Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
One hand on my left ass cheek, he slips inside of me. My head lolls back, my hair tickling my shoulder blades. He feels so good inside of me.
“Luna, your body is so fucking beautiful,” he mutters and begins to thrust into me hard.
His compliment turning me on even more, I can’t help the loud moan that slips from my lips. He’s fucking me so hard the chair moves across the floor. I want to tell him to ease up, but he’s hitting something just right at the same time. I curl my toes inside of my heels and bite at the leather of his chair. His hand slides around my hips and up over my breast, pinching my nipple. Like a blast of lightning, I fall into a pit of satisfaction. Squeezing my eyes closed, I see stars as I nearly hyperventilate coming through the orgasm. He growls, digging his hand into my skin as he comes, his nose in the back of my hair.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Flower?”
Breathing heavily, I don’t answer, because I don’t know what he’s feeling. I don’t even know what I’m feeling because I’m just starting to defrost and become human again.
His phone rings and I look at it laying on the floor. It must have slipped out of his pocket. He steps back, pulling up his briefs and grabbing the phone.
“Hello?” he answers out of breath. “Really?” His face scowls, his eyes locking with mine.
A tickle down my thigh snaps me back to the fact his cum is sliding down my leg. Stepping off his chair, I hurry to the bathroom to clean up.
Romeo
Hanging up the phone, I drop it onto my chair and zip up my pants. Seems Luna’s foster parents moved to Texas after they sold her and they haven’t had a paper trail since. They’re probably dead. People like that who come into a large amount of money usually spend it on drugs.
Looks like it’s just the trafficking ring, and then my father then.
With Luna in the other room, I take the opportunity to call my father.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Yes,” he answers gruffly.
“I want to meet that guy with the women,” I tell him.
“Why?”
“I shouldn’t have let the last one go, having a woman for myself would be the perfect setup. Plus, I was thinking we could buy one or two to help package some of our lower-end drugs, then we don’t have to pay men to do it,” I go further, trying to get him to trust me and agree.
“That’s what I was thinking when I met him until you went fucking cowboy,” he says aggressively.
I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling him off. Telling him what I really think of the man he is.
“I’m booked with meetings and my hands are full with your mother. I can’t meet him for a while,” Father informs.
That won’t do.
“I can handle it. Set it up for me,” I tell him.
The line goes quiet as he mulls it over. “Okay, I will. But if you blow this deal, you’re out on your ass. This is your last chance!” he informs with a sharp tongue. “Your absence the last few days has had me look like a fool as it is.”
“Yep. Just text me the time,” I say through gritted teeth. I hang up, needing off the line before I blow this whole fucking thing.
I hate that man. I hate him more than anything in the world. He’s a disgusting pig, and for him to be alive and representing the DeAngelo family is a fucking mockery.
16
Luna
Dressed in some jeans and my hoodie, I walk out of the room finding Romeo standing next to his chair, his hands leaning behind him. His face is pulled tightly as if something is bothering him.
“What?” I ask him, coming into the room farther.
“So, I got some news on your foster parents.”
My heart slows as if its beat will drown out his words and I won’t be able to hear. Pulling my hair out from inside the back of the sweater I wait and listen.
“They moved to Texas and can’t be found. They’re probably dead somewhere, unclaimed in a morgue,” he informs. My brows furrow at the news, my hands turning into fists. They were at the top of my hit list, they were the ones who acted like a family only to get me to my eighteenth birthday and sell me into a back of a van. If anyone deserves to die, it’s them.
“How about we go out for dinner tonight? Grab a bite to eat and I’ll show you Central Park?” Romeo suggests, walking this way.
I’ve seen Central Park, but it’s been a long time. I could use some fresh air right now because I’m feeling a little defeated not being able to take the souls of the people that sold me into slavery.