Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
He tilted his head and smiled, then he stepped back. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll call one of my brothers. They can take you home.”
We weren’t really dating yet, so what he did wasn’t even cheating, but it was so disrespectful that it hurt all the same. “So you’re sending me home so you can sleep with the next girl?”
He pulled out his phone, ignoring me completely.
I slapped the phone out of his hand, unable to stifle my anger. “When do you think you’ll stop sleeping around? I’m sick of this.”
“Who says I will stop at all?”
Was he really suggesting what I thought? That he’d keep sleeping around once we were married? I narrowed my eyes and jabbed my finger into his chest. “I don’t care if you’re a Falcone, if you and your brothers rule over this city, I won’t tolerate cheating. The moment we’re married, you’re mine and if you as much as kiss another girl, I’m gone. I’ll leave and no one, not my family, not my brother, not even your brother Remo will be able to make me stay. I’ll pack my things and find someone who knows how to treat a woman right.”
Savio’s face twisted with rage. He backed me into the wall. “What makes you think you can make fucking demands like that? I think you forget the nature of our arrangement. Marriage will make me your fucking owner, not the other way around. I can do whatever the fuck I want, can fuck whoever the fuck I want, and fuck you whenever the fuck I want.”
My lips fell open in shock.
Savio nodded, his eyes harsh. “I own you. I own your lips and your tits and your pussy. I own every fucking inch of you, Gemma.” He pressed his palm to my stomach. “And if I want to touch you, I do.”
I slapped him hard across the face. He gripped my wrists and pressed his body into mine so I couldn’t bring my knee up. I struggled but stood no chance. A battle raged in his eyes. “Don’t slap me ever again.”
I only glared, not trusting my voice.
“I know you think you know how to fight, but you’ve never fought a real fight in your life, Gem. You live in a world of fairytales and Disney princes, but that’s not how the world works. It’s an ugly place. A place where men don’t want to carry you on their hands, they want to see you on your knees, sucking their dick. They want to fuck those silly dreams straight out of you. I know I do.”
I could feel the first treacherous prickling in my eyes.
He breathed harshly and then he shoved away from the wall, and me, and stalked toward his phone.
I had half a mind to rush after him and kick him in the balls, but it took all my energy to stop myself from bawling. I hated that he had the power to make me want to cry. I hated that I was emotional. No matter how hard I fought, it didn’t change the fact that I was emotional. I’d lost count of the movies that had made me cry.
He typed a message into his phone then pushed it back into his pants. “Come on.” He reached for me, but I stepped away and left the room. He led me downstairs.
“Toni’s here.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“I’m not leaving without her.”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the driveway and didn’t stop until we reached the gates. “She’s probably fucking Diego again. If not, I’ll call her a taxi.”
A Porsche pulled up and Remo Falcone got out. He was only dressed in boxing shorts.
“Can you make sure she gets home safely?”
Remo regarded me then his brother with narrowed eyes. He motioned for me to get into the car. “You didn’t mention I was supposed to play taxi for your fiancée.”
“I can walk,” I said.
“Get in,” Savio ordered.
Remo held the door open for me so I had no choice but to sink down on the passenger seat. I buckled up while Remo talked to Savio for a moment, then he slipped behind the steering wheel.
I leaned against the window, as far away from the terrifying Capo as possible. He started the car and pulled away. In the side window, I watched Savio return to the party. I took a shaky breath and blinked hard as I wrapped my arms around my bare stomach.
“What happened?”
I jumped. I risked a look at the man beside me. When his dark eyes met mine, I swallowed hard.
“Answer me,” he ordered.
“Nothing.”
He slowed then came to a stop, still a few blocks from my home. He narrowed his eyes. “If you want to make lying a habit, you should practice to being more convincing.”
I was too exhausted to deny it. “I caught Savio with two girls. He lost it and said horrible things to me.”