Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,59
He rips my pants and I scream.
“Someone help me!” I shout.
Brent answers with another punch and I cough blood.
“Shut up.”
The sound of a door opening somewhere close makes him look around.
“Hey!” someone calls out. It’s a man. I think it must be the elderly man from across the path. There’s another voice and it sounds like someone is with him.
Brent stands and the grip on my arms are loosened. The realization snaps my awareness back and I look for Rosie as the men start to Flee.
Stars speckle my vision as I get up and see her huddled in the corner crying.
I rush over to her and grab her then run to our apartment locking the door.
I have no shirt on, and my pants are barely on.
My face is a mess and I’m in so much pain I feel it everywhere.
Rosie is screaming, once again crying so hard she shakes.
Unlike last time when I was able to soothe her, I can’t do it now.
I start crying too.
Chapter Twenty
Christian
I look over the accounts for the club for the week and everything looks perfect.
Better than perfect actually. Every time I do the books here, I find myself remembering when we set the place up.
This year is out fourteenth year.
I was fresh out of college and as sex crazed as the rest of the Giordano pack. Fuck. Nothing sounded better to me than a sex club. It was so wild and honestly, I didn’t know how we were gonna pull it off. We were all so crazy though back then. say the word and one crazy idea would ripple off another.
Just like this. We all take credit for the birth of the club but in all honesty, it was Georgiou’s idea to begin with.
One day he just came up with the idea and I rolled with it because it was something he wanted to do as a family as opposed to with Henry. I was never jealous of Henry but the eight-year age difference between us was evident sometimes when it came to friends.
I just thought it was cool to have something we could keep in the family and thus The Dark Odyssey was born. Everything here is a fantasy we created.
A knock on my door makes me lift my head.
“Come in,” I call out and Georgiou walks in.
I never expected him tonight. with the break from the search for Falcone and the guns I resumed my duties, of course I didn’t just do that because I missed the club so much.
My angel should be arriving soon, and I can’t wait to be balls deep inside her again.
“Hey,” Georgiou says.
“Hey there.”
“Everything all right?”
“As rain,” I answer, and he chuckles.
“Wise guy.”
“Didn’t expect you tonight. You staying?”
“Nah, I have a special errand to run and I thought I’d just pass through with some news.” He looks happy and there’s a lightness about him that I haven’t seen before.
“What kind of news?”
“The good kind.”
I’m curious to hear what it is. It’s been awhile since we had anything like that. “Cough it up then.”
“Evie’s pregnant,” he answers with a bright smile and the news instantly makes me happy for him.
“My God, that’s great news. Congratulations,” I tell getting up to shake his hand.
I’m about to ask more questions but I stop myself when I remember that Georgiou isn’t exactly in a conventional relationship. It’s him, Evie, and Henry. I suppose it doesn’t really matter and they’ll love that baby each the same. I’m simply curious about whose baby it is.
Most of us have shared women several times, and in different scenarios. It’s just him though that has a relationship where it’s the three of them. He literally shares Evie with Henry.
He laughs probably guessing what’s on my mind.
“Prick, I can practically read your thoughts.” Georgiou smirks.
“Can you?” I quirk a brow.
“Yes, it’s very obvious what you’re thinking Christian,” he says and rolls his eyes at me. “I’m the father. We thought it was right that I should be, and the next one can be Henry’s.”
I look at him and I nod my head. That is all I do because I don’t like to judge what I don’t understand, and I would never judge their relationship. To me if they’re happy, they’re happy and no one has a right to try to destroy it. They’ve been together for close to fourteen years and there’s never been a time when I haven’t seen them happy.
“I’m happy for you. I mean that, and that sounds fair, I guess,” I answer.