Page 115 of Mob Queen

A chick approaches Miller and says something to him. He shakes his head and takes a step back. She counters and moves closer to him. “Oh shit,” G says. “The world’s filled with dumb fuckers who have a death wish.”

I stand and watch as Miller takes another step back. He points toward the VIP area, and the girl doesn’t even turn to acknowledge me. She runs her finger down his arm, and he flinches away. All I see is red, some slut thinks she can fuck with my man. With purpose, I head straight to Miller.

“Is she bothering you?” I say to him as I invade her personal space.

“I was just saying, if he gets bored...” The chick clicks her tongue and scans her eyes up and down my body. “I’ll be over there, baby.” She puts her hand on Miller’s chest.

My eyes widen, my blood boils with rage. I grab a fistful of her hair and slam her head on the bar. “You don’t fucking touch what’s mine,” I say.

The girl brings her hands to her nose, that’s more than likely broken because of the amount of blood oozing from it. “You broke my nose.”

“Count yourself lucky that’s all I’ve done.”

Miller takes his drink and hands the bartender money. But the bartender refuses it with a flick of his hand. “You’re gonna hear from my?”

I grab another fistful of her hair and yank it down. “Breathe a word of this, and I’ll gut you like a fucking fish. From here.” With my free hand I grab her pussy. “To here.” I run my hand up to her throat. I release her hair and lean in to whisper, “Don’t fuck with me.”

Her eyes redden and widen and she clutches at her throat. “I’m...”

“Everything alright?” G asks, flanking me on the right.

“Get a copy of her license, and throw her out.” I lift a warning finger. “If I ever see you again.” I stop and run my thumb across my throat. I look to Miller and gesture for him to follow. “What the fuck?”

“I think someone is a little possessive.”

I’m surprised by how unfazed he is with what happened. I thought he may have freaked out, but judging by his cool appearance, it doesn’t seem to have bothered him. “You’re not upset?”

“How can I be upset when the woman I love is willing to kill for me?”

I stop and place my hand on his forearm. “What?”

“I love you,” he says with absolutely no stutter or remorse. He rears back when I slap him across the face. “What’s that for?”

“Love is for pussies.”

“Are you trying to say you don’t love me? What the fuck just happened with the girl then?” He points over his shoulder.

“No one touches what’s mine.”

A stupid smirk tugs at his lips. “So you do love me then?”

“Breathe a word of this conversation to anyone and I’ll fucking slice your cock up and make pepperoni pizza with it.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You love my cock too much.” His smirk grows even wider and the asshole winks at me.

“What are you smirking at? Don’t tempt me.”

“You do love me.” He leans down to kiss my cheek but I back away. I turn and walk over to the bottle of scotch. Miller’s reflection is in the mirrored back wall behind the sofa, a proud and loud smile tugs at his lips.

How the hell did I get here?

Chapter 35

Frankie

I roll over in bed and see Miller on his side, facing away from me, snoring like a rumbling rocket about to take off.

I reach across and gently run my hand through his thick hair. He’s not someone I thought I’d ever have in my bed more than once.

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