Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
The newer clients that I’ve obtained and am still acquiring are legit reputable companies. I’ve been letting go of others that could potentially be messy or cause problems. This is how I was supposed to clean things up, but now it’s clear that someone out there isn’t too happy about that.
The list isn't too long of who it could be. I have tasked some of my men to look into the clients that we have stopped doing business with. I'm sure I'm high on their shit list. It's not easy to haul in containers of stolen goods and other things without them getting busted by a government organization.
We've provided protection, but somewhere they crossed lines and tried to slip things in under our radar because I put restrictions on things. We have never tolerated human trafficking, but I am slowly dwindling down on other items and products as well. The drugs can be tricky because if I don't manage them, someone else will try to.
My mood had been shit when I went to go in search of my wife. I heard her laughter the second I stepped out of my office, following it down the hallway and into the kitchen where she and our chef were talking, along with one of my men.
It has made my shitty mood fade. Tova is back to her old self. There are no more tears, defiance, or anger toward me. Watching and listening to her had been one of my favorite pastimes before she was aware I was doing it. Before she knew she’d be my wife.
“Turner is really nice.” Tova takes a bite of her grilled cheese. I’m not sure most would agree with her. Turner is good at getting information from people. That's why he is here in the first place. I’d gone over everything with him. Then when I was done, I asked him to say hello to my wife.
I trust Turner, and he’s happily married. Tova wanted my men to talk to her, so I arranged it. I’ll test a few more. Then I need to see about finding friends for her. I’m still not a giant fan of Marks. I’ve come to the conclusion that I could replace her by finding Tova a better friend. If it’s girlfriends she wants, then that’s what she’ll get. My wife will soon find out that I’ll do anything to make her happy. Well, anything within reason.
“If you say so.” I reach over, wiping the corner of her mouth with my thumb.
“Is he some super bad guy who tortures people to spill all of their secrets?” she says, laughing but quickly recognizes the look on my face. “Well, he was nice to me. I’m sure he had his reasons to not be nice to those other people.” She takes another bite of her sandwich.
“What am I going to do with you, little mouse?” I shake my head at her.
“I’ve got plenty of suggestions.” Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. Fuck. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m enjoying watching my wife.” That earns me a smile. “And I plan to eat you later.” Tova flushes a pretty pink.
“So we’re going to, you know—” Tova wiggles her eyebrows.
“We’re going to what?” I play coy, wanting to hear her say it.
“Warren—”
“Little mouse.” Tova giggles. Her sweet, soft disposition is disarming, but Tova has always been that way for me from the very start.
“Consummate our marriage.”
“I plan to have my way with my wife after dinner.” I nod down toward her plate for her to eat more.
"Can I tell you something?" Tova takes another bite of her food.
"I'd like it if you told me everything." I could listen to her speak as a calming sound alone.
"Be careful what you wish for." She wiggles a finger at me. "But, ah—" Tova tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I had a few drinks at our wedding because I was nervous about our wedding night. You know?"
"You were rather vocal about showing me your pussy."
"So crude," Tova says playfully.
"My apologies. Your pretty pussy." She snorts a laugh. "You have nothing to be nervous about. We can take things slow." It might kill me, but I'd rather do that than hurt her.
"I'm a virgin, so I can't help it." She picks up her glass to take a sip.
"I'm a virgin too, so—" Tova spits her water out, spraying it across the table.
"Are you okay?" I stand and go over to her.
"Don't joke like that when I'm taking a drink." She holds her hand to her chest. "When did you get all jokey?"
"I wasn't joking."
Tova stares up at me, blinking. "How?"
"I told you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to other women. That day in the garden I told you it was new territory to me when I kissed you," I remind her.