Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“It looks like someone is trying to get a hold of you,” I say as I reach down and pick it up to hand it over to him.
“They can wait,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me again.
I glimpse of the notification flashing across the screen, a text message from an unknown number that must not be in his contact list. I hand him the phone, and watch Vincent’s eyes narrow as he reads the single-sentence message.
Unknown: The Saint is coming.
EPILOGUE
VINCENT
Ahidden villa in Italy seemed like the perfect choice—a plan to keep Isla safe and for us to be happy together, while also staying close to my family roots and being able to continue conducting my business. I knew she would love the idea, as was evident by her dancing on the chateau rooftop in the late afternoon sun. I watch her like a worshiper, soaking in every moment that we share.
Back in Vegas, things are still running smoothly. The Moretti family empire is a well-oiled machine that I can still manage from afar, even if I have taken a slight step back from the hands-on action there. Luciano and Alonzo, along with a few newly appointed capos, have things handled. At some point, I’m guessing that Luc will grow sick of Alonzo’s abrasive attitude and call me with a request to replace him. I will return to help take down Angelo Barone for good once the rat surfaces again. He can’t hide forever. I won’t give up on avenging the trauma he put my love through. For now, I’m enjoying the performance of my graceful wife as I intricately plan a course of action against Angelo Barone that aims at minimizing bloodshed but maximizes his suffering through extreme torture.
“Watching you dance is a luxury like no other.” I smile as she glances over at me.
I hadn’t meant to interrupt her dancing, but when she stops to walk over toward me with a salacious look in her eyes, I quickly become glad that I did.
“Are you sure about that?” she asks as she kneels down in front of me.
“Sure, about what?”
“About watching me dance. Being such a pleasure.” Isla unbuttons the top of my pants, and I instantly harden in response to the near proximity of her mouth to my cock. “I can think of another luxurious experience that I can give you.”
I am so hard with an engorged anticipation when she lifts me out of my pants that the rim of my cock is pink with an effort to keep myself from exploding too quickly. I want to be pleasured slowly, and Isla knows it, which is why she slides her tongue in a circular tease with just enough pressure below the rim to trigger my most sensitive spot.
A primal groan escapes me as my mouth drops open and a quiver shoots through me. I sit back and grip the armrests of my chair, digging my nails into the sculpted wood and pushing myself toward her mouth, wanting more. When her soft lips close around my cock, it feels like heaven. She starts slowly at first—teasing and taunting me until I try to shove myself deeper into her mouth out of sheer desperation. It always impresses me how such a small and fragile thing can take so much of me at once. When she sucks, my eyes roll so far back that I have to close them before the glare from the morning sun drips into my retinas. The base of her hand grasps the base of my cock as she strokes me and engages every sensation at once. It won’t take long before I can’t keep it together and wind up bursting from the pleasure of it all.
But then, at the worst possible timing, my phone rings.
“Ignore it,” Isla whispers, her tongue still touching my tip as she goes to continue drawing me closer to climax.
Unfortunately, it’s too late for me to ignore it because my eyes have popped open at the invasive sound, and I can already tell by the ringtone who it is.
I sigh with displeasure at my aching and unsatisfied cock and the interruption that cut this delightful moment short. But I gently pull away and stroke the side of her cheek before reaching for the phone.
Isla frowns at me when I go to take the call.
“I’ll be right back, my love,” I say with a kiss on the top of her forehead. “It’s Gabriel.”
“From the bar?” She asks, still pouting because someone interrupted our peace this morning. “Yes, I’m sure it won’t take long. He probably just wants to give me a rundown on things at the casino. You keep dancing and I’ll be right back, I promise.”
“Alright,” she says as she twirls again. “Tell Gabriel I say hello.”
I step inside and answer the call, not expecting to hear much news of consequence because I know that if there was anything truly dire or important, Luc would have already let me know.