Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
As I walk into the university, I wonder what will happen once the wedding takes place. The guys made it clear I won’t just be Judah’s—I’ll be owned by all three, alpha male, mafia bosses. And soon, when they take their rightful places within the families, I’ll no longer just be their princess, I’ll be taking on a new role as their queen.
My father never hid any secrets from me. He made sure to tell me every detail about our family business and how we came to be living in England. I grew up with knowledge I probably shouldn’t have had. But I’m thankful I did learn all there was to know because it’s given me an upper hand.
The classroom is already full by the time I reach it, and stepping inside, I manage to slip into an empty seat. I don’t take note of the people around me, but I can feel eyes on me. It’s as if they’re watching, waiting for my bodyguards to arrive. With what happened at the pizza place the other night, I’m pretty sure everyone on the isle knows who I am now. And also, where I’m living.
I’ve always tried to stay out of the spotlight, even when I was at school in England, but with Malachi’s possessive outburst, I am pretty sure I’ve become the talk of Black Hollow. And that puts me on edge.
Anxiety coils deep in my core, twisting in my stomach, and I have to breathe deeply and pray I don’t have an anxiety attack. There have been a handful of times when I couldn’t stop them, and I’ve ended up a mess, hiding in a corner. I know I need to focus on my breathing to keep from completely losing it now. The affliction, at least that’s what I call it, has always hindered me from going out and living my life to the fullest. I’ve always seen myself as broken, and to be honest, I still do.
But as the professor starts lecturing, I fight the urge to run and instead listen to his voice. He’s younger than most of the teachers here, and he seems to be less serious as he offers us all a smile.
Domenico Toscano is handsome. Even though he’s not as old as some of the other professors, I’m pretty sure he’s nearly thirty. He teaches with ease, his gaze tracking each of us as he speaks, and I can’t help but listen intently. He’s charming, and there’s a magnetism about him that seems to have all the female students hanging on his every word.
But, as handsome as he is, he doesn’t compare to the three men who are at home, waiting for me. I thought it was bad enough having to get married to someone I didn’t know, someone who’s from a family that hates my father, but now I’ve discovered that three men will own me. I hate thinking of it that way, but it’s true. The men in this world are possessive when it comes to their property.
As Professor Toscano speaks, I can’t help but notice he’s looking in only one direction. The student who’s seated right in front is staring at him, and he’s talking directly to her. The connection is clear—they’re attracted to one another. And when he makes a move to hand out the assignments, he lingers at her table just a bit longer than at anyone else’s.
There’s something strange about the interaction, and a niggling in my gut has me wondering about the professor himself. As the class continues, I can’t help allowing my mind to wander back to my new home. I didn’t think I would ever call the Venier mansion home, but here we are.
Perhaps I’m still in shock. My shower fantasy has taken on a surreal turn. I never believed something like that could actually happen to me. I don’t judge the three Princes. I can’t think negatively about their feelings towards each other. If I’m being honest, I find it rather sexy, but thoughts of what the future holds keep taking over my mind, and I know I need to talk to them about our complicated dynamic.
As the day passes, I’m still not sure what to do, and that’s bothering me.
Can I survive being with three men?
My mind continues to dwell on the situation I’ve found myself in, so when a hand grabs hold of my arm and spins me around, it takes me a moment to focus. When I do, I realise I’m now face-to-face with the guy Kai threatened for approaching me at the restaurant. His gaze drags over me, slowly, deliberately, and it causes a shiver of revulsion to course through me.
“What are you doing?” I bite out as I attempt to tug away from his hold, but he’s got a grip on me that makes me wince.