Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
We drive in silence. Better that way. I don’t feel like hearing any more of his rudeness today. I flip open my book and pretend to read. When we stop and Nikolai starts to get out of the car, I look around. We’re not at my school. I don’t say that because I’m sure he knows, and I wouldn’t want to talk to the one man around. What does that even mean?!
I watch him walk into a coffee shop. I sink back into my seat, letting out a breath. His entire car smells like him. I always wonder where he goes when he’s not at home. I suspect he spends a lot of time at Matteo's clubs. He comes and goes as he pleases. He and Matteo will often talk in hushed tones to each other. I know he does more than just work at the club. I might have been sheltered to the real world, but I wasn’t to this world entirely. I understand the inner workings of a family in our world.
I’ve seen Nikolai kill a man. Well, not all of it. But I saw him fire a gun. I knew there was a dead body out in the hallway outside of my bedroom. It’s a night I won’t ever forget. The night my brother had come to steal Mona back from Matteo.
No, he hadn’t come for me. It was Mona he needed. She was always the prize for my brother. He knew how pretty she was and used that to marry her off to a family that would give him more power. Too bad for him. Matteo got his hands on her before that could happen.
My brother quickly realized he could use my sister against Matteo. He only used me as bait that was easily tossed away. His plan was stupid, but Nikolai thought I’d been a part of it. That I sold them all out, and that was how my brother found us. He wasn’t fully wrong. It had been me that led him to us. I just didn’t know it was happening.
Not until Nikolai was kicking down my bedroom door and barking orders at me. I push my glasses up my nose, remembering him snatching them from me and smashing them. Without them, I was blind. My brother knew that. He implanted a tracker in them because he knew I would always keep them close to me, and Mona had a tendency to do the same.
Nikolai comes walking out of the coffee shop with a cup and bag. When he gets back into the car, he drops the bag into my lap before handing me the cup.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“It’s hot chocolate.”
“Oh,” I say, licking my lips. “Thanks.”
Nikolai's only response is to grunt. I peek inside and see banana-nut bread. My favorite.
“Eat,” he orders.
I want to throw the bag at his head, but it’s kind of sweet. He stopped and gave me something to eat for breakfast. Besides, I don't want to waste good banana nut bread, and this coffee shop serves the best in the city. I bet Mona told him to make sure I ate breakfast. God knows he wouldn't do it for me out of kindness.
We return to silence as he drives me the rest of the way to school. I can’t believe I’d been excited about going to high school. I think I watched too many movies because it’s not been anything like I expected.
I knew if I wanted to go to college and be able to get a job one day, it would be best to graduate with a real diploma and apply to a university. I can’t live with my sister and her husband forever. She has a little one on the way.
“I’ll pick you up at three.” Nikolai says this when he rolls to a stop in front of the school. A few people glance our way. With my last name, O'Haire, no one knew I was part of the Cattaneo family. I was just the new weird girl they didn’t know anything about, while the rest of them have been going to the fancy private school together for years.
“Where’s Sal?” I ask again.
“Three, Riley,” he grits out. I stupidly mutter an apology and scramble to get out of the car, not wanting to inconvenience anyone.
I’m not sure it matters. Me merely existing seems to do that for Nikolai.
3
NIKOLAI
Asmall pang of guilt hits me after Riley slams the car door shut. I know I'm a complete asshole to her, but it's what's best for her. If she showed any interest in me, I might snap and do something I shouldn’t. She’s not helping the situation by continuously asking about Sal. It’s like she wants to poke the bear inside of me.
Watching her walk into her school does nothing to calm me down, either. That damn skirt looks even shorter from behind. It just pisses me off more. I can’t take my eyes off her. Those perfectly toned legs and the sway of her hips have my full intention. Unfortunately, I’m not the only one who’s looking. All the boys' heads swivel in her direction as she passes them.