Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
“No …” Sal gave Amo a threatening glance.
“Well, I didn’t know!” he blurted out, trying to desperately save his ass. “Maybe she doesn’t even know what it means. It’s not like everyone’s heard of The Great Salvato—”
“Oh, I think she knows.” Katarina could see the obvious, just like everyone else in the room. “I think she’s broken.”
Valerie stood catatonic. Everything made sense as the last piece of the Sal puzzle filled itself in. Holy fuck, he didn’t even try to hide his identity. How stupid could she be?
“You’re The Great Salvatore?” she asked, still in disbelief but able to form words at last.
“Yep, she knows,” Amo said, setting the popcorn down and getting up to leave. “Time to go.”
“Oh, I think it’s time for everyone to leave,” Valerie made herself clear, staring Sal down.
“Good idea.” Maria hurried for the door next.
“Goodbye.”
“See ya next time.”
“We had fun!” a different guest chimed in, as they all knew their stay had reached to the over-welcomed part.
With a quiet room, her eyes had yet to move from him. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that at least.”
She wanted to feel hurt that he had yet to trust her with a thing, considering she had freely told him everything about her. She had hidden no part of herself and become so vulnerable with absolutely nothing in exchange. But right now, it wasn’t hurt that she felt …
“Go on.” Sal sat down on the couch, preparing himself for all the questions. “Ask me everything you want to know.”
Every now and then, The Great Salvatore would do a stunt the whole world would hear about, but curiosity wasn’t what she was feeling, either.
“I don’t want to know how you did anything.”
“You don’t?” he asked, confused.
“I already know,” she revealed, like what he did wasn’t hard. “Why wouldn’t I know?”
“Oh, well, okay. No reason,” Sal said, not wanting his words to step himself into a pile of shit that would have him never getting laid again. “Then how come you haven’t cared to look me up or stop me?”
Considering Valerie did know how he had done it, technically, she could do those things. But what Sal lacked to understand was how she could wield the power and yet had decided against using it for any personal gain.
And there was only one good explanation for that.
“Because I just want to create video games.”
It was a simple and humbling answer that Sal respected her for.
“Well, that’s good … But …” He went back to looking slightly confused. “But why does it look like you want to ask me something?”
“’Cause I do.” She was glad to finally be able to express her true feelings. “Do you wanna fuck?”
NINETEEN
WHO IS THAT?
The knock on the door didn’t even have their lips coming off the other as they kissed like they hadn’t already slept with each other three times in less than twenty-four hours. It wasn’t until another incessant knock that Sal gave up and went for the door, certain that whoever was on the other side wasn’t going to stop until he did.
Thinking it was probably Kat, since she had left her PlayStation behind, he opened the door, just to quickly try and shove it right back in place, but the person on the other side wasn’t letting it go.
“Sorry, you can’t come in.”
The struggle at the door even had Valerie going for her bat.
“Bro, what the fuck!” could suddenly be heard through the crack until a tatted palm finally appeared, leveraging the door enough to open it.
Matthias stood there in all his glory. The playboy had officially arrived late to the party, and it was time to pay up.
“I’m going to let that slide …” Matthias said cooly, but then he noticed the lack of people. “Bro, did I miss the party?”
“Yep, goodbye.” He hated to continue being so rude to his half-brother. He was not as close to that side of the family as he would have liked yet, but they were getting there with time.
“Wait,” Matthais stopped him again, his gaze sliding behind Sal. He nodded his head seductively to the other person in the room. “Whose Harlequin?”
He’s not that much of my brother. So, he decided to slam the door right in his face before the devil could get in. “None of your fucking business.”
“Wait! Do you want to be in a video gam—” Valerie yelled out, but it was too late, as the door became bolted. At first, she thought Angel had come back, but since she wanted to use him as a muse, she had saved some of his tattoos to memory, planning to add them to her game. That was what made her realize that it couldn’t be him when the tattoos had switched sides. This one was a mirroring twin.
And while Maria had divulged a lot of information to her tonight, she didn’t recall her mentioning her twin brothers.