on his face. It didn’t help he was in full Grim Reaper mode as if to mess with me with his black suit. He calmly walked down the hall and toward the basement. My eyes widened when he opened the door. “Go on in.”
“Are you coming?” I asked.
His grin was pure evil. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Great,” Santino muttered under his breath. “Just great.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I said out loud.
Phoenix’s dark chuckle behind me wasn’t comforting at all.
We walked down the stairs we had before to go to the training rooms and passed both, then came to one at the end of the hall, the door was metal. Phoenix moved in front of us and unlatched it, then held it open. “After you.”
We both stumbled into pure darkness and looked around.
All of the bosses were leaning against separate walls, with different weapons, a baseball bat for Nixon and a knife for Sergio. Chase was currently wrapping his knuckles with tape. Tex sat in a chair at the front of the room with a metal desk in front of him that looked like something people did surgery on.
Ropes hung from the ceiling. Dante grabbed one of them and started making knots with it. Phoenix stood behind us with his gun.
And in the middle of the room was Andrei. “As head of this Family, you have the unanimous vote of being able to marry my baby sister—”
I exhaled.
“But first, can you recite to me the rules of the Cosa Nostra?”
Santino still held my hand. “I’m expecting you want to hear that one of the main rules is blood is everything and that you never look at another man’s wife, but she’s your—” He shook his head. “I get what you’re wanting me to say.” Santino nodded and cleared his throat. “That I took something I was warned not to take, and I did it under your roof, under the guise of her protection, so I broke one of the main rules of the Cosa Nostra. For that, I apologize.”