Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“I came for the box of clams you promised me. Not to do business,” Pauly says.
“That’s funny. I’m always doing business while you’re always stuffing your face. Bardo, let’s see if our friend understands the terms and conditions of our agreement,” Candido says as he waves forward a big blond dude.
The blond comes forward and rolls his neck from side to side then cracks his knuckles. He’s one big motherfucker. I’m taken aback when the chef knuckles up like he’s ready to take this dude on.
The blond swings, but the chef ducks and comes up with a right hook. He lands it, but the blond doesn’t even flinch.
I wince when the sound of his hand breaking reaches my ears. The blond grins as if he’s unfazed. The chef dances back as he cradles his hand to his chest.
“Damn,” I breathe.
“Ah, fuck it,” Candido says and pulls a gun, putting a bullet in the head of the chef.
“What the fuck, Candido?” Pauly growls. “What the fuck are you thinking? You can’t keep doing shit like this right now.”
“At least I’m doing something. What have you done since this bullshit started? Huh?”
“Whatever,” Pauly says shaking his head as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at his upper lip. “You’re losing control. We need to fix the real problem. I’m sure if you speak with them, there’s a solution.
“Fuck outa here. Are you listening to the shit coming out of your mouth? You have our only option. Now make sure she does what needs to be done,” Candido seethes.
“So I’m not getting those clams, huh?”
“If you don’t get the fuck out of my face,” Candido snaps. “Clean this shit up and find me someone to handle the shipments.”
“Boss, should we call the bikers to handle it?” one of the other guys says.
“Would I be here doing this shit if the bikers were an option right now? No, you fucking moron. I want you to clean this shit up,” Candido snarls.
“You all right, Detective Salvado?”
I come out of the vision and look up at the photographer standing over me. He’s looking back at me with concern in his eyes. I shake my head clear and stand to my full height.
“I’m fine,” I say after clearing my throat.
“We need to talk. That was a super I’ve been looking for,” Ardan growls in my head.
“Is he one of the brothers?”
“No, not anymore. He made his choice,” he says angrily.
“Why is he helping Candido?”
“That’s what I want to know. He shouldn’t be alive, let alone in this realm. When I find him, I’m putting him to ground where he should be.”
“I didn’t hear that.”
“He’s from my world. My world, my rules,” he says curtly.
“Well, what did he do?”
“That’s the boys’ uncle. He killed their parents.”
“Oh, in that case. Let’s find that bastard and nail Candido.”
Ardan
“Damn, it’s been a long day. Although, I’ll admit that wasn’t so bad,” Billy says as we ride up in the elevator from the clubhouse garage.
I’ve just emerged from the pendant. I haven’t been that cramped up in years. I’m already cramping myself into this human form. However, being in that pendant is a hell of a lot more restricting.
“You have an interesting work life, for sure. Why homicide?”
“Ricci tried to kill me, remember? I thought if he was willing to do it once, he would be willing to do it again and eventually I’d catch him in the act,” she says and pulls a face.
Candido is the last person I want to talk about. Once that ring returns from his finger, I’m going to kill him myself. I crowd her space, backing her into the corner of the elevator.
“When you’re here with me, none of that out there matters. It’s my job to make you forget,” I say as I grasp her throat and tip her head back with my thumb.
Her eyes fill with lust as she licks her lips. I dip my head and ghost my lips over hers. As I breathe her in, my groin tightens.
She shivers and leans into me. I take her lips as I’ve been wanting to since the last time I had a chance. She places her hand on my waist and lifts onto her toes.
“Fuck this,” I groan and teleport us from the elevator to our bedroom.
I now have her back pressed against the wall just inside the doorway. As she pants, I deliver hungry kisses down her neck and snake my hand beneath her shirt to cup her breast.
Returning my mouth to hers, I then deliver a searing kiss and allow my true breath to fill her mouth. Billy releases a throaty moan as she hops onto my waist and begins to grind into me. The second I think of making our clothes disappear so I can take her to bed, a mind link comes through.