Empire of Lust (Torrio Empire #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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Fuck. This isn’t helping.

Gritting my teeth, I increase the speed on the belt, then bump up the incline percentage until my calves burn. Sweat rolls off me, soaking into my shirt, but I push through and grit my teeth in grim acceptance of the pain.

Will determination be enough to keep me away from Bianca? If not, the thought of my daughter will have to do. I can shrug off Bianca’s fears all I want, but I won’t lie to myself. My headstrong, fiery daughter will flip her shit if she ever finds out.

Certain things you just don’t do. Like screwing around with your daughter’s best friend, a kid half your age.

If she ever found out and if she lost it, I couldn’t blame her. There is no defense for what I’ve done and what I long to do again.

Your daughter is more important than pussy. I told myself that before, and it was always true. But those were meaningless one-night stands. Sometimes, it was an excuse to make sure things didn’t go further than they should.

The thought of my daughter, my priority, will not work this time because Bianca means more than a one-night stand. I can’t kid myself into thinking of her as mere pussy.

The girl is imprinted on my soul. No matter what happens after this, there will never be a day I don’t want her.

Run. Push. Don’t stop now, you pussy. Right, because now is the time for self-discipline. Not last night, when I should have left her alone instead of being hell-bent on punishing her for hiding from me.

What happens now? Eventually, I’ll pull my usual bullshit once my feelings for her activate every one of my fears. The old betrayals, those scars I told Bianca about. She thinks I’m beyond getting burned? She has no idea what I’ve withstood.

And those scars—the fears and distrust that came from them—are what will break her heart. They’ll make me push her away. Sure, she’ll try to hang on for a while because it’s the sort of person she is. She doesn’t give up.

Then I’ll push harder until she has nothing left to hold on to. Eventually, I’ll win because I always do. And I’ll be just one more piece of shit who used her and threw her away. Even if that isn’t how I’ll mean it, that’s how she’ll see it.

My feet pound against the treadmill, sweat flying, my fists clenched tight in determination. Catching sight of my reflection in the mirror, my lip curls in a snarl.

Run, you stupid fuck. Does it hurt? Good. It’s what you deserve.

Because you’re going to hurt her, and you fucking know it, but it’s not enough to stop you.

Selfish.

Careless.

Weak.

I punch the Stop button not a moment too soon, my legs close to giving out after so much punishment, my body pushed to the limit.

The belt slows, and so do I, until finally, the machine comes to a stop. My chest and shoulders heave, and I step off and bend at the waist, hands on my knees. My lungs are on fire, and my muscles are screaming.

The exertion did nothing to clear my head.

“I’m glad you stopped.” Romero hands me a bottle of water. “I was starting to worry about you up there.” He tosses me a towel, which I snatch out of the air with one hand.

We fall in step on our way to the coffee station outside the locker room, where I set up an espresso pod, hoping to guzzle a latte and focus my out-of-control thoughts. It normally does the trick, though my hopes aren’t high. This isn’t a normal case of distraction or overwhelm.

“I noticed you added another item to today’s itinerary, but didn’t include a description.” So that’s why he’s up my ass. I should’ve known it had to do with work.

“That’s what I was talking about yesterday,” I explain. “The work I needed you to stick around for. A contractor who’s been gathering intel for me is coming to visit today.”

When he winces, I add, “I’m not squeezing you out. I needed somebody who wouldn’t be recognized.”

“By whom?”

I growl softly at the suspicion in his voice. “I’m not talking about it right now. If it makes you feel any better, I want you around for the meeting.”

All he does is grunt, telling me he understands my reasoning but doesn’t have to like it.

I don’t pay him to like it. He gets paid to do a job.

I can’t bring myself to care about his bruised ego when my obsession with Bianca weighs on my mind. Commanding my attention, my every thought. Knowing she’s here, so close, and that all it would take is a visit to my room to wake her with my kiss and touch. I could indulge myself again in everything that makes her irresistible, and she would thank me for it.


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