Sweet and Vicious by Joanna Blake

Author:Joanna Blake [Blake, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Antonio

“I need more time, bello.”

I stared at Auntie, trying to will her into submission. Most marks would have crumpled. Even the guys who worked for me would piss their pants. But not Auntie.

The lady was tougher than any gangster I’d ever met.

“How much time?”

“Couple of weeks, at least,” she said nonchalantly. As if she wasn’t tearing my mind apart. I wasn’t going to last days, let alone weeks.

“You are a cruel woman, do you know that?”

“You will just have to wait, Antonio.”

“How long?” I almost growled at her. I would never raise my voice, but I made my displeasure clear. And then I saw the twinkle in her eyes. She laughed at me, sounding as giddy as a school girl.

“Three days.”

“Cruel, but beautiful,” I amended, kissing her cheek. “You can have your three days, but not a minute longer.”

“All right. Thursday afternoon.”

“Morning.”

“Who has a wedding in the morning?”

“People who are in a hurry.”

She laughed. “Fine. A wedding brunch. But you can’t leave early.”

I scowled at her. She was onto me. She knew that I was desperate to get my bride into bed.

Horny teenage boys were old hat to Auntie. Nothing fazed her, not even finding me underneath one of the maid’s skirts. And that had happened three times. The girls had been discharged every time, but with a bonus for good behavior.

But Auntie had never dealt with anything like this. She had no clue the fire that was raging inside me now. No clue how badly I needed the wedding to happen fast. Before I did something bad. Something I couldn’t take back.

Things were urgent. It wasn’t just my raging non-stop hard-on. We needed to move before my bride got cold feet or made a run for it. To save her, I had to lock her down. I needed to wed, bed, and impregnate Evangeline as quickly as possible.

This wasn’t normal lust. I had baby-making fever. I wanted to fuck, but with a purpose. Vincent had been on the money about that.

Just because that was what I also wanted, didn’t mean it was just about giving into the overwhelming lust I felt for my bride-to-be. I was saving her life.

I was saving both of us.

“Go see your brother. He’s in a foul mood.”

“Vincent is?”

“He talked to your father this morning.” Auntie shook her head ruefully as she stirred spices into the simmering pot of tomato paste and God knows what else. “Don’t tell him I told you,” she said warningly.

“I won’t,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Auntie.”

She waved me off as if I were a bothersome gnat, but she was smiling. Her cheeks were pink. I grinned. I did love making my women blush.

Ten minutes later, I was not smiling.

My brother was in worse than a bad mood. He was leaning back in his chair as he stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and pressed his thumb and forefinger between his eyes. It was a reminder that when he was alone, when he was reading, Vincent Margarelli wore glasses.

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