Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Kashmere and her team disappeared ahead of us.
I frowned. “I’m going to stress the fact that she has no choice but to marry me on the day—”
“Santino, hold on. Let us talk—”
“There is nothing to say—”
“I believe I have more skills when it comes to maintaining a proper relationship.”
I got to the top of the stairs and turned to him. “Are you saying I have no experience with women?”
“Surely you have had many. I’ve seen a couple different ones on your arm from time to time.”
I smirked. “Then, why would I need your advice?”
“Because Kashmere isn’t like any of those women. She is different.”
“Okay.” I sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Be gentle.”
I sneered.
“Do not order her.” He raised both of his hands and moved his fingers like he was playing a piano.
I quirked my brows. “What the hell are you doing?”
“A good woman is a finely tuned instrument. One must be very delicate when playing her with precision in order to get the proper melody.” Tomasso lowered his hands. “In other words, no yelling. No ordering. Listen as much as possible, and tell her how you truly feel.”
“I did outside.”
“No. You told her what she could not do and that it was your way and that it was final. You will need to dig deeper.”
“Explain.”
“What fear comes when you think of the idea of her delaying the wedding?”
I stiffened. “I don’t want to delay the wedding. . .”
“Because?”
I swallowed. “I finally like the idea of. . .perhaps. . .having a family. And Kashmere and I could be one. I don’t want to delay that.”
Tomasso curved his lips into a smile. “That warms my heart.”
I scowled and walked off.
Tomasso called after me. “Now say that to her and go even deeper to push the point. Play the piano, Santino!”
I rolled my eyes.
Play the piano? He’s insane.
I fisted my hands at my side. I loathed the idea of having to be in touch with my feelings, but I was willing to take it there for Kashmere.
It was hard because my primal instinct screamed to simply unleash my anger and yell until Kashmere bowed down to me.
But I knew, even in my blind fury, that such an attempt would be futile against a woman like Kashmere. There was no denying that loudly yelling at her would get me shot.
I smirked at the thought and stopped at our bedroom suite.
Her guards nervously glanced my way. Then, one reluctantly opened the door.
Okay. Play the piano.
I entered to a shocking sight.
What the fuck is this?
Kashmere and her people stood on one side of the room.
Meanwhile, a half-naked, brown-skinned man stood on the other side, holding a whip and wearing only red boxer briefs. Unfortunately, his erection was on full display.
And apparently, I stepped into the middle of a heated conversation between Kashmere and him.
It appears the craziness of this night will keep on going.
Although a wicked smile spread across his face. His voice held annoyance. “This is not tradition, Kashmere. The Chairman requires more than one tongue to relieve stress.”
My earlier fury shifted to murderous rage. “Excuse me? And where is your tongue supposed to be going?”
Noticing my entrance for the first time, Kashmere snapped her view to me. “Oh shit.”
“Oh shit is right.” I headed this mad man’s way and stopped a foot in front of him. “Who are you? And why are you in our bedroom talking about your fucking tongue?”
Kashmere hurried our way. “Santino, Brian was just leaving. In fact, I was just in the process of terminating him and it wasn’t going well.”
“Oh really?” I glared at this Brian. “And what’s your job?”
Worry creased over his face. Brian edged back. “I come from a long line of Stress Relievers. The men and women in my family have made it their purpose to take care of all the needs and passions of Killer Crow Chairmen.”
Fucking stress reliever. I had planned to meet you.
Kashmere got between us. “And that tradition has now ended as I was just explaining to Brian before you came in.”
Brian moved his view to me. “Kashmere, you would really disgrace me in this way?”
I smiled. “Better than my torturing and killing you due to the mere thought that your tongue would ever touch her body.”
Brian widened his eyes. “But. . .all Chairmen have had stress relievers—”
“Times are changing.” Rue cleared her throat. “Bye, Brian. Please excuse yourself.”
No fool, he rushed with putting the whip on a cart next to him stacked with dildos, bottles of lube, and various sex toys.
I tensed.
Did he plan to use those on my fiancé? Oh, the things I would have done to him.
I watched Brian hurry and push the cart away.
Oh, I’m going to kill him!
Dane gestured at everyone. “We should give Santino and Kashmere privacy.”
I put my view on Kashmere. She still had her back to me, but her shoulders relaxed.