Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Alcee sat on her bottom looking up at the giant man lounging in the doorway of their bedroom and wondered why her friends weren’t coming to rescue her.

“Hey beautiful. I think tonight’s festivities have come to a close.”

“Not I’m having fun.”

“Are you? You look pretty drunk, sweetheart.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy, There is a difference.” Even as she said the words her focus slid in and out and she needed to shake her head, which sadly, only made it worse.

“Do me a favor then?”

“Stand up.”

The command was simple enough and yet as she reached for the wall where her laptop hag rested, strangely it felt too far away, and she fell forward in her attempt.

“Would you like some help?”

“No!” she pouted. “I’m capable of getting off this floor on my own.”

“I’m sure you are.” He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come sit and talk with me. I’ll wait for you to get up and walk to me,”

“You’re

worse than a cop.”

“That’s a first. Nobody ever compared me to anyone from the law before.”

you’re a mobster,” she drawled out slowly. “If you bend rules for yourself why are you here policing me.

“Because you’re a

He gave another laugh, “even wasted you like to argue. My love,” he snickered, “I am not policing you. What I am doing is pointing out the very obvious fact you’ve enjoyed far too much to drink and as a result, you are unsteady on your feet. It is time for bed.”

“You just want to take me to bed. She didn’t miss the way his lips were twisting as if he was struggling not to laugh. Could he see through the way she was inching closer to the wall for support? Impossible. She was being very stealthy.

“Not in a million years would I take you to bed right now.”

She frowned at his words as they muddled in her head. “You don’t want me?” unbidden tears rose up in her eyes as she struggled to sort out what he was saying

“As much as I love our time in bed, and my love, I really do, I would never take advantage of you in this state.”

“What state?” she whined at him.

“Alcee, come here,” he patted the bed.

“No. You don’t want me.

“Sweetheart, I tell you what, if you can get up off the flour, without using the wall for a prop and walk to me without holding anything at all, I will kiss you until you are breathless.”

“I’m not drunk,” unaware of how long it took her to spit those words out or how slurred they became, she valiantly tried to get up on her knees. “You’re making the room move!” she accused him angrily.

“As formidable a man as I like to think I am, I do not possess the power to make the room move. Neither are we having an earthquake, Alcee. What is happening is my beautiful fiancée who rarely drinks more than a glass of wine, easily drank six or seven and then followed it up with some vodka. Now, for me and the boys, we could manage such copious amounts of liquor. The twins are definitely faring better than you are

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Chapter 96

because they are surprisingly quite lucid after all they drank. You, however, are flat out wasted. You’ve now spent several minutes trying to get up off the floor and instead you think I don’t notice you crawling towards me because you’re going to use the bed to help you up. I do understand the need to feel an ounce of pride at the way I’m witnessing the fint real drunken spell you’ve been under in a long time but there is no need. Admit it, and I will come help you off the floor and I will help get you ready for bed,”

“I don’t want to go to bed. I’m having fun.”

“Yes, but Tank is making his move on Lorita and I’m very certain ylen is about ready to spank Genevra for her shit.”

“He doesn’t get a say!” she pointed at Torq feeling a rush of anger on Genera’s behall. “She shouldn’t be forced to apologize for who she is. I am going to help her get what she wants out of life. She deserves to be a free woman doing what she wants for herself!”

“Mm.” he nodded noncommittally.

“And another thing, what kind of asshole plays such a game with a woman anyhow? I get he’s scared because she’s younger than him by about twenty years or so but she’s a woman! She is a woman, and she should be treated like one. Maybe if all of the men in her life didn’t treat her like a child she wouldn’t act like one. Who the fuck,” she was stuttering now but was on a tear and couldn’t stop talking, “tells a twenty–one–year–old woman she needs to sleep in a canopy bed because she’s a child! I’ll tell you who. A glant dirhead. Rylen, she pointed at Torg, “is your friend and your employee but he’s a dickhead. He is making her sad.”

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